And since I am indeed manic today, here are some funnies. I have long intended to clean up my hard drive and copy my hee-yooooge “Blog” subdirectory to Gmail or portable storage, in the event the digital equivalent of Hurricane Katrina befell my machine. Well, while attempting to tackle that job this morning, I found some entertaining images I’d totally forgotten about over the months/years. I will share them with you this day.
And now it’s off to my Monday…putting the Thriller to work in my classroom. (I’ll bet he’s excited about that.)
J’ever wonder why certain things bother some people, but not others? Is it that we’re all just charming little flavors of OCD, simply varying in subject and severity?
This morning, while doing the obligatory phrase search (to avoid title clash; 518 posts in only 17 categories can stretch the originality a bit), I found a rant I posted three months ago. I laughed — did I really write all that craziness? A friend told me several weeks ago that he’d gone through RtB in its entirety over an extended period, and read every post. I’m not sure I’d want to do that myself, for fear of editing every post. Anyway.
It made me think about how different we all are, and in the funniest ways. For instance, waiting at a railroad crossing — even when I’m in a hurry — doesn’t bug me. Yet, I know people who will rant at the train as if the conductor planned to intersect their path at that particular moment. The Thriller doesn’t mind cruising in the left lane on the interstate, but it makes me want to squirm right out the window (he knows this, and, I’m convinced, derives some small-but-evil pleasure out of doing it on purpose).
So, what niggling issues (I love the word niggling) make you squirm? You know a lot of mine; let’s hear some-a yurrin. Still, I am beholden to my fiends to insert my list forthwith, though few will surprise:
Things That Bug Me
Posters or TV commercial graphics that say there are “1000’s of items” available. “One thousands” of items? And worse, “One thousand–apostrophe–s” of items? Yark.
Inserting the infuriating “and” when talking of numbers and dates. What year is it? Why, it’s two thousand and nine. NO, it isn’t. It’s two thousand nine. Say it. 2009. Two. Thousand. Nine. What, Americans can’t comprehend a complex number so we need to break it up into smaller chunks by saying and? Then there’s money. The dress was two hundred and fifty dollars. NO….it was two hundred fiftydollars.I swear we are the only culture on the planet that does this annoying thing. Some folks don’t care about it at all, but to me, it’s like chewin’ foil.
Unrinsed dishes in the sink. Arrrrrg! OCD! OCD! (Fortunately, that doesn’t happen at my house.)
People crying, “OCD! OCD!” at every little stupid thing, like putting dishes in the sink.
“All the sudden.” I mean it. Next puppy that crosses my path gets it.
Touching wood that is wet, like washing a wood-handled knife. Sets my choppers right on edge.
Always, always, always, always reaching into the wrong pocket.
Tripping over shoes left on the floor. (And they’re always mine.)
Calling the tech support line for a huge corporation and hearing, “our office is now closed…”
So share. Maybe I’ll discover other things that, if they don’t bug me now, will potentially bug me in the future because you implanted the suggestion.
Snark Fink
EDIT 10:04 a.m….
This is the coolest and most creative thing I have ever seen on YouTube.
Blah. Hate the cold and rain in August. But hey, it’ll beat the heck out of 93 and humid tomorrow. And speaking of beating…why is it that the Tribe waits until it doesn’t matter anymore to start winning games?
Had another sleepover with Jakey last night. We played and wore each other out. Keeps me young. And don’t you know, I looked all over town for a simple oversized bat, ball and free-standing tee this morning (the Indians need a lot of help so I thought I’d start batting practice early), and nobody had one. Off to Mansfield.
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As many of you know, I had a test at the hospital (all results normal, yay), and they shot me full of iodine to light up my innards. Well of course, as has been the case in the dozens of surgeries I’ve had over the years, they couldn’t find a vein in one arm after digging around a while, so they abandoned that effort and tried the other arm. Lovely. I am grossed out daily. Jake pointed at my arms this morning and said, “Uh-oh.” Indeed.
So what’s everyone up to this weekend? Playing around? Traveling? Knitting one’s dog or cat hair into a scarf? Share.
It’s Finkday already. ¡No lo creo! Time’s flying by (and getting tougher than tough…). School year weeks never go this fast, ya know? Anyway, let the flipouts begin.
I laid some “haven’t” science on myself this morning:
Haven’t updated choir tour accounts and details yet.
Haven’t given a single thought to the upcoming Joomla training session, or the wholesale changes that come afterward.
Haven’t done *any* score study or choreography or transpositions for Bye Bye Birdie. Nice.
Haven’t any players for the orchestra yet; don’t even know what kind of pit I want.
Haven’t yet bought the eleventy-thousand-dollar textbook I need for the last class I will ever take in my lifetime.
Haven’t begged the Thriller to get the garden roto-tilled.
Haven’t cleaned those last two closets.
Haven’t seen this much fur come off a dog in one brushing session, ever. Could have made a small sheep out of it. The photos don’t do it justice, honestly; it was all over the yard, just flyin like an eagle till it was free.
However, I also….
Haven’t had this much fun in one summer (with one bad spell, albeit brief) in forever.
Haven’t enjoyed my family and friends this much in a long time.
Haven’t “grown” as much professionally in the last five years as I have over the last few months.
Hmm. Does this have anything to do with turning forty in a couple-a weeks? Not sure I can take all this self-realization and huggery. Cloying.
All right, off to the showers. Meeting my good fiend Stoney at 10:00 for our annual cutting-the-score-to-ribbons session. Me likey.
Bet some of you never thought you’d see the day. Actually, I must say that Macs have come a long way since the old days. I have to admit that this machine feels and acts a lot like a Windows computer. Right or wrong, that’s how it feels to me. It’s all good, though.
Now I have to get Boom Boom up here to do his mammoth Logic Studio training session (and believe me, it will be mammoth). Willie boy, there’s a whole lotta chocolate and vino coming your way as gifts!
Still, I love me some XP at home (and I also got a new PC desktop at school), so you could say that I’m playin’ for both teams. Heh.
Speaking of teams, the Tribe won one last night. I also got all the high school choir music ordered, survived a nasty hospital test (no worries, all is well), and got some other issues straightened out. Things’re lookin’ up, fiends. Things’re lookin’ up.
J’ever wonder why certain things bother some people, but not others? Is it that we’re all just charming little flavors of OCD, simply varying in subject and severity?
It’s Finkday already. ¡No lo creo! Time’s flying by (and getting tougher than tough…). School year weeks never go this fast, ya know? Anyway, let the flipouts begin.
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