July 22nd, 2008

Emo Superman

My Day, So Far

Get up too damned early.
Get the boy up and get him dressed so we can be out the door on time.
Drive to the main office arriving by 7:30.  Plenty of time to break stuff with no one around.
Start breaking stuff.  Nothing is working.  Spend an hour doing same and finally determine that nothing I can do is going to fix the problem. 
Start thinking of work-arounds.  Discuss ideas with Front Desk assistant manager (they're the area most impacted by this weird little outage).
Notice my head is hurting.  Take an Imitrex.
Head to my office.  On the way, take a call from Bossman.  Inform him I couldn't fix it, and discuss workarounds some more.
Decide it's still early, so stop at Taco Cabana to pick up breakfast.
Get to office, discover that Taco Cabana got my order wrong on a nearly inedible level.
Take order back to Taco Cabana.  Get it fixed.
Traffic light controlling the one left turn I have to make to get back to the office is now out.  It was working ten minutes ago, but now it's stuck on red.  Eventually run the red to get back to work.
  • Current Mood
    cranky cranky

Dear Media

Texas is large.  Very large.  Seriously, you should look at a map sometime.

When I see a headline like "Texas Braces for Dolly", it makes me laugh, because to be fair, a tiny bit of Texas is getting ready for what MIGHT end up a Category 1 hurricane by the time it makes landfall.  The other 95% of the state is likely to be watering their yards and staying out of the heat as per usual for this time of year.

I know you need to make news stories and yes, a Cat 1 will likely bring some heavy rains and flooding in an area that doesn't need it, but in the grand scheme of things, this is a non-story.  In fact, if the expected landfall were say, forty miles further south, I doubt you'd be reporting it at all.

Just sayin'.
  • Current Mood
    amused amused

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Things have improved a bit.  I decided to go have crispy spicy asparagus for lunch, which necessitated a trip to Half-Price Books.  I couldn't figure out what I was in the mood for, but finally decided a James Ellroy paperback would do.  I got a copy of Clandestine (one of his early novels) for a couple of bucks, then discovered it was an autographed copy.  Groovy.

Of course, this means I'll be unable to use conjunctions while thinking, speaking, or writing for a few days.  That always seems to happen when I read Ellroy.