Category Archives: Random Neuron Firings

Sturm und drang, but also joy

I do miss Finkville lately. If my life weren’t such a crazy hash, things would be smoother. But it’s all good. Rehearsals are going pretty well, and my class…well, it’s my class. Only bad thing is that I’m not seeing Jake and Justin as much as I’d like. Patience, Finkleman. Patience. First of December will be here soon.

But I have good wishes to give out this morning, so join me, yes?

  1. The Thriller has his last major orientation today, before starting his first official seminary class next week. And all the people said…
  2. RtB fiend Bando has another bun in the oven! She’s due this winter. How fantastic is this??
  3. Yay for PK, who just paid off her gargantuan sewing apparatus.
  4. Congrats to Schmink/Old Man Bones who just moved to NYC. Knock ’em dead; keep us posted.
  5. Wishing a good return trip home for BoomR, who’s in Irvine, CA, becoming the nation’s most awesomely awesome wizard on the Flip Video device.
  6. Thumbs-up to D (a silent Finkville citizen), who just bought a 2010 Mustang. (Sorry, David, but it’s tres cool)

Any other great news to share? Let fly.

Weekend’s almost here!

Coffee, shower and (Fink) out.

Monday morning funnies

Remember the “funny papers?” Dad used to go out early on Sunday mornings, sometimes returning with “Bismarcks” from the bakery, but always with a copy of the Sunday Tribune, which always had an extra-large comics section that I’d scan, until Mother would utter the dreaded phrase, “Come on, girls. Time to get ready for church.” No more lazy.

Anyway, these are as good as funny papers. From Reuters:

1. Some honked-off customer is suing Bank of America for 1,784 billion, trillion dollars. Awesome.

2. PROM DRESS!

And from random page openings in Schott’s Miscellany (thank you Helen and Lars!):

1. Research from Yale University and the University of California found that those whose first names began with a C or D earned lower grades than those whose names began with an A or B. (The E-Z people got no mention.)

2. “Stars Fell On.” <– that’s what’s written on Alabama’s license plates.

3. State with the most cars per capita: Iowa.

4. According to a 2006 Harrah’s report, the most popular Las Vegas casino game is video poker, with a 74% ranking.

And now, my fiends, I must fly. My day’s over at 8:30 tonight. Yay! (I think)

FO

So much hatred…

…so little time.

I hate:

  • oversleeping — like this morning, especially when I had a late rehearsal last night
  • the groggy, sick feeling from oversleeping
  • not being able to enjoy my quiet time in the morning — blast it all
  • trolls
  • having poor eyesight, but lacking the guts to have the surgery that would fix it
  • getting ready in the mornings
  • feeling behind the 8-ball

However…

  • it’s almost Finkday
  • the Thriller and I are going to Jakey’s birthday party on Saturday (can’t wait to give him this and the baseball and bat), then to the movies to see The Informant
  • I have all day Sunday to finish a paper
  • my choir tour itinerary is in place and looks great, and everyone has paid his/her deposit
  • the numbers we rehearsed last night are looking good
  • I think I’ve decided on next year’s musical, but I’m not telling anyone

I always like the “however” parts after a particularly negative post. Indeed, I think it’s the howevers of life that get you through it, you know?

I really gotta git. Almost to the weekend…

FO

Various & Sundry XIX

  1. I am going to buy this. The man lived an amazing life; I’m interested in what his take on it will be. I’m also partial to bios. Right now, I’m reading Don’t Mind if I Do, by George Hamilton. Great stuff — entertaining and light, very much unlike Lennon: The Life, which took me all summer to get through.
  2. Don’t hassle the Hoff. I’m glad he’s all right.
  3. You could waste an awful lot of time playing with Google’s Easter eggs. Not that I’d know.
  4. I’ve gotten some feedback: Beatles Rockband is fantastic. I simply must have it.
  5. I watched the premiere of Heroes last night. Man, I gotta catch up on stuff. I’m completely lost.
  6. I have asked this question many times.

I wonder about many more things this day, but alas, I’m out of time. Feel free to add to my list from your own brain.

FO

Spill it.

Don’t be shy. We all have confessions to make. I don’t mean the kind that might get you into trouble, or cause undue embarrassment — feel free to keep those secret — but rather, the silly type, whereby people might question your judgment and taste, but not your mental stability. Heh.

I’ll start. You continue, k? One or two will be fine; y’all don’t have to appear as messed up as myself…

  1. I just don’t think Jerry Seinfeld is funny. (Sorry Stoney & Wendell.) The whiny, semi-loser, smirking Jewish guy with the expressionless eyes just doesn’t do it for me, as it apparently did for millions of others.
  2. I love the song “Stacy’s Mom” by Fountains of Wayne. I play it in the truck all the time, volume on 28.
  3. When I was little, I had a nightmare in which Abraham Lincoln was under my bed, and he grabbed my ankles. The horror has never left me. As a result (every night since 1968), I yank my feet up into my bed as fast as I can.
  4. I refuse to open a public door without grabbing my shirt or sweater sleeve and covering my hand with it so I don’t have to touch the handle or knob. When I am in short sleeves, I have been known to stand there, trying to figure out an alternate plan, or trying to jimmy it open without the use of any fingers. I look ridiculous.
  5. There are certain words I cannot bear to hear or say. I’m like the Knights who say “Ni.”

So yeah. Spill it. What makes you certifiable? I covet your responses. #6: I love to say that I “covet” this or that. I love the word; it has a nice mouth feel.

Fink out (of her mind, I know).