“There’s no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time,
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Ain’t life unkind?”
— The Rolling Stones, Ruby Tuesday
For some unknown reason I feel incredibly tired today. I also feel hungry and …
The BARF level seems to be steadily rising this morning and I don’t know what brought it on. It could have been anything; it doesn’t take much and once it starts I find it best to let it run its course. It should subside by this evening, maybe.
The thousandth day is approaching and I find myself wondering just how far I’ve traveled in that time or if I’ve been wandering in circles. The landmarks, the scenery, and the footprints look all too familiar. No matter how much distance I try to put between me and the darkness, it never seems far away. I fear the beast that hides in that darkness. I’ve seen it and its foul breath has touched me. I never want to go back there. A thousand days is a long time in the wilderness.
Here’s a thought… Can someone sell their soul on E-bay? (Hypothetically speaking, of course)
“I want you to dance naked.
If you like I’ll join you.”
— John Mellencamp, Dance Naked
I enjoyed Grandparent’s Day today. I was expecting some sort of program or something but it was nice to have the opportunity to observe a typical day in Jacob’s class. Why isn’t he that calm and well behaved at home? I guess I was the same way in school. My teachers would tell my parents how well behaved I was and my mom would ask if they were talking about the same child. I’m still feeling kind of down about the picture. I look so much like a grandpa. I’m not really as old as I look, honest! I’d settle for looking middle-aged.
I hope everyone enjoyed the Motoman Open House on Saturday. It’s all old hat to me because I’m there every day. After 5 years of working there, I still find the robots fascinating. I’m still amazed at what they’re capable of doing and I’m amazed because it’s technology that actually works. Well, if nothing else it was a glimpse into the world where I spend 40 hours a week.
October is almost over and soon the holidays will be upon us and the year will come to an end. Where did this year go? It went by so quickly.
“We all need someone we can bleed on.
And if you want to, Baby you can bleed on me.”
— The Rolling Stones, Let It Bleed
Why do advertisers on radio and television feel they have to insult me in order to sell me something? As Spock would say, “That is not logical.” Every day I am assaulted by commercials that a) insult my intelligence, b) over-hype the product or service, or c) just piss me off. Are there demographics showing that 90% of the population is totally stupid? (I’m inclined to believe that.) When did pissing off your potential customers become a viable marketing tool? Of course, the RIAA and MPAA seem to believe this strategy works.
Too much hype? Is such a thing possible? Let’s face, nothing short of strippers will make eating at Frisch’s exciting no matter how good the food is. There is also nothing exciting about buying a used car. (I refuse call them preowned since all cars are preowned except at the factory.) I don’t need some idiot who fancies himself as a WWF ring announcer to try to convince me otherwise.
What’s the point of showing a car performing feats of speed and daring that, if you tried them yourself, would get you a ticket, arrested or killed? Never mind the small print disclaimer. You know some idiot will try it and there are a lot of idiots out there. That sort of thing does not need to be encouraged.
Here’s a new marketing idea for you — State what it is your selling then state the facts about it, along with possible advantages. Let me decide. It won’t be as exciting but it might entice me to consider whatever wares you’re hawking. I tend to not buy things from individuals or corporations that insult me, annoy me or piss me off. Yeah, I’ll remember the brand or the company but what good is name recognition if it doesn’t generate sales? I want information, not hype. I don’t care whether or not it’s pretty as long it works for me.
Maybe I’m the exception. It could be that most people actually enjoy being insulted. I don’t know. I guess I’ll just continue to turn off my radio and mute my television whenever I’m about to be insulted. I don’t need to turn on my radio or TV to be insulted. I can get that from my family and friends but at least they know me.
I’ll step down from my soapbox now. Thank you.
Mally’s appointment with the vet this morning had one pleasant side effect; I didn’t have to park across town and take the short bus into work. I got to park in back like I usually do. That worked out well. I love it when a plan comes together (even if it wasn’t planned).
It looks like Malicious may have food allergies so she and Hooze are going to have to change their diets. Finding cat food I can afford that doesn’t contain fish and dairy products may be a challenge. Thankfully, the flea and tick season is nearly over so I shouldn’t have to worry about that until spring.
As of this evening, she didn’t seem to scratching as much so the cortisone must be working. The cats are back to menacing each other, which I’ll take as a good sign. Hooze was unusually affectionate this evening. Maybe she wants to be reassured that she’s still loved.
So far, it’s been a pretty good day. I got up early, had my coffee, did my bathroom routine (shower, shave, douche — just checking to see if you were reading this closely), checked my e-mail, etc, etc. I got some new genealogical data among the offerings of Viagra and cheap software. I even got a good-bye kiss this morning. The only real glitch was getting out the door a little later than I had wanted to but that’s normal. It was a slow day at work but I stayed just busy enough to keep my interest alive but not overwhelmed.
Tomorrow should be interesting because of the Open House. I have to park halfway to L-N and get bussed to work. Since the shuttles are only running at the beginning and end of the day, I’m a prisoner of Motoman for the day. They said they’d feed us but I’m going to smuggle some food in just in case. And naturally, I fully expect to be riding the short bus. It would suck if I had to work late, wouldn’t it? Oh yeah, I have to wear “big boy” clothes (no jeans) tomorrow and Friday. Do my “big boy” clothes still fit me?
There’s just a little wrinkle with tomorrow’s plan — Mally has an 8:15 appointment with the vet. And since she’s not capable of driving herself, it looks like I’ll have to take her. By the time I get to the designated parking location, I will have missed the last shuttle bus. I guess I could hang out with the security guard. Now that sounds like a lot of fun.
Lawyers, Guns and Money — That’s a great song. Too bad he only seems to be known for Werewolves of London. He wrote and performed a lot of great tunes.
“Send lawyers, guns, and money.
The shit has hit the fan.”
I don’t know what brought it on. Was it the absence of pickles on my sandwiches? Or maybe it was the idiot who seemed to take offense to the fact that I was in front of him on the road, thereby denying him his God-given right to do 50 in a 35 mph zone. (Riding my ass won’t help, ass wipe. I can slam on my brakes and sue you.)
Maybe it was something else entirely. Who knows for sure and what does it matter? BARF always seems to be churning inside and it doesn’t take much to start the flow. Usually, there’s a brief explosion, it flows for a while, and then I’m over it.
I guess I’m over the BARF now but my head is pounding like a jack hammer inside my skull. Maybe I’ll feel better after lunch. I should go to the bank but I don’t really feel like it. It can wait until tomorrow. What’s one more day without money?
Ich habe Kopfschmerzen. Roscoe genießt den glücklichen Platz, aber der glückliche Platz ist verboten.
I found a note I made concerning my genealogy research on July, 8, 2002 in which I said, “It looks as though I’ve found about as much information as I can on the Internet.” Little did I know, huh? At that time I had about 300 people entered into my tree. Now I’m approaching 3,000. And to think that my original intention was to go back three generations and learn all I could about my great grandparents. Then it took on a life of its own and became a never ending pastime.
Well, it’s late; I’d better get my tired ass off to bed. Maybe I’ll get a good night’s sleep for a change. You hear that, Roscoe?