Friday’s Mental Massage
There are days that I’m not even sure I’m awake. Hell, there are weeks like that. Time goes by so fast that it seems impossible that I’m living the same life as everybody else. The days are going by much too quickly. I’m sort of afraid I’m going to wake up and I’m going to be 19 again. Either that, or I’m going to wake up and I’m going to be 80 and it’s all over. I’m not ure which would be worse.
Maybe it’s just that I’ve been busy. And I have been this week, though I don’t really feel like I have a lot to show for it. One of the biggest non-work concerns of the week was finally getting around to buying my wife a new vehicle. She’s been driving the same thing ince 1999 and the time for to have a new ride came and went a long time ago. After reading Maudie’s tales, I decided to by this vehicle differently than I have any others. It’s been a fun process. I’m going to write a sizable check at 2:30pm today. I’m sure you’ll see the result over at the wife’s blog in the coming days.
Speaking of the wife, we are eschewing the traditional Valentines Day junk and going out for a dinner date tonight. Nothing special in terms of the food, but it will be a nice night away. It will also be an opportunity to see if the new babysitter can succeed in putting the little one to bed.
Today, it’s the other little one I’m worried about. The dog is doing her biannual “I’m sick and hence not eating” thing that always causes me no small amount of worry. We’re now cooking hamburger and rice on the stove in hopes it, as usual, entices her back to her old self.
I’ve gotten a lot of praise in the past week or so about a couple of stories I wrote over at the Up For Poker Blog. The Last Poker Game is a true tale. The Syndicate is not. But it might be. Regardless, as a person who fancies himself a word-using-guy, it’s nice to receive so many nice comments.
Anna Nicole Smith is dead. It’s probably a little a cold of me, but I thought more than three hours of uninterupted news coverage on CN-fucking-N yesterday was a little much. While her death, like just about any, is tragic, she really didn’t give he world anything but big boobs and news-about-how-she’s-making-the-news. And stop it with the comparisons to Marilyn Monroe. For the love of all that’s holy. And if you missed it, late yesterday, the paparazzi outlet Splash News & Picture Agency held a screening of Smith’s “final moments.” While said video showed nothing more than a few paramedics working on…somebody…it still sold for half a million bucks. Oh yeah, we are a classy bunch.
Oh! And who is reading this bad boy via RSS feed? Looks like anybody can now. After a lot of Blogger and Bloglines troubles, I finally determined that the RSS problem was 99% on Bloglines’ end. It took some convincing to make Bloglines believe the issue was theirs. However, after about 100 people said, “Hey Bloglines, your stuff don’t work anymore!” they listened and seem to have fixed everything. So, Rapid Eye Reality seems to be back on the RSS bus again.
Other than that, without going too deeply into it, how would you feel if you were waiting for the other shoe to drop, you could actually see the other shoe falling, you were fully prepared for said shoe to hit the ground, and the shoe just kept hanging around in the air, acting like it’s going to drop but never actually doing so?
Yeah, me, too.
From time to time, I go back a couple of years in the archives and try to figure out how different this world is. Here are a few of pieces I wrote in February of 2004 that are reminders of how much…and how little…life has changed.
What is the Friday Mental Massage? It is an end-of-the-week brain dump in which I get rid of everything on my head and don’t worry about making it sound nice-nice.
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