Apparently no pictures or negatives were found in the vicinity of the check, and for the life of me I can't remember what the gag was. Man, I'm getting old.
Anil, if you're out there, I guess it's safe. I've got nothing on you.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Ah, memories ... wait, I don't remember
My sister mailed me something she found in an old book that apparently hasn't been opened in more than 20 years since she took it from the house we grew up in. Note the memo on what the check is for.
Apparently no pictures or negatives were found in the vicinity of the check, and for the life of me I can't remember what the gag was. Man, I'm getting old.
Anil, if you're out there, I guess it's safe. I've got nothing on you.
Apparently no pictures or negatives were found in the vicinity of the check, and for the life of me I can't remember what the gag was. Man, I'm getting old.
Anil, if you're out there, I guess it's safe. I've got nothing on you.
Thursday, September 7, 2006
I've had fresh legs since 1988
So it was happy hour, but one of us was late. When she got there, she announced that she was just ex-HAUS-ted. Wow, from what, I had to ask.
Well, apparently she was stuck in the office for an extra hour dealing with West Coast people. "So you were on the phone? And you're exhausted from that?"
I was just giving her a hard time, but it's quite possible this woman has never been tired in her life. Not really tired. And I don't mean that as criticism. I probably haven't been genuinely exhausted since college, when I spent a couple of weekends bucking hay on a prof's farm. Now that'll wear you out. It's hot, ass-busting work.
What she and I do, on the other hand, doesn't make people tired. Basically, I type. I even got a trackball so I don't have to put out the effort necessary to move a stupid mouse around. Work has made me sleepy (especially some writers), but not exhausted.
Truly, in the last 18 years, I doubt I've done anything that legitimately required me to rest afterward, other than play tennis. To see my picture in the dictionary, the word people will have to look up is "sedentary."
That's not bad news to me. I just need a reminder sometimes that I should never act like my life is ever all that tough. Or some jackhole might call me on it over margaritas.
Well, apparently she was stuck in the office for an extra hour dealing with West Coast people. "So you were on the phone? And you're exhausted from that?"
I was just giving her a hard time, but it's quite possible this woman has never been tired in her life. Not really tired. And I don't mean that as criticism. I probably haven't been genuinely exhausted since college, when I spent a couple of weekends bucking hay on a prof's farm. Now that'll wear you out. It's hot, ass-busting work.
What she and I do, on the other hand, doesn't make people tired. Basically, I type. I even got a trackball so I don't have to put out the effort necessary to move a stupid mouse around. Work has made me sleepy (especially some writers), but not exhausted.
Truly, in the last 18 years, I doubt I've done anything that legitimately required me to rest afterward, other than play tennis. To see my picture in the dictionary, the word people will have to look up is "sedentary."
That's not bad news to me. I just need a reminder sometimes that I should never act like my life is ever all that tough. Or some jackhole might call me on it over margaritas.
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