The Blahs Before the Panic

Awesome picture from Damaris B. Sarria's blog.

Just mulling around the house right now, not doing much of anything except blog writing, which my loved ones know is my learned response to having too much to do. These things will build up then BANG! I will work like a Republican stealing money from the church till five minutes before Mass starts. Along the way, I will do my best to make everyone on the planet feel my misery (except for the one billions citizens of the Chinese mainland, who have yet to give a rat's ass about me) and I will consume copious amounts of caffeine to make up for the late nights working on things I could have been working on while the sun was shining. I'm already feeling the tentacles of cold panic creep into my stomach which can only be purged through hard work and/or a death ride on Dollar. Not too hard to guess what I'd rather do. Writing all this allows me to flush the stuff through and organize it a little in my walnut-sized brain.

Took the 2.2 up Fifth Street after work and had a dinner of fruit and yogurt and low-fat chocolate ice cream. My aura feels much cleaner when compared the eggs and bacon I had for breakfast, but not nearly as yummy as I felt when Liz dropped off a small garlic chicken pizza for lunch. Not the healthiest of choices, but sometimes one must live to eat instead of eat to live. (You have to say that last sentence in snobbish tone of voice.)

I bought a new web domain because I've always felt a little guilty about using an .org, which is supposedly reserved for charitable and non-nonprofit organizations, though the violators of the rules are many (well, many minus one now). In the near future, look for me at www.bbkld.com.

How did I live without DSL and ITunes?

The Bob Moore Automotive Group of Oklahoma City owns the bobmoore.com domain, plus bobmoore.net. I sent Mr. Moore an email asking if he'd like bobmoore.org when I drop it in exchange for a small donation to a local elementary school (the email is at the new site). I suspect the response will be (1) silence, or (2) "We already support a gazillion charities." They will then wait a short time for the domain to become free, then pick it up off the free market at practically no cost. Oh well. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

A shout-out to my saintly Aunt Lillian Musclebound Fruitbat who is going through some personal stress with other loved ones in the family. Aunt Lilly: I said it privately and I repeat it publicly: you're right and sometimes being right sucks. Stay the course and be strong.

Eldest got a call for a job interview. Excellent. Middle is nearly set for the fall semester, which began today ... Friday ... WNCC is so weird. (Prison classes start two weeks late. OMG, that's two weeks from today. (must type faster)) Youngest is taking a P.E. class where she'll be assisting physically challenged kids, and she starts her WNCC construction class next week. Wow.

Saturday is Organize My Brain Day, in which I'll be living in front of the keyboard and preparing for the semester. I repeat this here because I know I will wake up tomorrow and want to do absolutely anything else other that be the responsible adult. I will be strong. I will do what's right. I wonder who the Cubs and A's are playing. Is that Dollar calling me to go outside and play?

Parents in Kansas: Beware The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. It could soon be a part of your child's K-12 curriculum.

Sunday is Drag Boxes and Bins to Lynne Street Day. Yuck. Forgot to call for the furniture pick-up. Dang!

Somebody started "The Worst Joke Ever" thread over at the Bicycle Forums, and some are bad enough to make your toes curl the other direction. Most run along the 'tasteless' vein, but this one is cute:

A stranger rides into a western town and notes people gathered around the town's gallows, anticipating a hanging. The stranger rides up to a townperson and inquires who is getting hung that day, and the townperson replies, "Oh, they're hanging Brown Paper Joe today." "Brown Paper Joe?" asks the stranger. "Why in the world do they call him Brown Paper Joe?" The townperson replies, "Well, 'cause he wears brown paper shoes and brown paper hats; sometimes he even wears brown paper shirts and chaps -- that's why they call him Brown Paper Joe." The stranger then inquires why Brown Paper Joe is being hung, and the townperson replies: "'Cause he was rustlin'."

I didn't say it was good.

"Beloit College releases the Beloit College Mindset List, which offers a world view of today's entering college students. It is the creation of Beloit's Keefer Professor of the Humanities Tom McBride and Director of Public Affairs Ron Nief." The list which makes many of us feel instantly old can be found here. It's only a matter of time before we read how "Frank Sinatra was always the Voice of Tampax" or something equally cruel.

The Internet is evil and takes me away from the responsible things I should do. Yeah. It's the Internet's fault. Right.