April 13th, 2001

mr. robin

Bert & Punk'nhead

Damn, I was going to wear my glasses for you last night, Manning. I forgot.

It's probably just as well; it wouldn't do to have you jumping me right in the middle of a social gathering.
mr. robin

Things that are wonderful

Here are some reasons why coming to work today was a joy. Besides knowing that almost no one would be here.

1) It only took 20 minutes to drive in! It usually takes at least 45. I was flyin', man.

2) Louis Prima was in the singing to me me the whole way in.

3) On Route 42 with me this morning was a great big shiny new dumptruck. The hubcaps were shiny shiny chrome, the tires were black (instead of brown from dirt) and the truck was a shiny shiny black. It made me think that the driver was probably excited to be driving the shiny new truck. It made me think that if I were either the driver, or the owner of the company, I would be SO happy to have the new truck. I would put my hand on the side of it and feel how cold and smooth is. If no one was looking, I might even kiss it. It probably cost a lot of money, and if the company isn't some huge conglomerate that buys ten dump trucks at once, then people were probably really excited about it. And I would be eager and hesitant, all at once, to get it really dirty for the first time.

3) This morning is is cool and overcast, but humid. I know humidity always gets a bad rap, and I guess I hate it when it's humid in mid-June, but when the weather is cool and humid, I like that. Like summer nights, when the sun isn't keeping things warm, but the humidity is. Nothing else feels like that. And I love the sun, I think that most people aren't out in it enough -- but in the mornings on the drive to work, it's nice for it not to be in my izzeyes.

4) I got a parking space in the teeny little parking lot in which no one EVER gets a spot.

5) They're doing construction out in front of the station, and they were using a jackhammer this morning. I like the sound of jackhammers, when they're not close enough that they hurt my ears. They remind me of two summers ago, when I was working as an inspector on a project locating underground utilities. The foreman would jackhammer a hole in the asphalt, and then suck out the soil with what was essentially a huge vacuum. I liked him a lot. He said that I would get a Harley someday. I can't remember what model he thought I would like, but I do remember he said it would be electric purple (my favorite color! how did he know?) and have saddlebags. And he said I would have a sticker on my helmet that said "It's A Beautiful Day. Now Watch Some Asshole Fuck It Up". A week into the project, he bought me just such a sticker. I put it on my metal clipboard, but on the inside, so that I would still seem at least somewhat professional.

Of course there a million reasons why it is wonderful to be alive, but these were a few which specifically came to mind this morning. Have a great weekend.
mr. robin

Being productive

It's kind of funny how I'm here, at work, and not doing anything. Well, I'm doing lots of things: reading other people's LiveJournals, reading the instruction manual to my digital camcorder that I finally received yesterday (!), checking my email. Just not anything work related. And who cares? No one! No one, baby! That I know of.
mr. robin

LiveJournal gripe 1.0

Let's forget for a moment the crappiness of content of most LiveJournals. What about the spelling, man? Some people have absolutely atrocious spelling. Either that, or awful typing skillz, and no desire to proofread. (Wow, "proofread" would be a very silly word if it were spelt like this: "proo-fread".) Come on, people! There's a SPELL CHECK, for Chrissakes! Man, there are people out there saying "liek" and mixing up their they're/there/their's, and not giving a fuck. And I get all embarrassed when I notice a dangling participle or a lack of verb tense consistency.

Now I have to proofread THIS entry twelve times, because if I fucked something up, it would be quite embarrassing.