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Two early-morning points.

1. I would like it to be noted for public record how EARLY it is that I am here at work. I'll be starting to actually work at seven. as opposed to stumbling in here around then and getting only a little bit of stuff done before the rest of the rabble gets here. As much as I hate getting up early -- and boy do I hate it -- I love being up early. Someday when you're older I'll tell you about the week I worked at the concrete shop in Wilmington, Delaware, and had to take a 3:50 train. Three. Fifty. Ay em. There were stars in the sky on my walk to the train station. It was lovely.

2. Dude, I almost ran over a freaking HAWK or OSPREY or some shit on the way here. He was just chillin' in the road! He didn't move, until the very last second! I didn't think to blow my horn, I don't know why not, but I swerved and he flew off. Dude! Chillin'! In the road! What the hell is he doing THAT for? Hawks and/or ospreys don't eat roadkill. Man, can you imagine if I killed a fucking OSPREY? Oh man. Eternal damnation FER SURE. A more noble creature than I, the hawk and/or osprey. I would be wracked with guilt. I hope he stays away from the road, there are more stupid drivers than I.

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greatmonkeygod
Jul. 9th, 2002 04:40 am (UTC)
Man, I completely know what you mean about the getting up/being up phenomena. I love mornings, from the cold blue part to the sunrise part, and all those moments where you're just sort of stumbling around into things in-between (for some of us, these moments extend throughout the day, but here we are talking about concentrated stumbling).

For whatever reason, early morning always reminds me of travelling... Probably because, from as far back as I can remember, whenever my family drove from state to state, we'd always go at three AM to "beat the traffic." I've pretty much carried on this tradition on my own, though the traffic tends to eventually catch up with me.

Oh, and, good work on not killing noble birds. Ignoble birds, such as the pigeon, like to routinely sit in the road until your car is just up on them, and they make you swerve even though they're not worth it and had easy escape routes anyway. One day I'm gonna get a Hummer and teach them all some respect.
lastsonkrypton
Jul. 12th, 2002 04:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, and, good work on not killing noble birds. Ignoble birds, such as the pigeon, like to routinely sit in the road until your car is just up on them, and they make you swerve even though they're not worth it and had easy escape routes anyway.

When I lived in rural (with a capital "middle of fucking nowhere") Indiana, we used to get chicken hawks on the road. Big (with a capital "four-foot wingspan"), noble, beautiful birds who thrived on road kill.

If you were driving along a country side road and came across one of them, they wouldn't move, either. Not until they were damn good and ready.

Except in their case, I think it was because they were looking at your car thinking, "Go ahead and hit me, bitch. I'm twice your size."

(And note my use of the second person. I'm turning my life into a Choose Your Own Adventure. To hit the chicken hawk, turn to Page 15.)
illscientist
Jul. 9th, 2002 09:00 am (UTC)
Hell yeah! Both to early mornings and... a big LOL to a hawk or osprey or some shit! Well put.
rhino777
Jul. 9th, 2002 09:42 am (UTC)
Man I can relate about the early morning thang. I used to have to get up at 3:30 a.m. when I worked at the CHEESE FACTORY in Broadhead. The job sucked but the drive there was nice and starry and peaceful. Ahhhhh.
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