We Love to Fly and It Blows

I got nominated to fetch the sister-to-be-in-law from the airport, and found her (and the airport) right off. Of course they managed to leave the planeload of luggage on the tarmac for an hour while they waited on the lightening to get less scary or something. It was a dubious excuse, since several flights that arrived after hers had their bags in the claim before hers did. Naturally I inquired into getting the second hour of my parking validated, and the dude who answers the phone in the parking department got a good chuckle out of that suggestion. The chief baggage apologist said it was an act of God and there was nothing to be done. She recommended that I call 1-800-GOD. I told her it seemed more like the work of Zeus to me, but then gave up.

I would've called God, but then I remembered all the backtithes I owe. You don't want deities auditing you, especially ones who have tax collectors following them around.

My neighbor, the retired Colonel and active barber, got himself a new puppy, tentatively named Heidi. I'll post pics when I get back home, because dogs are more photogenic than most of the people I know.

Oh, and I went on a $2.50 shopping spree at the Friends Bookstore at the Homewood Library. I got a book on shorthand, a 200+ page, full-color biology textbook, a booklet on the Atomic Energy Merit Badge, and a history of Germany written in 1947. Plus a bonus book of Robert Frost's poetry. I like Frost because his poems don't make my head hurt. For all you Whitman fans, they've got Leaves of Grass for a quarter.

Some of the family came by yesterday, and we cleaned up the place for the first time this season. Everybody seemed impressed with my vaccumin' accumen, and a good time was had by all.

I'm gonna stop writing, because there's not much left to say.

Further Chronicling of Wasted Time

I've posted two of my new ideas to the halfbakery. Vote for me, and I'll let you keep reading.

Also, here are some of the results of me dragging a poor defenseless pencil against and even more unfortunate page.







I'll get more inspiration later. Still thinking about a logo for my think tank. I've already told ya'll the motto, right? We think, therefore we tank.

Moonshrining

I've long been planning to start my own cult, but now I'm starting to get the idea that it's really all been done, and there are plenty of groups who have done the work for me. I went to a dance given by the National Kidney Foundation on Friday in honor and benefit of my sister and other transplant recipients and wannabes. She's a transplolympian, and they need money to go to Louisville, KY next year. By the looks of things at the party, they'll be able to rent elephants to ride up there if they want.

On an unrelated note, here's a picture I came across today. I don't know who's in the pic, but I'd like to meet her.


I came close to vacuuming the floor today, even going so far as to remove the instrument from the closet and relocate it to the floor in need. I guess I don't wanna rush into something like that. The roaches might stage a coup if I messed with their turf.

Nothing much is new at work. I got a call from a 32-year-old man, who has no phone, no job, no credit card, no bank account, and no mailing address to speak of who is desperately searching for a...wait for it...blue lightsaber. We don't have any in stock, and they're only getting to the distributor on the tenth, but he'll call us back and ask later if we have it. I could've sent him to Nashville if I'd felt like it.


I keep getting an urge to go get four bagels for $3.41. It's one of the cheapest ways to get full I know, and I don't have to clean up the kitchen afterwards. Not that I would clean up the kitchen anyway, but this way the floor doesn't stick to my feet.

I would comment on something relevant to the rest of the world to the rest of the world, but I'm kinda out of the loop. Deep Throat has been revealed, but so far that doesn't have any significance to most of us. There are enough current scandals to worry about that I'm ready to forgive Nixon.

I need new dancing shoes, from what I can tell. That or better socks, b/c I abused my feet the other day at the shrine place. Fortunately I was prepared for such a contingency. I'm so bored.

Sharper Image still hasn't rewarded me for any of the ideas I've submitted, so it's time to send them some more. Seeing as how the Halfbakery doesn't protect the ideas submitted to it, somebody sooner or later is gonna make money off them. Now I don't think that that's a particularly nice thing to do, but I'm a nice guy, and if anybody is gonna steal someone's idea for profit, it might as well be a nice guy. That way, the money goes to somebody who can use it nicely, and not avaricially. Then again, most of their ideas are worse than mine.

I'm rapidly approaching the deadline to give two weeks' notice before City Stages. Surely there's another job that pays at least this well that I can line up before then. I'm working on an incentive program for the headhunters, maybe something involving a free cheesecake to the first one who lands me a paying gig.

Oh, yeah, Leslie showed me a great thrift store called the Foundry. I got a new (to me) leather jacket for $15, and a silk shirt for $0.99. Plus the tie I wore to the shriner shindig. I'll find the pictures later; they must've gotten lost between my camera and computer.

I've gotta go to the bank, because somebody in HR still can't wrap his mind around the concept of direct deposit. A check is still money, but it has an implied message of "I really don't want to pay you, but this the closest I could legally come. Have fun at the bank."

New Words, and Other Finds

I went back to the sporting goods place and found a more liberal clerk to trade in my hand exerciser. This time I got a receipt for $9.99 instead of $7.99, and all because I didn't show her my receipt. As a bonus, the cashier was an even prettier redhead than the previous one I had the pleasure of dealing with, although I felt bad making her have to process the return. It was more complicated than it had to be, b/c she issued me a gift card and immediately depleted its balance back to zero. I guess it's a learning experience for her.

I got some duds to wear to this dance I'm going to tomorrow at a slick thrift store in Bessemer. I'll have to take pictures. Basically I'm going as somebody I'm not, or maybe somebody I would've been if I wasn't who I am. Anyway, I'm gonna dance, and it's about time, too.

I've started reading Catch-22, first in a checked-out copy and then one I found at the thrift store. I also got a cookbook that I'm told even I can follow, a book on shorthand (I need to learn an obsolescent skill to maintain my retro-dork certification), a copy of Animal Farm, and A Tale of Two Cities (among my top three all-time favorites).

I decided to look up another batch of words that I didn't recognize, or that I didn't have a denotation in mind for. They are posted below to benefit the interested and aggravate the disinterested.

bradawl
buxom
cerulean
cloth-head
congenial
elfin
escutcheon
fog
forelock
furgle
genial
gentian
heavy weather
infundibuliform
jocose
lissom
lorgnette
messuage
nile-green
noblesse oblige
pensive
poesy
popinjay
portentous
pouch
pretentious
prolix
rarefy
scraggy
seamy
skittle-sharp
stoic
strident
supra
votary
winsome

How'd it get to be Tuesday?

This seems like a waste of time, but if I had a job, I'd just be typing something else that hardly anybody reads anyway. Here's some pictures I took of some dogs I know.


Wilson


Sadie


Winnie


Luna


OK, so not a dog per se, but a critter nonetheless.

Now I'm out of dogs, but still have more pictures. So much for sticking to the theme.


My brother climbing a tree. He taught Sadie everything she knows.

That's all for now; I'm pushing my luck as it is having both the electricity and internet connection working at once. I feel a crash coming on.