11 May
So yesterday The Raccoon gave me a pile of work to do before she left, stuff that needed to get entered into the system for today's check run.
I was doing it, and then I realized that I had to be home before 9p, because I hadn't set the VCR for part two of Great Expectations on Great Performances, which meant that I had to leave at 8p at the latest, and I had to drop Michelle's wedding pictures off at the bar where she was working, so I really couldn't stay one second later than that, but I wasn't anything like done by 7.45p, so I decided to come in early today.
Meaning 8.30a. I may commit suicide from exhaustion in the afternoon, but won't everyone be surprised to see me at the crack of dawn!
Great Expectations had better be worth it.
I sing silly songs at work. I wonder if anyone's surprised at that revelation?
When I was the receptionist I would make people's names into songs, but now I use the vendor's names. For instance, whenever I enter an invoice from Brilliant Image, I sing "You must be out of your brilliant image", a joke that no-one gets but me.
The best one though, isn't exactly a song. We have a vendor called Vysis, and whenever I see an invoice, I always say "O mighty Vysis (vysis vysis vysis)!"
Who gets that one? I think you have to be around my age, though The Raccoon is only a couple of years younger than me and she never saw the show. It's from the Shazam/Isis Hour on Saturday morning TV when I was a kid, and whenever Isis would turn into Isis, she would say "O mighty Isis!" and it would echo (isis isis isis) and then she'd turn into Isis!
It has caught on so, that now we will say with a straight face "Have you got anything for Mighty Vysis over there?" It has just become its name.
My Uncle Shelby is dead.
He's your Uncle Shelby, too, Shel Silverstein. Boy, did I love him.
The thing which I loved about him the most was the great contrast between the wonderful, moving children's book "The Giving Tree" that has made me cry ever time I read it from the age of four onward, and the marijuana comedy folk song "The Smoke Off" which he sang in the dirtiest voice you can imagine. He was all things!
"Man, I didn't come here to fuck around! I came here to SMOKE!"
Oliver Reed. Dana Plato. Rory Calhoun. Shel Silverstein.
It's dangerous to be a celebrity again.
Today's horoscope:
A new attraction comes into your life through food--perhaps grocery shopping, at the deli, the corner store, etc.
One year ago today:
I want to be an impulse buyer, but they won't let me!
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