Skipping past Writober and Nanoblomo . . ? Shit, I dunno. I'm as bored as you are.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Aaaaaaaand NOW that Joke is Old
Do you ever step into an elevator and, for a split second, fear that you’re going to drop something through the space between the elevator and the landing? I think about that each and every time . . . usually fearing for my keys, which are usually safe in my pocket. Anyway, Thanksgiving weekend kicked off with me stepping off the elevator at my sister-in-law’s and dropping a stack of seven CDs (falling from a secured bag, no less) right on and in line with the opening between the elevator and the landing. So now I have six CDs. Sorry, Fiona Apple.*
The rest of our Thanksgiving trip was less eventful and much more-better. I finally got a guided tour of East Atlanta /
Duluth Decatur (“is greater”). It’s always nice and relaxing to get away from Tallahassee.
In other news, I’m gonna sidestep into Political Land and relate my latest nugget of Pre-Election Year water-cooler wisdom: If polls hold any ounce truth, we’re going to be choosing between a woman who can’t win and a guy no-one wants to win.
Democrats: Snatching Defeat from the Jaws of Victory ’08!
You’d think I’d have a blog for this kind of crap, right? Where did I put that thing?
* no, I’m not gay . . . for the thousandth time
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Monday, November 05, 2007
I Drive to Work
Driving to work can be frustrating. Especially as early as I’m currently making the trip. Like, this morning, I was driving behind this guy clogging the middle lane with his giant SUV, driving 10 miles under an already-too-low speed limit. It was one of those shifting-down-into-third-gear-to-make-some-progress moments. With swearing.
But there are moments of brilliance, too. Another SUV, later on, had one of those license-plate frames . . . at one time. All that was left of it was the top part between the two screw/bolts. The part that read, “Failure is not.”