“We should make a habit of this…”
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head
That didn’t hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast
Was so good I had another
For dessert…
(Respectfully borrowed from Kris Kristofferson.)
Much like the song, Sunday morning was a little rough. I’d fished out a Wild Cherry Pepsi, then remembered I had two bottles of Obsidian Stout hidden in the crisper. Maybe they (along with the remaining inch of gin in the bottle) would put to death this roaring headache. I pried the beer cap off with a Buck knife, poured a shot, and as I finished my first recovery dose, the phone rang.
With Love from the Heart of my Bottom
I was raised not to put much stock in material possessions. ‘Keeping up with the Joneses’, my parents called it. While I never really strove to slaughter the golden calf, I held on to what I had and took care of it. The theory being that if you maintained and didn’t abuse things, they would last forever.
My dad was a master at this. I have his harmonicas. I have his hammer from two centuries ago. (Late 1800s for you sticklers.) The razor I use is a Gillette from 1973 or so. I have a Wile E. Coyote figurine from Eastmoreland Hospital, circa 1968. (His tail is gone, but look what he’s been through!) I think you get the idea: It may not be much, but it’s mine, and I have grown attached to it.
Saturday I was given something I’ll keep forever.
Stirring the Pot
The store I usually work at has been under reconstruction for the past two weeks. Today it reopens, but I won’t be there. (I might do a walk-by.) I’m scheduled to work on the waterfront. I think the shake-up has been good for me.
“Strangest damn things! They’re man-made…”
A show of hands please: How many of you have seen the movie Eraserhead? David Lynch’s first movie release, it is best described as a bad dream caught on film. I saw it during its first run in Portland, back in 1978 or so. Being a champion of all things weird, I had to drag my friends to see it at the midnight movies. The ex-wife and I watched it, tripping on acid, shortly after the birth of our daughter. (Perhaps not the best choice for a new mother…) While it may not be the favorite of my friends, it is often referenced. It’s the kind of movie that sticks with you.
Last night, I had one of the cast members for dinner… Read the rest of this entry »
Screw you, Barbie
I just saw on the news that young girls who want to play Barbie online have to pay a subscription fee. WTF?
You can play Barbie online?
Whatever happened to the imagination version of Barbie? Wish I had a dollar for every Barbie I’d come across in my lifetime, the ones with no clothes and the Wendy O. Williams haircuts. Nowadays the Barbies just stay in the box, and you have to cough up cash to play on the computer. I guess it saves plastic. How’s that for an Earth Day tip?
Yesterday I played with a living doll.
Shout at the Devil! HE CAN’T HEAR YOU!
Are you old enough to remember Spinal Tap?
I mean, when they first came out, back in the ’80s when hair bands were big and getting bigger. I saw a review on Siskel & Ebert (remember them?) and had to go. Being a big fan of all the bands with color in their name, (Black, Blue, Pink etc…) it tickled a nerve, so I took my sister, then my ex, then all of my friends. I picked out parody anew with each viewing, and the music was good enough that I bought the soundtrack.
I’ve only known of two people who didn’t find Spinal Tap funny. My brother-in-law and Ozzy Osbourne, and both for the same reason. “Have you ever been around musicians? That’s how they really are!”
Um, Don’t Forget Your Head…
A head without a body. Not something you see in your average quickie-mart. But then, Master P’s stores are anything but average.
I saw it, two nights in a row.
Feeling Each Other Out
No, not more of yesterday’s maudlin girly lovey-dovey stuff. (And no, I didn’t get lucky, either.) This is all about the workplace.
I’ve been at my current place of employment for nearly three years. (Next month to be exact.) After a year of bopping about, I landed a steady slot at one particular store, the best one can do at Master P’s without a management title, being on salary and selling ones soul. I dug a comfortable rut, and have been happy to wallow in it. Read the rest of this entry »
Too sappy even for Oprah…
I woke to an interesting earworm this morning; the Violent Femmes’ Blister in the Sun. No idea where this came from. It certainly isn’t the weather.
The gloom outside has been matching the inside lately. I’ve been dealing with love issues, which are much more fun in the beginning than at the end. Despite ongoing denial, I have to accept that things come to an end, and I must learn to move on.
“Closing time…
…You don’t have to go home,
But you can’t stay here…”
Changes are afoot at my work. Times have been good for Master P. Upgrades and expansion are now in the works. Expansion? The worst-kept secret around the workplace is the new store. No official announcement has been made, but the boss has confided to most of us that there will be a fourth location up and running by mid-June.
My hanging spot for the last two years? It’s undergoing a major rip and tear, being gutted ceiling to floor. There will be new slate floors, proper insulation, a new “paper ceiling” that will easily accomodate advertising, a new layout for the floor plan. Sounds nice, but WTF am I supposed to do for the two weeks (optimistic) it will take?
I get to move around!
