28 July
On Monday, one of the moving men promised The Raccoon that he would move our printer yesterday.
Yesterday we found out that the moving men wouldn't be back until next week, so the printer will be moved then. Because of course no-one but an official moving man has the expertise to move our printer. Years of study are apparently required to hump a printer from one building to another.
I'd move the fucking thing myself if it wasn't as big as a minivan.
Of course, we did a check run yesterday, and of course the checks jammed in the printer, involving several trips and hours of wasted time.
I did discover a shorter route from one building to another besides going down to the fifth floor, walking allllllll the way across, then going back up to 6, though. There is a burrow from the sixth floor to the sixth floor, but it's through the server room and no-one but Systems people are supposed to go through.
No-one but Systems people and people who sweet-talk Systems people, that is. Although I leaned more towards whining and bullying and less towards sweet-talk:
"Ray, the only reason I have to go back and forth is because you forgot to move my printer--I wouldn't need for you to let me through if you weren't such a lying sack of shit!"
Don't knock it, it worked!
No rehearsal last night, because Cynthia and Fran went to see Paul Simon and Bob Dylan at the Garden. They went to see the legends, I broiled in the house and watched their children. Somehow, this doesn't seem like a fair trade!
Actually, the kids were really easy. We watched the worst Pooh video known to man, Pooh's Sing Along thingy whatever, which is just so appallingly bad that I was ready to thrown myself out the window.
I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong, but then I realized that John Fiedler wasn't playing Piglet--instead it was an inferior John Fiedler impersonator (I wonder how good a living you can make as John Fiedler Mark II?) and for some unknown reason, Christopher Robin sounded suspiciously like a 40 year old woman.
And I don't mean that a 40 year old woman played him, necessarily, but that whomever did play him decided that 40 year old woman was the way to go, voice-wise.
Anyway, the whole thing is best forgotten, so I whisked Molly to bed and read her two stories as Bonnie wandered around, talking up a storm.
The thing with Bonnie is that she only knows a couple of words, but she fills in the spaces with various vowels and consonants in any old order and talks and talks and talks without barely taking a breath, but I'm not getting a word. It's something like this:
"Abbadeebabadabeedabadadadamamadaddymama
babadeebadoobadeebeedeebeedooboobadabada
beedabadaboodabeedabababababababababmama
mamamamamamdaddymamamababababababababdada
babdeebeebeebeebeebeebeeappauppyuppyappa
babababebebemamamamamamaappazeebabadeedee
deedeedoobooboobabababeedeedeedeedeedoodoo
dadadadadadabababababmamamamdadadaddymama!"
It gets old kinda fast, so I clonked her on the head and put her to sleep, continuing my unbroken string of getting her to bed hours before her parents ever manage to even make her think about sleeping. I am the champ, baby.
Re Woodstock, the Sequel's Sequel:
Well, I've seen fire and I've seen rain...
I have finally figured out what Old Navy commercials are for! They are handy has-been announcements to the world.
If you're a celebrity on an Old Navy commercial, you have hit the bottom of the barrel face first and skidding.
Today's horoscope:
Your persuasive abilities are in focus. Sales go well. You can play the comedian or entertainer for colleagues.
One year ago today:
So it's not a terribly personal entry today, but I'm tired...
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