17 posts tagged “things on tuesday”
Random, non-judgmental thought prelude:
- The 7-Eleven had Corn Nuts buy one get one free. Tasty snack, but somewhere, I imagine there are some pretty pissed-off, castrato ears of corn gingerly walking around.
- I’ve checked—my voice hasn’t grown any deeper.
- I’ve noticed the following safety hazard: I’ve nearly fallen to my face-planted death more from the “CAUTION! WET FLOOR!” sign than from the actual wet floor. If the cleaning crew wouldn’t put the damn sign in the middle of the floor, where it impedes my size 15 feet, visiting the facilities would be a far safer experience.
- Memo to the drunk guy in the 7-Eleven last night: as gaggingly dense as your trailing cloud of Canoe was, the Bourbon was still plainly obvious on your breath. It’s the 7-Eleven, for crying out loud: nobody expects you to be sober at 0130. They get it.
- Memo to the other drunk guy: the County has determined that no beer can be sold after midnight. No, this is not just on Fridays. The County doesn’t have a different cut-off time for each day of the week. Thank you, btw, for turning south out of the parking lot, and not north, where I was going.
- I watched three films over the weekend, JFK, Capote, and Wag the Dog. Most films have decent acting, but these three? Phillip Seymour Hoffman’s performance as Truman Capote is one of the best I’ve ever seen. He deserves his Oscar and every other award he won. JFK had a stellar cast. Kevin Costner was good as Jim Garrison, but everyone else just killed: Jack Lemmon, Joe Pesci, Walter Matthau, Kevin Bacon, Michael Rooker, John Candy, Sissy Spacek, and a zillion others. Wag the Dog put Dustin Hoffman and Robert DeNiro together—both in top form—and added Anne Heche, who was surprisingly good. Woody Harrelson has a funny extended cameo, and Willie Nelson and Denis Leary kick ass.
- I’ve always kind of had a crush on Sissy Spacek.
- We had a thunderstorm Friday that blew a giant air conditioner off the roof of my building. Nobody was maimed or crushed, thank God, but it left a giant hole in the roof.
- If we get a hurricane and they want me to work? They can kiss my ass.
Things on Tuesday:
Blech:
- Two of my friends have lost loved ones this past week. The situations are very different, but the end result is the same: death sucks for those left behind. I just hate that I can't say the perfect sentence to assuage their pain. (I'm usually pretty good, but this is impossible)
- We have to move at work. I love where I sit right now--I have my Punkin to my left, and work-wife Aimee behind me--but we have to move (we're getting more people, so our area's moving).
- I'm weird, but I like summer in Florida. I'll be sick of it by October, but the heat and perpetual moistness? I kinda like that.
- I have a job I like, and the people I'll be sitting with are awesome--not Punkin and Work-Wife awesome, but awesome enough.
- Corn Nuts for breakfast! (Who knew you could consume these things without beer?)
- There's gas in the USS Nimitz, my bills are paid, and I have enough Meow Mix brand cat fuel that Ana-Sofia Vargas and Wind won't be killing and eating me anytime soon.
- Stacey reports ten fingers (although one is sprained and splinted at the moment), ten toes, one belly button, and a steady pulse. I'm at 10-10-1-and steady as well
- Have a great week.
The Bitter:
- A coworker got taken away in an ambulance Saturday night. She's in the hospital, and the doctors are trying to figure out what's wrong with her. I hate ambulances and hospitals and sickness and all that misery. I had my share of it, and I feel bad for her. (Good thoughts/prayers/healing vibes/whatever you do, for K, please)
- One of my closest friends is having some neurological issues. She goes for tests next Tuesday. She's worried, and I can only reassure her so much. (Same thing, for D, please)
- Too many of my friends are suffering in this economy.
- The biggest problem with my new shift--other than missing my Punkin and my peeps--is that there's no freakin' parking. Seriously, I might as well leave my truck at home and just walk in for as far away as I have to park some days.
- I have awesome friends, both here in my "real world" and via the Interwebs. I'm grateful for them all. A fitting movie quote from "Tombstone":
- Turkey Creek Jack Johnson:
Why you doin' this, Doc?
Doc Holliday: Because Wyatt Earp is my friend.
Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Friend? Hell, I got lots of friends.
Doc Holliday: ...I don't. - Like Doc Holliday, I don't have lots of friends. Years ago during my dark decade, I chased all but the most steadfast of them away. Now, I have some old ones and some new ones, and I'm grateful for them all (for YOU all).
- Somebody reading the novel I wrote years ago and liking it, or at least finding some good in it.
- Though it may be as hot and humid here as the devil's beer farts, we have the most gorgeous sunsets.
- Today is my one year anniversary at my job. I've done well by them, and they've done well by me. I'm grateful to have a job, period, but especially one I like working for a good company alongside great people.
- Ice cream! I don't have any at the moment, but knowing it exists on a warm summer night pleases me.
- "Dead Like Me" on hulu.com. Great show, if only for the line, "If only Romeo had masturbated twice a week, he'd have saved those two nice families a whole lot of trouble."
- The new Harry Potter film opens tomorrow. I'll have to save a few weeks to afford the $85 for admission and popcorn, but it will allow the crowds to die down a little.
- I'm broke, but I have gas in the USS Nimitz; my rent is paid, the power on, plenty of cat fuel, and the Interweb is running fine. Things could be much worse.
- That stupid Farm Town game on Facebook. Seriously. It's oddly therapeutic in a zen way. And I can garden and have chickens and cows without any of that nasty "nature" stuff getting all over me. ;-)
- Staceypunkin reports 10 fingers, 10 toes, one belly button, and a slightly elevated pulse, because her urban assault vehicle overheated on the drive home.
- I'm happy to report 10, 10, 1, and steady.
(Artist: Tim O'Brien; story here)
Blech:
- New schedule means I'm no longer able to write Sunday Thought Brunch posts while being paid
- New schedule means no more work-wife, and severely limited Staceypunkin time
- I have a headache
- This guy sitting across the way is a mad tooth-sucker, and an unapologetic loud typer.
- My dishwasher is broken. This doesn't bother me, for I don't object to washing dishes by hand (especially since I have so few), but because my dishwasher now randomly decides to spill water onto my floor. Not cool there, Dishwasher.
Yum:
- My new schedule is more in synch with my natural circadian rhythms, meaning it doesn't involve waking up at 0525 anymore.
- Three days off each week.
- Still get to see work-wife and Staceypunkin some during the day
- Three nights off each week for extracurricular activity.
- Kelly, Senior Grade, brought me a dozen of the absolute best chocolate chip cookies in global cookie history. Seriously. Amazing. I asked what was different about them, and she said it's because they're made with her love.
- Apparently, Kelly SG's love tastes a lot like molasses.
- Having a cat asleep on either side of me as I write this.
- I can still write Sunday Thought Brunch posts, even though it was cooler doing them on the clock. ;-)
- I have a job I like, and which usually pays at least most of the bills.
- The South Park Studios site, where you can watch all the episodes free, and build your own customized South Park avatar, like this:
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Being able to go to sleep at a normal hour (around 0500), and not have to wake up at 0525 to go to work.
- Stacey reports ten fingers, ten toes, one belly button, and a steady pulse, despite the increasing snot pressure in her head (ie, she's getting a cold).
- Happily, I'm at 10-10-1 also, and I haven't caught her cold, yet.
- Happy Tuesday.
Sometimes you're the bug (yuck):
- People here are sick. Not in the pleasant, "telling Helen Keller jokes" way, but sick. Work-wife Aimee is out sick again today; Staceypunkin has a migraine, and the lady over there -------------> has a really nasty cold.
- I swear, the cold lady over there ----------------> sounds like somebody drinking clam chowder through a milkshake straw.
- Horrors! Saturday night at dinner? Somebody swooped down over our table and stole--STOLE, I tell you--my pepperoncini out of the giant salad bowl. There were two of them. One for Punkin and one for me. She swears she didn't see anything. I'm sure she's telling the truth, although she was awful burpy the rest of the night.
- The continued Venusian weather.
- I woke up ten minutes before my alarm went off. I was having a great dream, too.
Sometimes you're the windshield (YAY!):
- I'm not sick at the moment, nor do I have a headache.
- When I finally did get to sleep, I had an epic dream. It was spectacular. I credit fresh garlic and having watched Alfred Hitchcock's "The Lady Vanishes" right before bed. I can't remember what happened, but I think Michael Redgrave was in it, and it involved a train.
- Waking up with my right hand completely numb, but soon assessing that it's because Ana-Sofia Vargas was asleep on it.
- Thank God, those two were not the final two pepperoncinis on Earth; there will be other opportunities to get one before they're all gone. I just have to eat more Wonka bars.
- Despite her migraine, Stacey reports 10 fingers, 10 toes, one belly-button, and a very steady pulse.
- Me, too: 10, 10, 1, steady.
- Have a great Tuesday
Yuck bucket:
- Extreme difficulty waking up this morning. I was having a spectacular dream, and my right eye was still doing it's REM sleep happy dance. Ana-Sofia Vargas nagged me awake though, bless her fuzzy heart.
- The economy right now sucking ass. Too many friends are stressed and broke, or out of work. Ramen futures must be skyrocketing.
- It's been really hot the past few days. Yeah. Duh. I'm in the subtropics, so it's going to be hot, but the heat index last night was 89 at midnight. Somebody has really dropped the ball with our daily rain. Let's get with it, people.
Vat of yay:
- My friend Ann Marie had somebody close to her kidnapped. The kidnappers were really crazy, and made us do all sorts of bizarre errands before they'd release whomever it was. We'd have to fly to Atlanta to drop off something, then fly back to Ft Myers (??) for further instructions. Finally, we figured out that her husband was involved in the thing. We got a tip that the kidnappers were going to be watching a DHL box in Sarasota, and we were there. In the ensuing ambush, the cops asked if we'd like them to kick the shit out of the perps. We said yes. They commenced to kicking.
- The previous entry was a dream, btw. That's a good thing, because I hate both flying and massive kidnapping plots.
- I talked to a friend of mine, and she was having a bad day. She said she was using "Ten fingers, ten toes, one belly button, and a steady pulse" as a sustaining mantra. I'm glad it could help her.
- The phrase came from when I was in ICU, and there really wasn't much I could count on. I could see my fingers and toes, though, and looked over my shoulder and saw this:
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- I should mention that I also took great comfort from the Dilaudid pump (not pictured).
- One side-effect of the tough times is that people seem to help each other more. I help out my friends when I'm able.
- No matter how hot it gets outside, it's always 72 degrees inside my cave. It makes me grateful I have a cave, as well as sufficient resources to optimize its environment.
- The nesting yellow crested night herons' babies are leaving the nest. Soon, Roberto the Cleaning Guy's war against bird droppings will be over. If Wile E. Coyote had showed the same tenacity as Roberto, bless him, the Roadrunner would have been deep fried long ago.
- The friendly vampires of Florida Blood Services sent me a birthday e-card last Wednesday. In honor of this, I shall donate another pint of concentrated liquid tom at 0915. I brought the good stuff this morning.
- Staceypunkin reports 10 fingers, 10 toes, one lovely belly button, and a steady pulse.
- And for yet another Tuesday, my current inventory shows 10, 10, 1, and steady.
Bad:
- A friend’s father had a heart attack yesterday and is hospitalized. (Thoughts, prayers, healing energy, etc, for Steve)
- With all the rain we’ve had the past week, our mosquito and fly populations have exploded, and not in the good way. People are getting eaten half to death.
- Still two days till payday.
Good:
- I’m largely impervious to mosquito bites, since I’ve been bitten into immunity. (Who knew that all those days of being devoured during college would pay dividends here in my pre-dotage?)
- I actually still have money to last me two days, and all my most-pressing bills are current.
- Thunderstorms at night, while I’m safely in bed, with a warm cat under each arm. (note: I have two arms and two cats—my sentence construction makes it sound like I might have 10 arms and 10 cats (this is not true, and hopefully never will be))
- I have more things to do in my life than complain; too many people don’t.
- I smell vaguely of pomegranate, rich in vitamin C and antioxidants. Why this pleases me, I don’t know.
- A cup of good, hot coffee: coming soon to my desk.
- Stacey reports 10 fingers, 10 toes, and one belly button. However, she had a little difficulty locating her radial pulse. Happily, I was able to find it, and I’m pleased to confirm that it was steady indeed.
- As for me, 10-10-1-steady.
- Have a great Tuesday.
Blech:
- I can not wake up today. When my alarm went off, I was crushed. I wanted to sleep another five hours.
- It's cloudy and gloomy again today.
- I really need two new tires. Nothing points out the relative treadlessness of a rear tire quite like driving a stickshift on a rain-slicked road.
- I won't have enough extra cash to pay for these tires till next month.
- I can not wake up today. When I'm tired, I keep repeating myself.
- Also, when I'm sleepy, I keep hitting the incorrect keys. For example, I keep hitting the little Windows key instead of shift. This pops up a menu that offers me lots of choices I don't want. Grr.
- Within one minute of getting my coffee, I'd spilled it on my shirt.
- Work-wife wanted a bag of pretzels, and the food place next door did not have pretzels available, simply because pretzels are not "sufficiently breakfasty." (apparently, there's a state law against selling non-breakfasty food before 10am)
Yum:
- The food place did have Diet Mountain Dew. This insures that I'll not only have caffeine, but also a full day's supply of brominated vegetable oil, tumor-green food dye, and potassium benzoate.
- Being half-asleep, my morning is passing quite quickly.
- It's extremely cool for this time of year. Seriously: like 62. That doesn't happen here.
- Dreary, drizzly days are awesome for sleeping, and I'll be napping in less than seven hours.
- I got new windshield wiper blades yesterday, so at least I can see where I'm hydroplaning.
- I have a pork roast in my crock pot, with a special sauce of Russian dressing and apricot preserves. When I get home, my house will smell like Yum.
- As always, ten fingers, ten toes, one belly button, and a steady pulse.
- Also, Stacey has ten fingers, ten toes, one belly button, and a steady pulse. I had her do an inventory earler, because she was having a bad day.
- Happy Tuesday.
1030 ADDENDA:
- There's some sort of conspiracy among those machines wot rule us that the temperature of the food place is inversely proportional to how hard it's raining. I got fairly drenched walking over there, and it's approximately 7 degrees Kelvin in the food place. Brr.
- The food place did hook me up by having ended the non-breakfasty food embargo by 1000, when I had my second break, and thus I was able to provide mini-pretzels for work-wife.
- Food Place (yes, I just made it a proper noun (I'm a licensed English Major--I am authorized to do this) serves hot Dunkin Donuts coffee, of which I purchased 20 oz in a convenient styrofoam carrying case.
- Also, Food Place has the most awesome hand dryers in its men's room: an automated appliance with roughly the same airflow as an FA-22 Raptor on afterburner take-off. You may find a picture of said machine in the OED next to the word "badass."
- A nearby co-worker has a small statue of Santa. The statue is facing away from me, and it looks as if jolly old St Nick is taking a leak.
- Now five hours till naptime in my Yum-scented house.
- Still 10-10-1-steady.
GAH!
- I had a really vivid dream last night that my favorite sports bar was being shut down, and there were cats there who needed a home. I wanted to take them, but it was impractical, and my supervisor from work started guilting me about hating strays. I tried to explain that I’ve taken in three strays and given them great homes, but she wouldn’t hear it. .
- For the last three days, my left heel has been killing me. I can’t think of anything I could possibly have done to it—I haven’t exactly gone skydiving recently—but it hurts.
- Working till midnight last night, and having to be back in at 0630.
- My friend Cathy has the flu. I’m damn sure not going over to her house to draw blood for analysis, so I won’t know if it’s of the swine variety.
- I don’t even HAVE a favorite sports bar. I used to, but it shut down. My dream only reinforced the heartache.
- My computer at work has been broken for over a week, and the IT people are waiting either on a part or an act of freaking Congress to fix it.
YAY!
- My dream guilting about the stray cats was mitigated by finding a really cool Eastern Airlines necktie, plus a gown and doctoral hood, which Lord knows you always find in the back room of sports bars.
- As annoying and achey as my left heel has been, I’m happy to report that my right heel has been pain free and operating normally. If I’ve needed a heel to perform some sort of heel business—witnessing documents, taking heel-related phonecalls, etc—the right heel has truly kicked it up a notch.
- I have a job I like, and it pays me, provides me with a work wife, and occasionally gives me overtime hours if I choose to work them.
- My friend Cathy has the flu…BUT I DON’T!! :-D
- The adjective "bonery." "After browsing YouPorn.com for an hour, Bob was feeling bonery."
- My formerly favorite sports bar actually annoyed me, and I stopped going there years ago. Sure, I liked knowing it was available for my sports bar needs, but I like it better now that it’s called Estella’s and serves awesome Mexican food.
- Because my computer is broken, I’ve been sitting in a different desk every day, thus affording me the opportunity to get to know all the members of my team, all the way down to their children (via their pictures (Stacey’s daughter glared at me with menacing cuteness for two days last weekend)).
- It’s my Thursday already.
- As always, ten fingers, ten toes, one belly button, and a steady pulse.
Happy Tuesday!
HISS:
- It's cold. Not Canada cold or Massachusetts cold or Minnesota cold, but it's Florida cold. I'm in Florida, and I'm a cold wuss. Of course, I'm still wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but my bare feet are cold. </whining>
- My brain chemicals are all screwy the past few weeks. I have decent days and horrible days. Stupid Abyss.
- I had to go out yesterday, and it was pouring rain. First thing that happened when I started my truck? My windshield wiper blades completely disintegrated. Yikes.
- I can remedy the cold thing by closing my sliding-glass door. There's zero chance I'll freeze to death or get frostbite, too.
- I have a doctor appointment Thursday to have my chemicals recalibrated. Yay.
- Also, I have two cats, one on either side of me, to keep me warm.
- My house is immaculate, thanks to Pat the Cleaning Lady. Yay, Pat!
- I'm back on the night shift again. I think part of my depression was having to get up and be at work at 0900. My natural body cycle has me go to sleep around 0600, then wake up early afternoon. Maybe if I lived in Hawaii or Guam, I'd be a day person.
- If I lived in Hawaii or Guam, I'd certainly not be cold right now.
- I could live in Australia or India, but there are deadly snakes covering every surface.
- Okay, I'm exaggerating.
- Today is my Sunday.
- Estella's pablanos rellenos with Carrie Saturday night. Yum.
- I got my tax refund.
- The fact that zooplankton, which are tiny, look a lot like UFO's, which are huge:
As always, ten fingers, ten (cold) toes, one belly button, and a steady pulse. Happy Tuesday!
PS: An example of Washington, DC, cold this morning (photo by my brother):
And, one way to stay warm here in frosty Florida (as modeled by Ana-Sofia Vargas):
Boo:
- I'm working days (daze) for the next four weeks. GOD, is it hard to wake up at 0840.
- My back hurts.
- My former owners laid off 500 people in one week; my current owners eliminated 100 jobs nationwide.
- Ana-Sofia Vargas and Wind have begun this bizarre Punch and Judy wrestling thing, which would be fine except they tussle on my bed while I'm trying to sleep.
- I must buy two new tires, and I just spent $275 on new glasses.
- Excessive Christmas music on the radio
- The day shift flies by, and I'll be able to have some semblance of a life.
- I'm able to work enough that my back gets sore.
- I wasn't laid off by either owner. I'm grateful to have a job.
- Ana-Sofia Vargas and Wind actually start out licking each other, then love bites, and then the bitch-slapping starts.
- I'll actually be able to see the tires I'll be buying.
- I just saw a beautiful green fireball in the skies over Lake Tom.
- On my drive home, there were two AWESOME Christmas songs in my range: "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" and my favorite to sing, "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year." I totally got busted singing the bridge at a stoplight. :-) (screw 'em: I was dead on pitch!)
- What would happen if Emily Post married a guy named Fred Toasties?
- Would she become a cereal killer? (rimshot)
- 要拉吗？
- I have friends who can read the above and grin at my stupidity.
- The idea that somewhere, there's a woman named Marian Bright, and she will attend an X-mas party.
- Believe it or not, my brain chemicals are actually quite balanced at the mo.
- Tai-kong suo-yo duh shing-chiou sai-jin wuh duh pee-goo
- That this was in an episode of Firefly.
- As always, ten fingers, ten toes, one belly-button, and a steady pulse.
