Last night on The Colbert Report Stephen aired some footage of Rush Limbaugh making some rather interesting comments in the wake of last week’s election.
I’ll let you find the Report footage for yourself to see Stephen’s comedic turn as a Limbaugh apologist for yourself, but there was something about the statements that I wanted to remark on.
My understanding of what he said – don’t jump all over me if I’m misquoting or you think I’m misrepresenting what he said; I’m going on what he actually said and am simply summarizing it as I understood it – was that his reaction to the GOP losing control was to let out something of a sigh of relief.
Essentially he stated that for the past however many years, presumably in the name of party unity, he’s had to struggle to hold his tongue and has had to defend some decisions and policies that he didn’t necessarily agree with. Now that the Republicans are no longer in charge apparently he’s free to engage in dissent, though exactly why he felt constrained against speaking his mind in a country which guarantees your right to dissent is beyond me. In fact, not engaging in dissent when he disagreed with the actions of the party leadership strikes me as irresponsible, particularly for a person in his position.
That’s not really where I’m going with this, though, and I’ll leave it up to you to make your own decisions about what taking such a position says about his honesty and integrity.
In any case, in describing his situation, Limbaugh made an analogy in which he seemed to be comparing himself to a waterboy, stating that at times he felt like he was bringing water to people who didn’t deserve water.
That he made such an analogy struck me as interesting, considering the less-flattering analogy that’s been kicking around in my head ever since he made his comments about Michael J. Fox.
If you’re not aware of those statements, basically he accused Fox of exploiting his condition for political purposes in an ad supporting Stem Cell research (he accused Fox of either not taking his meds or deliberately exaggerating the shakiness that Parkinson’s Disease causes), and took him to task for shilling for the Democratic party (He also mimicked the way Fox was shaking, a pantomime that has been looped and set to Herbie Hancock’s Rockit, as can be seen here).
I was struck by the hypocrisy of someone who shills for his own party – even, apparently, when doing so conflicts with his personal beliefs – complaining about someone else being a shill.
All of which brings me to my point, which is that at that time I came up with an analogy for what Limbaugh does for a living that is much more apt than his own about being a waterboy.
More apt, and a lot grosser (so consider yourself forewarned).
The analogy I came up with is that it’s like he gets down on his knees and gives the GOP a long, slow, sloppy blowjob, then proceeds to cum swap with his listeners.
(By the way, I did consider making a graphic to accompany this entry this but decided against it. So think about that when you’re sharing your “Things I’m Thankful For” list with your families at the Thanksgiving dinner table next week. “And finally, I’m thankful that Jon didn’t create that imaginary cover to Rush Limbaugh in Snowballin’ Vol. 12, featuring Dennis Hastert and the GOP Bukkake All-Stars!”)
Okay, let’s move back from the homoerotic political commentary and focus on the more traditional Threshold content.
I see that once again People magazine has snubbed me, naming George Clooney as the Sexiest Man Alive. I mean, come on; what does he have that I…*sigh* I can’t even finish that question without getting depressed as I consider the answer. Or rather answers. Lots and lots of answers. So many answers that you would need a quad-core computer to calculate them all.
One thing Clooney doesn’t have, though, is the almost universal approval of the other homeowners for the flier that I designed. In your sexiest face, Clooney!
Of course, like me, Clooney also doesn’t have the damn information that I’ve requested so that I can completely finish the thing. How hard is it to say “the party starts at x” and “the person they need to RSVP to is y” anyway?
It reminds me of one of the things I didn’t like about desktop publishing: the clients.
So far my day off hasn’t been terribly productive.
I had a late lunch with Kathleen, who had fallen down the stairs and sprained her ankle yesterday, so she was working from home, which meant that I didn’t have to dive all the way to Ashburn for lunch, which was a plus. It also meant that she was sort of hobbling around, which was a minus.
Tomorrow it’s back to work for two days, then three days of working next week (including Thanksgiving and Black Friday), then two weeks off. I’m assuming that apart from tomorrow and possibly Saturday most of the time I’m there things will be relatively slow, as they usually are around the holidays.
I’m sure that for most of the time that I’ll be there in December 90%+ of our management will be off for the holidays.
In any case, I should probably do the laundry and accomplish a few other things before my day is through.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
What If...Jon Were A Criminal?
This video clip of a guy attempting to rob a liquor store is painfully funny.
I mean that literally: it's painful.
As I was watching it, though, in addition to laughing I was thinking, "This is how things would go if I were a burglar." The sad thing is I wouldn't even have the excuse of being drunk.
I mean that literally: it's painful.
As I was watching it, though, in addition to laughing I was thinking, "This is how things would go if I were a burglar." The sad thing is I wouldn't even have the excuse of being drunk.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
The Hot Dog Bun That Broke The Camel's Back
After doing the requisite amount of sitting around doing nothing this morning I made my way to the shower and ventured out, however briefly, into the world in order to do some grocery shopping.
I didn’t buy much but still managed to spend over $30, which was kind of baffling.
After getting home I made lunch and found myself overcome with the frustration that can build up when every last goddamn thing you do, whether the result of the perversity of the universe or personal incompetence, inevitably becomes a life or death struggle.
Adding condiments to hot dog buns should not be a task roughly equivalent to the Thirteenth Labor of Hercules, and yet today found me standing in the kitchen going absolutely bat-shit as the buns refused to stand up, stay open, and not fucking fall apart.
Let me be as clear about this as possible; all I was trying to do was to add ketchup and relish to a few hot dog buns.
That should have been extremely simple and should not have resulted in me standing there with ketchup and relish all over my hands, crumbs all over the counter and floor, and a plate of mutilated buns silently mocking me as I choked on my frustration and did my best to avoid smashing the shit out of everything in sight while screaming in rage at the uncaring heavens.
Of course the goddamn hot dog buns weren’t really the issue; they were just that last little shove that nearly sent me over the edge.
There’s an episode of The Simpsons in which Homer attends a self-help class. The instructor says to the class, “Life is hard, am I right?”
When everyone in the class agrees that life is, in fact, hard, he responds, angrily, “Wrong! Life is easy; you suck!”
So at the heart of it all is the single, all-important question: why do I suck at everything?
I know that life just should not be this difficult, and I realize, too, that for the most part I’m the one making it so difficult.
So what do I do about it? I have no clue. If I did, I wouldn’t be standing around in my kitchen trying to avoid going totally bug fuck crazy over hot dog buns, would I?
And beyond that it’s an area that I don’t really feel like delving into right now anyway.
In any case, after averting the meltdown I took my mutilated hot dogs into the living room and sat down to watch the remaining episodes of Batman: Beyond.
After finishing that I got to work on the flier for the holiday party that my homeowner’s group is throwing in a couple of weeks.
I had an idea that I thought would be kind of cool, but then realized that it was an idea that would work really well if printed in color on quality paper by a professional print shop, but that would not work so well when printed in black and white from a laser printer and photocopied, so I modified things a little and came up with something a little more suitable.
I don’t really like the end result, but I realized that the reason I don’t like it is because it looks like exactly the sort of flier that would be printed up for a community holiday party or some similar event, so in this case the fact that I don’t like it is a good thing.
I still need to send a proof of it out to the group to get their thoughts on it and to spur them into providing me with the remaining information I need to complete it (the actual time of the party and who people should contact to RSVP, along with the contact information for said person).
While working on the flier I realized how much I miss doing that sort of work.
Too bad that desktop publishing jobs pay shit compared to what I do now and that the job market is oversaturated with people much younger and hungrier than I am and whose skill sets are much more current than mine.
So with that being said, let me ask you to refrain from latching onto my saying that I miss doing that sort of work and seeing that as an opportunity to start encouraging me to “take a chance and follow my dream” or something similarly nonsensical.
First up, it’s not my dream. Sure, I like doing desktop publishing work, but it can get old in a hurry. Second, even if it were my dream, as pointed out above, there are plenty of reasons – reasons that carry much more weight than some hippie notions about “self-actualization” or any of that kind of crap – not to pursue such a dream, such as the fact that I like being able to afford to pay my mortgage.
I suppose I could look into picking up some kind of part-time work on my days off. I tried that a few years ago and it didn’t lead to anything, and my skill set is, obviously, even less current when it was then.
Plus there’s always the loss of “sitting around time” that would be involved in taking on a part-time job.
Speaking of which, I have tomorrow off, which increases my available sitting around time for the week. Now that I’ve watched all of B: B, I have to find something to do to fill that time.
Oh, I know what I can do: absolutely nothing, just like I’ve been doing all week.
That should be fun.
I didn’t buy much but still managed to spend over $30, which was kind of baffling.
After getting home I made lunch and found myself overcome with the frustration that can build up when every last goddamn thing you do, whether the result of the perversity of the universe or personal incompetence, inevitably becomes a life or death struggle.
Adding condiments to hot dog buns should not be a task roughly equivalent to the Thirteenth Labor of Hercules, and yet today found me standing in the kitchen going absolutely bat-shit as the buns refused to stand up, stay open, and not fucking fall apart.
Let me be as clear about this as possible; all I was trying to do was to add ketchup and relish to a few hot dog buns.
That should have been extremely simple and should not have resulted in me standing there with ketchup and relish all over my hands, crumbs all over the counter and floor, and a plate of mutilated buns silently mocking me as I choked on my frustration and did my best to avoid smashing the shit out of everything in sight while screaming in rage at the uncaring heavens.
Of course the goddamn hot dog buns weren’t really the issue; they were just that last little shove that nearly sent me over the edge.
There’s an episode of The Simpsons in which Homer attends a self-help class. The instructor says to the class, “Life is hard, am I right?”
When everyone in the class agrees that life is, in fact, hard, he responds, angrily, “Wrong! Life is easy; you suck!”
So at the heart of it all is the single, all-important question: why do I suck at everything?
I know that life just should not be this difficult, and I realize, too, that for the most part I’m the one making it so difficult.
So what do I do about it? I have no clue. If I did, I wouldn’t be standing around in my kitchen trying to avoid going totally bug fuck crazy over hot dog buns, would I?
And beyond that it’s an area that I don’t really feel like delving into right now anyway.
In any case, after averting the meltdown I took my mutilated hot dogs into the living room and sat down to watch the remaining episodes of Batman: Beyond.
After finishing that I got to work on the flier for the holiday party that my homeowner’s group is throwing in a couple of weeks.
I had an idea that I thought would be kind of cool, but then realized that it was an idea that would work really well if printed in color on quality paper by a professional print shop, but that would not work so well when printed in black and white from a laser printer and photocopied, so I modified things a little and came up with something a little more suitable.
I don’t really like the end result, but I realized that the reason I don’t like it is because it looks like exactly the sort of flier that would be printed up for a community holiday party or some similar event, so in this case the fact that I don’t like it is a good thing.
I still need to send a proof of it out to the group to get their thoughts on it and to spur them into providing me with the remaining information I need to complete it (the actual time of the party and who people should contact to RSVP, along with the contact information for said person).
While working on the flier I realized how much I miss doing that sort of work.
Too bad that desktop publishing jobs pay shit compared to what I do now and that the job market is oversaturated with people much younger and hungrier than I am and whose skill sets are much more current than mine.
So with that being said, let me ask you to refrain from latching onto my saying that I miss doing that sort of work and seeing that as an opportunity to start encouraging me to “take a chance and follow my dream” or something similarly nonsensical.
First up, it’s not my dream. Sure, I like doing desktop publishing work, but it can get old in a hurry. Second, even if it were my dream, as pointed out above, there are plenty of reasons – reasons that carry much more weight than some hippie notions about “self-actualization” or any of that kind of crap – not to pursue such a dream, such as the fact that I like being able to afford to pay my mortgage.
I suppose I could look into picking up some kind of part-time work on my days off. I tried that a few years ago and it didn’t lead to anything, and my skill set is, obviously, even less current when it was then.
Plus there’s always the loss of “sitting around time” that would be involved in taking on a part-time job.
Speaking of which, I have tomorrow off, which increases my available sitting around time for the week. Now that I’ve watched all of B: B, I have to find something to do to fill that time.
Oh, I know what I can do: absolutely nothing, just like I’ve been doing all week.
That should be fun.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
The Nothingness Continues
So today was part 7,073 in our continuing series of me not doing much of anything all day long.
I got up, sat around, watched a few episodes of Batman: Beyond from the Volume 2 DVD that I bought while I was back in Michigan, took a nap, got up, watched more B: B.
Seriously, that’s all I’ve done today.
I’ve been pretty wasteful with the time off this week, even more than usual. That’s mostly because I still have a boatload of vacation time. I’ve taken this Thursday off, then I work all next week, then I’m off for two weeks.
There is stuff I suppose I could be doing, but meh.
I have a picture I started on back in October, right before everything with my dad, that I’d like to finish before moving on to other projects, but I just don’t feel like working on it, so that means no other projects are getting worked on either.
Anyway, I need to make some decisions about dinner, and I don’t really have anything to write about at the moment, so that’ll do it for this so-called entry.
I got up, sat around, watched a few episodes of Batman: Beyond from the Volume 2 DVD that I bought while I was back in Michigan, took a nap, got up, watched more B: B.
Seriously, that’s all I’ve done today.
I’ve been pretty wasteful with the time off this week, even more than usual. That’s mostly because I still have a boatload of vacation time. I’ve taken this Thursday off, then I work all next week, then I’m off for two weeks.
There is stuff I suppose I could be doing, but meh.
I have a picture I started on back in October, right before everything with my dad, that I’d like to finish before moving on to other projects, but I just don’t feel like working on it, so that means no other projects are getting worked on either.
Anyway, I need to make some decisions about dinner, and I don’t really have anything to write about at the moment, so that’ll do it for this so-called entry.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Just What Threshold Needs: More Finnish People Complaining About Stuff
Neil Gaiman had this posted over at his blog and I thought that it was only appropriate to do the same here.
Some of this seems to be Finland/Helsinki-specific, as Neil points out, but as he also points out, much of it is universal.
In any case, without further ado, here is the Helsinki Complaint Choir:
Some of this seems to be Finland/Helsinki-specific, as Neil points out, but as he also points out, much of it is universal.
In any case, without further ado, here is the Helsinki Complaint Choir:
Holy Crap
So Brian and I went to see Borat.
Holy crap.
For the most part it keeps you steadily chucking, with the occasional laugh really hard moments and a lot of “Oh my God, I can’t believe he just did that/got someone to say something like that” moments (such as getting the crowd to cheer – loudly and enthusiastically – at a rodeo when he says, in support of the war in Iraq, that he hopes that George W. Bush will drink the blood of every man, woman, and child in Iraq), and then in the middle there is a scene that very nearly makes you lose control of your bodily functions because you’re laughing so hard, and you’re laughing that hard not just because it’s funny (and it is funny) but also because laughter is the only defense you have against the sheer horrific nature of the scene and because there is no other way for your inability to believe that such a moment has been captured on film to manifest itself.
So like I said, holy crap.
I also have to say that it’s amazing that he doesn’t get his ass kicked more often than he does.
Some frat boys, who, among other things, stated that they believe that there should be slavery in the US, are suing Cohen (Borat) for making them look foolish in the film, but no one in the movie has any business (except maybe the owner of that antique store, though I’d guess that he’s been compensated) claiming to a be a victim. He didn’t make the people say the things they said, he just provided them the opportunity to say them.
After all, if you’re too stupid or blinded by some twisted notion of patriotism to realize that the foreign guy wearing an American flag shirt is getting you to cheer for genocide, or your too drunk to notice that you’re a privileged rich white kid complaining about how minorities have it better than you do as you and your friends idly cruise across the country in an expensive RV drinking yourself retarded, that’s your own damn fault.
So far it doesn’t look as though making the changes on my end had affected things on your end here, so that’s good, I guess.
The one problem I’ve had is that so far I’ve received the same e-mail from Blogger welcoming me to the new service 16 times.
Also, the plug-in for publishing directly from Word doesn’t seem to work anymore.
Oh well.
Holy crap.
For the most part it keeps you steadily chucking, with the occasional laugh really hard moments and a lot of “Oh my God, I can’t believe he just did that/got someone to say something like that” moments (such as getting the crowd to cheer – loudly and enthusiastically – at a rodeo when he says, in support of the war in Iraq, that he hopes that George W. Bush will drink the blood of every man, woman, and child in Iraq), and then in the middle there is a scene that very nearly makes you lose control of your bodily functions because you’re laughing so hard, and you’re laughing that hard not just because it’s funny (and it is funny) but also because laughter is the only defense you have against the sheer horrific nature of the scene and because there is no other way for your inability to believe that such a moment has been captured on film to manifest itself.
So like I said, holy crap.
I also have to say that it’s amazing that he doesn’t get his ass kicked more often than he does.
Some frat boys, who, among other things, stated that they believe that there should be slavery in the US, are suing Cohen (Borat) for making them look foolish in the film, but no one in the movie has any business (except maybe the owner of that antique store, though I’d guess that he’s been compensated) claiming to a be a victim. He didn’t make the people say the things they said, he just provided them the opportunity to say them.
After all, if you’re too stupid or blinded by some twisted notion of patriotism to realize that the foreign guy wearing an American flag shirt is getting you to cheer for genocide, or your too drunk to notice that you’re a privileged rich white kid complaining about how minorities have it better than you do as you and your friends idly cruise across the country in an expensive RV drinking yourself retarded, that’s your own damn fault.
So far it doesn’t look as though making the changes on my end had affected things on your end here, so that’s good, I guess.
The one problem I’ve had is that so far I’ve received the same e-mail from Blogger welcoming me to the new service 16 times.
Also, the plug-in for publishing directly from Word doesn’t seem to work anymore.
Oh well.
For Make Benefit Sense Of Humor
This morning shortly after I got out of the shower I heard my cell phone beep really loud like five times.
I picked it up to see what the deal was and noted that it said something about "call queued" and "Duddy," but couldn't figure out what it was trying to tell me.
It seemed as though Brian had tried to initiate a Direct Connect, but I wasn't sure what the deal was, so I ignored it, figuring that if it were important he'd get back to me.
I'd headed out to Super Target to pick up a few things and while I was there Brian called me to ask if I wanted to go see Borat today.
So that's where we'll be headed in a little under an hour.
I forgot to ask him if he'd tried to DC me earlier.
So it'll be off to see the movie film today.
I read online somewhere that Sacha Boren Cohen, the guy who plays Borat, got beaten up in New York while in character after trying to mess with the only person on the planet who hasn't seen the Borat movie media blitz.
Then again, maybe he got beaten up because the guy did recognize him. Hard to say.
I spent most of the day yesterday jumping between a marathon of Flip That House on TLC and various episodes of Sell This House/Move This House on A&E.
I was leaning more towards the A&E show, as it's hosted by this extremely hot and voluptuous woman named Tanya Memme.
All I can say is this: damn.
She even made the whole track suit thing look sexy.
(As an aside, as Scott has asked, what is with the whole track suit thing these days anyway? Especially the velour track suits. Suddenly people everywhere are dressing like the Six Million Dollar Man. You kind of expect to see them moving in slow motion with the sound effect thing.)
Watching the show kind of made me want to put my condo on the market just on the 0ff-chance that I might be able to call her in to come help me get it staged for sale.
Not Sure If You'll Notice Department:
After being pestered to do so pretty much every time I logged in to post an entry, I've moved Threshold over to Blogger's new beta version.
I don't know that it will make a difference to how things work for you, but I thought I should mention it just in case.
I picked it up to see what the deal was and noted that it said something about "call queued" and "Duddy," but couldn't figure out what it was trying to tell me.
It seemed as though Brian had tried to initiate a Direct Connect, but I wasn't sure what the deal was, so I ignored it, figuring that if it were important he'd get back to me.
I'd headed out to Super Target to pick up a few things and while I was there Brian called me to ask if I wanted to go see Borat today.
So that's where we'll be headed in a little under an hour.
I forgot to ask him if he'd tried to DC me earlier.
So it'll be off to see the movie film today.
I read online somewhere that Sacha Boren Cohen, the guy who plays Borat, got beaten up in New York while in character after trying to mess with the only person on the planet who hasn't seen the Borat movie media blitz.
Then again, maybe he got beaten up because the guy did recognize him. Hard to say.
I spent most of the day yesterday jumping between a marathon of Flip That House on TLC and various episodes of Sell This House/Move This House on A&E.
I was leaning more towards the A&E show, as it's hosted by this extremely hot and voluptuous woman named Tanya Memme.
All I can say is this: damn.
She even made the whole track suit thing look sexy.
(As an aside, as Scott has asked, what is with the whole track suit thing these days anyway? Especially the velour track suits. Suddenly people everywhere are dressing like the Six Million Dollar Man. You kind of expect to see them moving in slow motion with the sound effect thing.)
Watching the show kind of made me want to put my condo on the market just on the 0ff-chance that I might be able to call her in to come help me get it staged for sale.
Not Sure If You'll Notice Department:
After being pestered to do so pretty much every time I logged in to post an entry, I've moved Threshold over to Blogger's new beta version.
I don't know that it will make a difference to how things work for you, but I thought I should mention it just in case.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Sunday Is Gloomy
If you look outside my window, as is evidenced by the picture below, you will see the very definition of the word “gloomy.”
It’s a perfect day for sleeping in, lazing about, and just generally closing yourself off from the outside world.
Granted, most days are like that for me (typically minus the “sleeping in” part) regardless of their gloom index, but that’s not really the point.
Though I only got up about a half an hour later than usual today I did sort of sleep in if you consider that I went to bed very early last night.
I’d been pretty tired all day, as an accident on the toll road had made me get home a half an hour late, and when I did get home I stayed up and watched the episode of The Office that I’d recorded on Thursday night.
During that time the chick upstairs decided to step out for the evening, which of course set the dog to barking and whining for about an hour, which prevented me from getting to sleep, so I got up and watched the episode of My Name is Earl that had been on my hard drive along with The Office.
The end result of it all was that I got much less sleep than usual.
Not that sleep had been particularly restful over the previous nights.
Thursday morning just before I woke up I had a dream that I was back in Michigan just after my dad’s funeral and, randomly, my dad suddenly showed up still alive.
This naturally led to a lot of questions, but if it meant having him back we were willing to forego asking them.
Having to wake up from that made for a pretty lousy morning.
Friday morning I woke up about an hour early from a pretty terrifying dream in which I was watching a horror movie about a father looking for his missing daughter only to find her and discover that she had been transformed into something evil, then being devoured by her.
After waking up I was lying there in the dark for quite a while, unable to get back to sleep, but unwilling to open my eyes.
Today I woke from a dream in which I was watching a movie that can only be described as being a story based on the Spider-Man comics as adapted for airing on the Lifetime network.
I know, I don’t get it either.
On Thursday and Friday we received assurances from our boss and his boss that we will not be involved in the layoffs that are coming up in December.
Of course, who knows what will happen in January. Still, that was good to hear.
If I recall correctly, today is my friend Kevin’s birthday. If I don’t recall correctly, then yesterday was his birthday.
Either way, happy birthday Kevin.
Whichever day is Kevin’s birthday is also his cousin Joel’s birthday.
Throughout high school and for several years after, Joel was my best friend. Circumstances and his psycho bitch of a girlfriend/wife/ex-wife pretty much strained the relationship past the breaking point, and the post-divorce attempts at reconciliation were thwarted by him quickly finding another girlfriend and once again investing his entire being into that relationship to the exclusion of all others, coupled with distance, both physical and otherwise.
At this point, I don’t even recall the last time I had any contact with Joel. I don’t feel any particular animosity towards him or anything like that, but I also don’t feel any sort or real connection anymore (and I recognize that, if “blame” is to be portioned out, a lot of it can be served to me), and since I’m pretty sure he doesn’t read Threshold, there would be little point in sending out birthday greetings to him.
But I guess I’ll do it anyway.
Consider it done.
I don’t have any real plans for today. I’m all caught up on my recorded/downloaded TV watching. I don’t feel much like drawing or doing anything creative, and having finished Fragile Things a while back am out of new stuff to read.
Given the day’s oppressive air of gloom, going back to bed would seem ideal, but who wants to deal with the weird-ass dreams?
It’s a perfect day for sleeping in, lazing about, and just generally closing yourself off from the outside world.
Granted, most days are like that for me (typically minus the “sleeping in” part) regardless of their gloom index, but that’s not really the point.
Though I only got up about a half an hour later than usual today I did sort of sleep in if you consider that I went to bed very early last night.
I’d been pretty tired all day, as an accident on the toll road had made me get home a half an hour late, and when I did get home I stayed up and watched the episode of The Office that I’d recorded on Thursday night.
During that time the chick upstairs decided to step out for the evening, which of course set the dog to barking and whining for about an hour, which prevented me from getting to sleep, so I got up and watched the episode of My Name is Earl that had been on my hard drive along with The Office.
The end result of it all was that I got much less sleep than usual.
Not that sleep had been particularly restful over the previous nights.
Thursday morning just before I woke up I had a dream that I was back in Michigan just after my dad’s funeral and, randomly, my dad suddenly showed up still alive.
This naturally led to a lot of questions, but if it meant having him back we were willing to forego asking them.
Having to wake up from that made for a pretty lousy morning.
Friday morning I woke up about an hour early from a pretty terrifying dream in which I was watching a horror movie about a father looking for his missing daughter only to find her and discover that she had been transformed into something evil, then being devoured by her.
After waking up I was lying there in the dark for quite a while, unable to get back to sleep, but unwilling to open my eyes.
Today I woke from a dream in which I was watching a movie that can only be described as being a story based on the Spider-Man comics as adapted for airing on the Lifetime network.
I know, I don’t get it either.
On Thursday and Friday we received assurances from our boss and his boss that we will not be involved in the layoffs that are coming up in December.
Of course, who knows what will happen in January. Still, that was good to hear.
If I recall correctly, today is my friend Kevin’s birthday. If I don’t recall correctly, then yesterday was his birthday.
Either way, happy birthday Kevin.
Whichever day is Kevin’s birthday is also his cousin Joel’s birthday.
Throughout high school and for several years after, Joel was my best friend. Circumstances and his psycho bitch of a girlfriend/wife/ex-wife pretty much strained the relationship past the breaking point, and the post-divorce attempts at reconciliation were thwarted by him quickly finding another girlfriend and once again investing his entire being into that relationship to the exclusion of all others, coupled with distance, both physical and otherwise.
At this point, I don’t even recall the last time I had any contact with Joel. I don’t feel any particular animosity towards him or anything like that, but I also don’t feel any sort or real connection anymore (and I recognize that, if “blame” is to be portioned out, a lot of it can be served to me), and since I’m pretty sure he doesn’t read Threshold, there would be little point in sending out birthday greetings to him.
But I guess I’ll do it anyway.
Consider it done.
I don’t have any real plans for today. I’m all caught up on my recorded/downloaded TV watching. I don’t feel much like drawing or doing anything creative, and having finished Fragile Things a while back am out of new stuff to read.
Given the day’s oppressive air of gloom, going back to bed would seem ideal, but who wants to deal with the weird-ass dreams?
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