Thursday, July 16, 2009
Slave Labor
Yesterday I escaped my cubicle and sat in my car with the radio on to clear my head. I spent 30 minutes watching the men who are re-asphalting the parking lot at my office complex. While I was getting my jollies of watching semi-naked, very tan men, I started to think that their job must really suck.... its back breaking and thankless.
At the end of the day, there must be some gratification in looking at a completed job... but then they have the whole parking lot stretching out ahead of them which is a lot of work and once they are done, they will have to do it all again because the asphalt doesn't last. It occured to me that my job isn't that much different than an asphalt guy. I just do my job in the AC with more clothing on.
At the end of the day, there must be some gratification in looking at a completed job... but then they have the whole parking lot stretching out ahead of them which is a lot of work and once they are done, they will have to do it all again because the asphalt doesn't last. It occured to me that my job isn't that much different than an asphalt guy. I just do my job in the AC with more clothing on.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Hollywood Body Count is WAAAY Too Deep
I've been meaning to post for a few days now but I've been suffering from what may or may not be a slight case of swine flu... maybe like piglet flu. I don't know. I don't feel great, but I don't feel like I'm going to die or anything.
Before I'm accused of being dramatic on the swine flu tip... I hung out with some friends this weekend. Two of them came down with a raging case of confirmed flu - their doctor sent the test results to the CDC for review. The other two also became sick but are too lazy to go to the doctor and are feeling somewhat better anyway.
I was sure I was suffering from allergies - hay fever or rose fever (apparently rose fever is the midsummer version of hay fever. oddly enough, just like hay fever is not caused by hay but ragweed, rose fever is not caused by roses but grass pollen. who knew?). But a fever knocked me out Monday night - I actually contemplated climbing in the freezer case for a nap at a grocery store trip that had to be hastily aborted for obvious reasons. I started feeling marginally better Tues and a little better today... then I found out my friends had been sick as well.
So anyway, I was sad when David Carradine died. And I was rendered speechless last Thursday when I found out Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson were dead. (well, Ed McMahon too - I wasn't aware he had died until a few days later... I actually thought I'd heard he'd died a few months ago.) And then Sunday, I was knocked on my ass when I found out about Billy Mays. And now Karl Malden. Ok, Karl Malden was old as shit, but still... could his timing not have been worse?
I have a love/hate relationship with celebrities. My interest ranges from "who cares?" to mild admiration to utter digust. But its totally disturbing when a bunch of pretty high profile people buy the farm in a short period of time. So right now, while my health is a little sketchy, I'd like to implore Hollywood: take care of yourself, m'kay? Avoid air travel, eat your veg, take your vitamins, wear your helmet, lay off the drugs, pick a safe word for your weird sex games, and for goodness sakes don't make any deals with the devil!
Before I'm accused of being dramatic on the swine flu tip... I hung out with some friends this weekend. Two of them came down with a raging case of confirmed flu - their doctor sent the test results to the CDC for review. The other two also became sick but are too lazy to go to the doctor and are feeling somewhat better anyway.
I was sure I was suffering from allergies - hay fever or rose fever (apparently rose fever is the midsummer version of hay fever. oddly enough, just like hay fever is not caused by hay but ragweed, rose fever is not caused by roses but grass pollen. who knew?). But a fever knocked me out Monday night - I actually contemplated climbing in the freezer case for a nap at a grocery store trip that had to be hastily aborted for obvious reasons. I started feeling marginally better Tues and a little better today... then I found out my friends had been sick as well.
So anyway, I was sad when David Carradine died. And I was rendered speechless last Thursday when I found out Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson were dead. (well, Ed McMahon too - I wasn't aware he had died until a few days later... I actually thought I'd heard he'd died a few months ago.) And then Sunday, I was knocked on my ass when I found out about Billy Mays. And now Karl Malden. Ok, Karl Malden was old as shit, but still... could his timing not have been worse?
I have a love/hate relationship with celebrities. My interest ranges from "who cares?" to mild admiration to utter digust. But its totally disturbing when a bunch of pretty high profile people buy the farm in a short period of time. So right now, while my health is a little sketchy, I'd like to implore Hollywood: take care of yourself, m'kay? Avoid air travel, eat your veg, take your vitamins, wear your helmet, lay off the drugs, pick a safe word for your weird sex games, and for goodness sakes don't make any deals with the devil!
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