I turned the heat back on. It got too cold to live. I am still trying, very unsuccessfully, to use echolocation. I also keep imagining worms eating my brains. Damn Night Gallery.
I am slowly trying to get myself on track… laundry done, paperwork filed, invoices sent, etc… I behaved rather odiously the other day and I feel really terrible about it. Honestly, it probably wasn’t all that bad but I still feel terrible. How the heck do Star Jones and Dionne Warwick live with themselves after a day of filming The Apprentice? Holy cow have you seen it? I swear that before the season is over, Dionne is going to cut someone… some HUSSY!
And I can’t stop watching Bob’s Burgers. Last night’s episode was awesome. Lin’s artist sister came to visit, bringing with her a slew of paintings of animal arschlochs that Bob was forced to hang in the diner. Seeing the archloch paintings, I was reminded of a story I was once told about these kids back in the 40’s that would capture cats and paint a red circle around their arschloch with their moms’ lipsticks. They called the painted kitties, Wampus Cats. Weird, huh? I can find no corroborating evidence of this on Google so who knows.
I can’t wait until next week. Each week they raise the stakes higher and I really can’t imagine where they will go after animal archlochs.
Today is the first day of Spring. I wrote that on Facebook this morning and someone said, “YESTERDAY was the first day of Spring, I know because Rita’s was giving out free water ice!” The anger that rushed through my body as I read that comment was intense. I wanted to kick her ass almost as bad as I wanted to kick her ass back when we were in high school together. Funny how things don’t change. Regardless, I am looking forward to warm weather and I think I am going to call my exterminator to come out and lay down a perimeter of death for any ant that tries to get close.

I became aware of the Marie Winn book “The Plug-In Drug” about 12 years ago, and since that time I’ve cut back on my TV viewing by over 90%. I purchased my
last TV 13 years ago. No more.
http://www.turnoffyourtv.com/turnoffweek/TV.turnoff.week.html
I rarely watch tv. I sometimes catch Burn Notice. I sometimes catch the first 1/2 of SNL.. I sometimes catch Celebrity Apprentice. I am making a concerted effort to watch Bob’s Burgers.
I come from a long line of video addicts, and as a recovering addict I feel entitled, at least momentarily, to inflict my viewpoint on other people.
But what do you think about this issue which hits home for a lot of people:
http://www.forbes.com/2007/08/21/talbot-singles-discrimination-forbeslife-singles07_cx_lt_0821talbot.html
I relate. Definitely. It’s getting a bit worse as I get older. Every conversation seems to quickly spiral down to, “So you getting married yet?” And I have no doubt being married has endless perks but that part doesn’t bother me so much. I just hate how I am viewed as being damaged… like I somehow got stuck in what should have been a transitional stage. And, I am sure they are totally right but can’t they just be nice and not mention it?
There are a lot of single adults in my family, so that’s the default setting for me. Marriage hasn’t been an beneficial institution for many people I’ve known. I have a problem with religious people who treat single adults as if they’re second class citizens, as if church should be nothing more than perpetual marriage counseling. I think that’s one reason why religion has fallen out of favor with a lot of people, especially the younger crowd. This is sorta ironic considering that the singleton status was once viewed favorably by early apostles….
(just some ammunition for you in case someone nags you):
http://www.biblebb.com/files/MAC/1831.htm
Being married has endless perks? Remember that when you and pukey bear are ready to gut each other over something like a grocery list omission. Remember…when you get into a knock- down- drag- out with your spouse, you can’t just get frustrated and go home. YOU ARE HOME!
Beware the Brides of March. Et tu, Gomer?
I plead the fifth.
I thought you drank a fifth,
Boys boys boys!