I didn’t do much for the first part of the day, which is hardly surprising, I guess.
In the afternoon, though, I had an appointment with the chiropractor (my last, as he’s not in my insurance’s network and I’ve used up the visits I pre-paid for using the last of my Flex money last year), and about an hour after that was over I had a meeting for work.
The meeting annoyed me, as it was at 3 and was set to last until 5, which meant that I’d have to deal with rush hour traffic to get home.
The other problem was that it was a bit before 2 when I got out of the chiropractor.
With traffic, it would take around 25 minutes to get from Leesburg to Reston, which is where the meeting was, which meant that it was kind of pointless to go home. I mean, what was I going to do for a half an hour?
Of course, the same question could be asked if I was out in the world.
Unable to answer it, I chose to just try to take my time getting to Reston.
It didn’t work; I arrived at around 2:35.
By taking my time moving around through the building (hitting the bathroom, taking a circuitous route, stopping at a vending machine), I managed to arrive at the conference room where the meeting was going to be held sometime around 2:47.
Finding it empty, I took a seat, ate the cookies I’d bought, and read an e-book on my PDA.
Eventually people started arriving and it was a matter of waiting for the people who were giving the presentation to arrive from HQ.
When they finally did, I have to say that I was surprised.
As I’ve mentioned before, with only a couple of notable exceptions, I don’t really go for tall women too much.
The reason is pretty obvious and straightforward; I’m not especially tall. I just think that paired with a tall woman I would look ridiculous, and I can’t help but assume that a tall woman would feel the same way about the notion of being paired with me, though in general I tend to assume that every woman, tall or otherwise, would find the notion of being paired with me ridiculous (Or is that revolting? It’s definitely a word that starts with R.), but I just think that in this particular case there’s an additional obstacle beyond my standard defects.
In any case, the person leading the meeting was a very tall (well over 6’), very attractive young woman, an attractive woman who had that indefinable something that makes me take a little more notice and which generates a little more interest from me than most tall woman do.
Just so we’re clear, I’m not saying that I don’t find woman who are tall attractive, I’m just saying that in general…well, I don’t know what I’m saying, exactly.
Whatever I am saying, in this case I found myself quite taken with this particular tall woman, and so I paid little attention to what was actually going on at the meeting, being far too busy looking at her (and thinking about the lack of a ring I had noticed during my initial ring check).
Oh well.
The drive home was pretty irritating, though made slightly less so by the fact that I took the Greenway home, which sped things up a little thanks to the higher speed limit, lack of stop lights, and lighter traffic.
Of course, the lighter traffic is the result of the fact that it costs over $3 to drive on the Greenway.
I usually only take the Greenway on Thursdays and Friday nights because of the cost, but apparently I’ve been using it a lot more than that lately as my checking account just got hit up for $35 to replenish my Smart Tag after today’s trip. Usually I can go about two months before needing to replenish it, but this time I only got 20 days out of the last $35.
I Need To Watch More Commercial-Free Television Department:
TV commercials bother me in general, but there have been a few that have really been getting on my nerves lately.
First up is that creepy Orville Redenbacher commercial. Who thought that was a good idea? It doesn’t make me want to buy popcorn, it makes me want to stock up on Holy Water.
And somehow putting the iPod on him in some desperate attempt to make it seem hip and current just makes it that much creepier.
All I can say is that there better not be any Wendy’s commercials featuring the reanimated corpse of Dave Thomas.
The other commercial, or rather, series of commercials, that bug me are the ones for either DirecTV or Dish Network (I forget which), in which we see some hapless loser engaging in some sort of misguided construction project while his wife and some friend of hers look on. The friend asks what the husband is doing, and the wife says, “He’s building his own comedy club,” or whatever, which prompts the friend to tell the wife how the Starz Comedy channel, obtained via satellite, can meet all of their comedy needs.
We’re given the number to call, and then something “funny” happens to the loser husband and the friend makes some sort of disparaging comment about him which points out what a loser he is.
Okay, here’s the thing that bugs me about the commercial. When finding out what kind of retarded project the husband is working on, the friend always brings up the relevant Starz channel by prefacing it with the question, “Doesn’t he know that he can get…?”
Here’s the thing: no, he doesn’t know because you two bitches are too busy belittling him and pointing out what an idiot he is to get around to fucking tell him.
I mean, the “friend” is the fucking Starz evangelist. Why can’t she haul her ass over and tell him about it? It’s obvious that telling the wife about it isn’t doing any good.
And finally, the other one that gets on my nerves is the PSP ad featuring the girl leaving a memory stick and a note saying “Come find me” on the sleeping form of some guy before slipping out the door. After waking (and most likely baking), said guy uses his PSP to watch video footage of the girl on the memory stick in order to track her down.
Here’s the thing. This is obviously the morning after a late-night hook up. Most guys in the demographic these young lovers belong to are unlikely to even bother calling the girl or sending her a text message after a one-night stand, let alone go on a damn treasure hunt to track her down. Having already had the treasure, why go out looking for it?
He’s more likely to use the memory stick to figure out where she’ll be so that he can avoid her.
Here’s a tip, honey. Despite whatever romantic notions might pop into your head in the post-coital afterglow of a drunken hook-up, your best bet is to head down to the free clinic for a shot of penicillin and a morning after pill; don’t waste time trying to be cute and quirky in the hopes that your two-pump chump will turn into Prince Charming and go on a quest to find you.
And you’d be better served using that memory stick and your PSP to listen to the Liz Phair song Fuck and Run, which will hopefully help you realize how hollow and meaningless it is to spread your legs for every guy who slips you a tab of Ecstasy.
Anyway, none of that is what really bugs me.
What bugs me is the once scene in which our modern day Romeo is searching for his skanky Juliet and runs past some other slacker playing a game on a PSP. The slacker playing on the PSP looks up and watches Romeo with an expression of total shock and dismay. Apparently seeing someone run past is the most startling thing he’s ever seen is his life.
Then again, given that this kid can’t venture out into the world without being immersed in a virtual world, I suppose that the notion of actual physical activity would be pretty shocking.
In any case, not much is new or interesting in my world, virtually or actually, so I guess that’s more than enough for one entry.
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