Psh.

Every year, I say, “Never in my wildest imagination did I ever picture myself doing anything like this for ____  years.” Yet, here I am, and here you are (thankfully).

Again, with a humble heart I thank all my fiends who read and/or comment here regularly, or who occasionally stop by to see if I’ve had a cogent thought overnight. Thank you for sticking with me for the good, the bad, and the badder, and for laughing and suffering with me through ridiculous posts in various categories:

• Rants (36)
• Entertainment (116)
• Movie/TV Reviews (38)
• Bizarre (61)
• History (51)
• Boot to the Head (29)
• Schmenglish (23)
• Sports (42)
• School (84)
• Random Neuron Firings (870)

…and I heart you for it. Your comments entertain, sustain and inspire me.  Keep them coming! Happity birfday to me; bring on Year Six.

Yeah, I just made that up. But it’s 6:58 on my day off, and already I’m having to make more room for new stuff in my head. Where’s the fun in THAT?

What’s so important to think about this day? Oh, lots of things. There are many irons in the fire. Another book in the works? How silly. My future as a disposable academic? Yikes — although I’m glad to have settled for the second masters degree instead of toiling endlessly for years after completing the doctoral coursework to do the exams and the whole insane dissertation process, only to find that A) I wouldn’t make much more than someone with a masters, and B) I’d missed my grandsons’ formative years.

Then there’s the uncertainty with statewide budget cuts in education. Whose job is safe outside the core curriculum (math, science, English, social studies)?

Will the world hire the Thriller after all his hard work at seminary? I know it’s against the law to discriminate on the basis of age, but you know and I know that it happens all the time, often masquerading as something else.

But now, to the truly important part: I must watch the season finale of Downton Abbey that I recorded last night before I check Facebook and have the entire ending spoiled.

So much to think about, so little to do. Wait, stop. Reverse that. Wait. Nevermind.

Happy Presidents Day! Hope you have the day off to enjoy a little re-energizing.

FO

Hey, it’s been a few days since I was able to speak to you. Did you miss me? All 100 of you?

It’s been a weird week, fiends. And not all “bad” weird, either.

• The first — and most thumbs-up — of the strangeness is that our Joseph cast members are starting to really nail some production numbers (and in this show, with not a single spoken line, it’s pretty much all production numbers). It’s early days, rehearsal-run-wise, so that’s weird in a really good way.
• There’s been some bad weird, too. Lots of changes at school. Lots of changes. Lots of. Lots.
• I’m finally biting the bullet and doing the work to join Tutor.com and Elance.com. Need some extra bones to feed the savings account. We shall see.
• Fun weekend — we have the Js coming for an overnighter tonight, and we’re hosting the inimitable Drago for the weekend as well, while Kay and Bob are out of town. We like it, but Rousseau is decidedly unamused.
• I ran across my Facebook history, which I’d downloaded about a year ago. Rat Fink, Rat Fink. What a donkey. Some of the things I say in public…

What’s up for you this holiday weekend? I hope everyone is relaxing, and that you’re not reading this anytime soon after I posted it. (6:15 a.m. on a Saturday — whaaat?)

FO