I find myself on the horns of yet another in a seemingly endless line of ethical dilemmas. Which is quite strange, given my inherent moral pragmatism.
Say you're on an airplane that's about to go down, blazing fireball-style. The complete stranger sitting beside you is sleeping peaceably (I travel solo, so pretty much everyone's a complete fucking stranger, but for the average couple, the odds of sitting beside at least one are fairly reasonable-like). Do you wake them and let them share in the epiphany that Only impending Death can bring? What about if your travelling partner is sleeping peacefully; Would you awaken THEM?
Sadly, I'm leaning towards yes in both instances. Every day, I inch that much Closer to becoming a complete fucking prick.
On that note: it appears that Expedia.ca (possibly .com as well) is currently having a 72 hour sale. To all sorts of places and everything. I was scoping a trip to Las Vegas for the Kelly Clarkson concert at the Aladdin on Saturday, December 10th, just for kicks. I was able to find a package at Circus Circus, which is a neat place, if a smidge downscale; which is fine, as I'm totally a low-rent kind of guy, for $565 Canadian/including taxes. Which is damn reasonable, especially for a weekend; it's about the same price as staying at the local Ho Jo or Motel 6. I'm seriously pondering it, and have until Thursday to decide. Where the trouble comes into Paradise is the fucking 10 hour flights. Nope, NO idea how a 3 hour and change direct flight can get FUBAR'ed into 10. Perhaps a brief tour of the Bermuda Triangle, followed by a layover in the Twilight Zone?
And then there's the fact that I have NO idea wherefore to go and pick up my tickets, boarding passes and whatnot. I have a printer, but, since I've had it for well over 6 months and haven't even attempted to set the fucker up...the odds are better than fair that I won't be doing it any time soon. Well, that and I don't really trust e-tickets. I like the tangibility of paper, I went to the school that burned down before they put up the old school. Of course, this crisis has arisen before: Expedia apparently has some kind of VIP nightclub pass for Las Vegas that I was eying up, simply so I could finally check out Ghost Bar and Rain-in-the-Desert (more commonly known as Rain), without having to either blow a doorperson or sell a kidney to get bribe money. Yes, even I have a few principles I like to call my own, although one would be hard pressed to guess that from the things I say and the ''ideas'' I have.
Oh my yes, I'm fully aware of my insanity and all of my weaknesses. And now, y'all are, too. Lucky you.
Kim. Success suits you. Impressive. Despite being well past under the weather, you sucked it up and finally got it done. Congratulations.
A brief musical interlude:
And now I cry in the middle of the night for the same damn thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
I can't even type the fucker, I strongly suspect y'all can imagine exactly how well I sing it. Very scary. Not for the faint of heart. But still I try.
A hearty much obliged to my lovely neighbor for providing this fucking freeloader with a ride to volleyball last night. Hopefully I managed to keep the conversation low-key and casually friendly, without boring the poor woman to fucking tears. Again, I'm aware. Artificially intelligent, even.
I feel like a total jerk. She told me her birthday (we were talking about such things, she mentioned it was in March, and I asked; I'm like that) and I've somehow managed to forget it completely. It was either the 14th or the 16th, though, that much I recall.
Did y'all ever see the episode of The Flintstones where Fred does something truly unforgivable (a common plotline, I'll freely admit) and he ends up with the word HEEL (possibly 1st Class, my memory's a bit shaky this chilly a.m.) written on his forehead? Today, that is I, wearing the goathorns. Or is it a crown of shit? Some days I have trouble keeping these things straight. Anyway, I feel pretty damn Low about it. On the positive tip, I also feel meaner than a rattlesnake. For whatever that's worth.
Sadly, our winning streak was stopped, and we found ourselves bounced out the playoffs. Sigh. No more volleyball until January. Double sigh. Again, I found myself trying to do too much at times. I know I hate that, so I can only imagine how everyone else feels about it. Likely not goodly. I managed to run into Kendra, narrowly avoid collisions with Steph and Tamara, and nearly crippled Kim. Typical evening out for your bull-in-a-China-shop narrator.
Note to self: Do not EVER get the good doctor Tamara angry at you. You've seen what she's capable of without malice aforethought (I think/hope, anyway). Last night, apres volleyball, she did what many of y'all likely Wish you could: she threw a pot of coffee at me; but I totally brought it on myself. I always do. That's how I roll.
What can I say? The ''easy-pour'' coffee pot had me completely fucking baffled (being a simple country boy and all), and, since I'm man enough to ask for assistance (or directions, for that matter) when I require it; I did. Sadly, things didn't work out so well, but the pot did end up pouring easily after all. All over me. Luckily, I was only on my way to work, with noone to impress or anything.
Yes, a total accident, a mishap even; but it just makes a better story to say she heaved it at me, don't it? And y'all know I'm all about the stories.
1) Jenna Jameson (after deleting all them posts, I've literally NO idea exactly whom I've included previously, but it simply wouldn't be a list without lovely Double J., now would it? one day I WILL read her book, in case any of y'all are wondering what to give me for xmas.)
2) Joan Jett (even after all of these years, whenever I Love Rock 'N' Roll comes on the radio I still sing along, and I'd bet cash moneys y'all do, too. same with I Hate Myself (boy, do I) For Loving You.)
3) Japan (aka Misty Mason. black porn star (I like incongruency) with an awesome tat on her right leg.)
4) Jocasta (unknowingly married her son, Oedipus, and had 4 children with him. when she realized what she'd wrought, she hung herself. see, some people DO have worse relationship luck than I.)
5) Mary Putnam Jacobi (the 1st woman student at the L'Ecole de Medicine, Paris.)
Off to eat 2X, check my pools, and then bed. Gots to get up early to catch the alternate ending of tonight's episode of Veronica Mars at AOL.com/Veronica Mars after the show. Yet again, it's Hump Day. Friday looms ever near. Stay the course, y'all.