current state of mind: introspective
I’m dressed all in blue and I’m remembering you
And the dress you wore when you broke my heart
I’m depressed upstairs and I’m remembering where
And where and how and why you have to go so far
~ ‘Come Around’ by Rhett Miller
The Kentucky Derby is this weekend. Cinco de Mayo is also this weekend. I am planning on attending a Graduation Party on Cinco de Mayo, at an Irish Pub. I don’t know the significance of patronizing Irish Pubs on Cinco de Mayo – but when friends graduates from college, you have to trust that they have made an “educated” decision while planning their own party. My guess is that the whiskey and live music are the draw! Woot! Woot!
I have multiple siblings – but one of them rings me every morning on her way to work. In fact, she sometimes rings me multiple times while I am working. This is the challenge of having a direct line to my desk. Luckily for K-shrub, she is the funniest human I know. I am going to share a few quotes from her this week – you’ll have to take them at face value, as any explanations I give cannot possibly do them justice.
1. “You can’t squeeze me. . . ohhh no . . . “
2. “Yeah, I know, but they’re Magnum . . . well, one is”
3. “ooooh, Kat we need your help . . . like they don’t know I have The Pregnant.”
4. “Look, stop calling me at work. I can’t talk to you. . . tell Brack I said hi, gobble gobble. love you bye.”
So a tandem hang gliding trip went horribly wrong in Canada this week. What was supposed to be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, a gift of love, from a boy to a girl, resulted in the aforementioned boy digitally recording his girlfriend’s death, as she fell from a hang glider. The pilot was fine. To find out “what the hell happened up there”, authorities sought the memory card from the video recorder that was attached to the glider. Here is where things go from very bad to very strange . . . the pilot, who moments before had landed the glider safely on the ground, said words very similar to these, “Um, I would give it to you; but after my passenger plunged to her death, taking my shoes with her, I got a little hungry and thought it would be appropriate to EAT the memory card. So, I cannot give it to you right now.” X-rays reveal that the memory card is indeed inside the gut of the pilot. So, like when a dog eats an engagement ring, nothing can be done except wait for nature to take its course.
*Still no word on my Reality Series or the Apocalypse – when I hear, you’ll be in the know. Speaking of Apocalypse Reality Shows, I really, really enjoyed ‘The Colony’. I wonder why that isn’t back on TV. Can someone research that and fill me in, please? It was almost as good as the PBS series, ‘Frontier House’. It wasn’t as racy as ‘Regency House Party’, but really, what is?
One more thing: No, Jimmy Wales, I am not donating money to Wikipedia. You created it, you can pay for it. Please stop asking me for money for your random factoids. It’s as bad as door-to-door encyclopedia sales, except I don’t get to laugh at you lugging around 30 volumes of really heavy books.
PERSONAL NOTE: We’ll always have Chicago . . . and Verizon . . . and the scene in the street. Looking back, yeah, maybe we could have done things differently.
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: “Never say you’ll never leave; because you never know till you try.” – R. Miller
It may not be what you thought . . . but things seldom are, are they?