An hour ago. I am at a red light, window down, enjoying the weather. Traffic is congested both ways. A truck hauling a trailer in the other direction slows to a stop next to me. I don’t pay attention to what’s in the trailer. I am lost in thought, getting kind of sleepy actually. Then a car backfires, sounding like a gunshot. Immediately the dozen or so horses six feet away from my open window begin to LOSE THEIR FUCKING SHIT.
I carried a cinnamon roll in a paper bag around for nearly four hours today.
It was to be my afternoon snack, but I never quite found the five minutes necessary to run downstairs and microwave it (because everyone who’s anyone knows cinnamon rolls are best eaten when warm). I bounced from meeting, to someone’s desk, to meeting, to impromptu huddle, etc, bag in hand. The grease from the pastry slowly eating through the paper bag like lye on skin.
So yes: work, while awesome, has been crazy-go-nuts busy lately. It makes me really empathize with this dog:
At least in 20 days I too will be airlifted away, to England.
In unrelated GPOY news, here’s a picture of me taken after the Rubi Girls performance several weeks back.
The photo, a rarity in that it’s one of me I really like, is courtesy of my talented photographer friend Bill. Or as I like to call him, “Photo Willy.” Though I will never call him that to his face.
I could write a whole thing about the terrible, despicable events that took place in Orlando this morning, but many others have already done so, and far more eloquently than I could. One of those persons is John Scalzi, whose piece “Thoughts and Prayers” reflects most of my thoughts on the subject.
Here’s the instructions on how you can find and contact your Congressperson, and insist he or she do more than just offer their thoughts and prayers.
Just booked a flight to Kansas City for the Fourth of July weekend, so I guess I have crossed the threshold from “probably going, yeah” to “flying again on one of the busiest travel days of the year, hurrah.” Dayton won’t be bad, but I am already looking forward to spending three hours waiting for TSA’s gentle caress when I fly home on July 4. But visiting friends is worth it (you bastards). And so continues the Year of Travel.
At my parents’ house last weekend, I was rooting around in a cabinet and found a can of Clabber Girl brand baking powder, and of course took a picture.
Seriously: how has some savvy Millennial descendant not yet inherited the family business and replaced the Clabber Girl mascot with a picture of a velociraptor? I don’t use baking powder, but I’d buy a can with a terrifying raptor on label.
I was not feeling well the other day, so I spent waaaay too long creating a ringtone from the celebration song at the end of RETURN OF THE JEDI. The original one, with vocals from the saviors of the Rebellion, the Ewoks, not the one pan flute trash from the Special Edition version. You know; this one:
For several years my morning alarm was the A-Team theme song. It was great, effectively woke me up. After a while, though, I got tired of being jolted awake, adrenaline pumping, ready to cut someone. I’ve tried various alarms since, none terribly satisfying, then one day the Ewok celebration song — or “Yub Nub,” if you prefer — came to mind.
In the spirit of sharing, I was going to upload it to a ringtone site, until I realized someone had already beaten me to it — and did a better job at it — and posted it to Zedge.
Since changing alarms to the Ewok celebration, I wake up happier and with less heart pounding. Besides, who wouldn’t be cheerful waking up to the sweet sounds of victory!