The guy sitting next to me…
In the boarding area for for the plane back to SLC is wearing a towel around his neck. A towel. Really. “That guy’s a hoopy frood, man.”
In Which My Awesome Knows No Bounds
I had to make an adjustment to a projector hanging from one of the risers in this goofy room this morning (stop bumping into stuff, real estate robber barons!) and I almost fell off the ladder. I caught myself but not before I made a little “eek” noise and something along the lines of “Oh, dearie me” slipped out. Apparently when I fall off things, I become your Great Aunt...
In Which I Am Snarky
We have a new client at the studio. Much to the chagrin, consternation and discontent of almost everyone on staff (seriously, we had an “all hands” meeting yesterday to calm everyone down and reassure people that we won’t ever do this again, they came to us, not the other way around and we are only doing the job as a favor to our ECD and because we’re getting paid up...
My Ex Is Driving This Leg of the Trip
She’s been driving the speed limit in the passing/fast lane since we left Salt Lake. NOW I REMEMBER WHY WE GOT DIVORCED IN THE FIRST PLACE.
In Which I Answer the Question, "Who is the...
The Scene: My place, a couple weeks ago Dramatis Personae: Me. My dumbness. My ex-wife. My oldest daughter graduates from college this weekend. From a tiny little “hope you like saying ‘Would you like fries with that?’” Liberal Arts college in Salem, Oregon. She’s getting a B.A. in Rhetoric. With minors in Philosophy and, as the icing on her cake of possible...
The Fun Part
Of watching the 18YO perform on stage is knowing he has his cell phone on vibrate in his pocket and watching him jump every five minutes when I text him.
A Couple Probably Meaningless and Likely Useless...
The Love Boat was on television for TEN freaking seasons, between 1977 and 1986. How does that even happen? Also, Billy Crystal was a writer for The Love Boat in 1977. Like, whoa.
In Which You Should Bring me a Dragon to Slay
This morning I got *everyone* (the 18YO, the 13YO, the 9YO and myself) where they needed to be (school, ridiculous 6:30 AM jazz band practice, work, etc.) ON TIME. Everyone showered and had breakfast as well. That *never* happens. Someone bring me a river in need of damming, a mountain to forge, a Windows ME machine thats needs to work with a USB scanner or some other nigh unto impossible task;...