New Moon on Wednesday. To shamelessly paraphrase Duran Duran in order to mark an occasion. Just a little something I kinda like to do. For those of you to whom today's pending end of the world-type full solar eclipse doesn't apply, of course.
Apparently, today is also Pitcher's Day. I've no idea when Catcher's Day is, sorry. I'm going with this one being baseball related, but I didn't, like, care enough to check. The name is more than enough for this simple country boy. Y'all can interpret it however you'd like. I'm easy. Like a Sunday morning, in fact.
If god is my witness, then god must be blind.
I was just joshing y'all yesterday. I ain't never been to Bangkok.
Song of the Day: the Go Go's- Automatic. Did I mention that I saw them in concert in Las Vegas last year? Sure, the night ended poorly, but it SO wasn't the fault of Belinda Carlisle et al; and we still love them.
A hearty much obliged to my boy Colin (nice sleight of hand with the business card, too) for providing this worthless freeloader with transport all the way to work last night. Very above and beyond the call. And, because I almost always forget, muchas gracias to the gang (sadly, Dr. T was unable to attend, she was missed; on the positive tip, I'm pretty sure it weren't my fault she didn't make it out) for ordering me my coffee yet again after volleyball last night, whilst I wandered outside for my nicotine fix. That's 2 of the food groups right there. Alls I needed was alcohol and sugar and I'd have been set.
And I ran into an unexpected visitor from the recent past, which was a very pleasant surprise. Even if I didn't quite clue in at first as to who she was (no glasses, didn't expect to see her, not really used to folks acknowledging me back in the world; always catches me off guard, it does), something for which I felt really badly and did apologize. Just another one of the hazards of always being off in one's own little world, I suppose. So it's a good thing I ran into her again, then. She knows who she is and hopefully she'll stop by hereabouts again soon. Yes, she's been given the link to whatever it is that I perpetrate hereabouts (long story, don't ask), so she knows exactly who and what I am. The guy that walks women to their cars at night and pretty much treats them with respect as a rule. I'm kinda glad we didn't play against the team she was filling in for, as I was in an unpleasant mood. Although, conversely, I'm in my element on the volleyball court...
And yes, I did walk her to her car. That's just how I roll.
Congratulations to good ol' Matt and his wife on the purchase of their new house. Best of luck to both of them in their future endeavours and new life in Vancouver.
Is it just me or does this Slither movie look like the biggest pile of monkey crap since the latest episode of The View? Oprah? Dr. Phil? Any and/or all of the above? There'd better at least be plenty of gratuitous female nudity in it if it has hopes of making any, you know, money. Other than in Europe, of course. Them folks tend to watch damn near anything American. The French and their love of Jerry Lewis. Germans and David Hasselhoff. I don't believe I need to go on.
C for Collapse. My poor little house of cards (made from a deck I got at my beloved the Palms, for signing up for their Player's Club) kinda DID last night. I totally thought I could deal. As always, I was totally mistaken. Without going into too many gory details, let's just say things went poorly. But I learned a valuable lesson about myself and, at the same time, earned me some more psychic Scars.
All right, I typed this part beforehand, but I think I'll keep it, as it's at least partially true. Actually, I had happy thoughts to help me while away the hours at work.
Yes, my anger issues totally got the best of me last night. I was fucking SEETHING. Folks even noticed and commented on same. Good Times. Added to which indignity, I only got in one good hit, back row. Kablam! From Straight Outta Compton and shit. The other team didn't even know where it came from. Hell, OUR team didn't even know where it came from. For the record, it came from the dark place. And it felt really fucking GOOD. You have no idea.
Nope, still NO idea what K(A)'s deal is. Quelle surprise, n'est pas? I reckon she's simply a nice person, since she doesn't seem to be avoiding me like the Bubonic and shit. Whatever. This way. That way. At this point, it's all pretty much falling down the stairs.
I quite appreciated the sheer smoothness that is my boy Carl, all but inviting her to join him on his pending trip to Europe. If I'd been, you know, paying attention (I was eating, priorities, dammit); I'd have totally been taking notes. Learning is, after all, FUNdamental. Or so I hear, being all ignant and such, simple country boy what I am.
A hearty well played, old sock (old bean? whatever), to the fella on our first opponents what managed to block one of my angry spikes with authority. The kind of spike where the other team has fucked up and sent the ball over the net into my welcoming and waiting anger issues, no less. That shit's just not supposed to happen. Very impressive. Fortuitously, very rare, also.
And to the guy on our second foe what managed to spike the ball off my goofy mug. Knocked my spectacles off and everything. While I'd like to think I was a few inches over the net at the time, I'm sure in actuality the ball was on its way down and I just happened to get in the way. Kept it in play though. Hey, whatever works, right? By any means necessary and shit.
I once had a woman, who later became my cyberstalker, use the phrase ''suck it up, Princess'' on me. I countered with ''um, honey, I do believe that there would be MY line.'' What else could I do? I mean, what would you do in the same situation?
And just HOW did she know that I've always wanted to be a Princess, complete with shiny (I love me some shiny) tiara, anyway? It's not like I told her or anything. But then again, mayhap I did. It is something I like to shout from the rooftops. I believe I've mentioned that I'm just a smidge offbeat at times. If not, now you know.
1) Megan Ewing (I'd really like to find myself behind this hazel-eyed Guess? and Victoria's Secret model. do your own math on that one, it'll help if you're familiar with a certain song. aren't I all clever and shit? and yet, kinda not.)
2) Vivienne Tam (Cantonese fashion designer. her clothing line is apparently favored by Julia Roberts, Goldie Hawn, Madonna and Britney Spears.)
3) Theodora (Byzantine empress. was an actress and prostitute before her marriage to Justinian I, who upon his accession, made her joint ruler. she proved to be much more suited for the job than he, so this was a sound call on his part. Stand By Your Man, push him aside and DIY, whatever works; n'est pas?)
4) Mira Furlan (more Croatian content. formerly portrayed Ambassador DeLenn on Babylon 5. appears topless in something entitled When Father Was Away on Business, which sounds much more intriguing than it actually is, I'm sure. it's the cynic in me.)
5) Paris Rain (these are a few of my favorite things: Paris; Rain (the song, the club, the, you know, wet stuff); porn star; shapely young adorable. check out her work at Slut Auditions.com.)
I'm off to touch up my resume sos I can apply for the newly open Boston Bruins' general manager gig and then catch up on Sleepytime. I shall return, like it or not. Enjoy your Humpday, y'all.