So
Things I learned today:
My electric shaver has a power “screw” that needs to be adjusted
occasionally – I spent 10 minutes struggling with the thing this morning
because it wasn’t CUTTING my hair. Thank goodness I tend to read
instructions, even on appliances.
Batteries suck.Doesn’t matter how big they are – managing batteries
is just an immense pain in the ass. I actually have runners for the auto
show floor to race my batteries down to our office where they can charge.
Ancient egyptian trash found under some suspiciously asymmetrical
mounds have revealed a few things, including the earliest version of the
“number of the beast” passage of the bible ever discovered. No joke,
the number (in greek, I believe) is 616 in this passage.
Apparently the next official version of the bible will have a footnote that
speaks of this new contention. Rather than calling it the Number of the
Beast, I think we should now call it the Number of Grand Rapids. Still
equally terrifying, but now known for getting some shut-eye around 9pm.
(Source: RadioLab, WNYC)
While I have been getting important things
accomplished lately, critical but minor elements have gone by the
wayside. While the dishes in my sink are nominally without grime,
they are still “dirty” and have been in need of being washed for far too
long. While I’ve cleaned up the destruction I caused by wrapping presents,
my tree is still up. I haven’t returned the clothes my mom bought me (which
are stylish but do not take into account my lovely tummy). My choices of
“home food” are critically slim. My toaster, while it does still toast,
doesn’t light up and won’t eject toast unless I unplug it. My brand new
watch has a problem with one of the buttons that I’ve yet to call on. I
have bills that, while I have the money to pay, I haven’t paid. Why? I get
distracted, I have no uniform system of finance, and I frankly don’t like
thinking about bills. These aren’t good reasons (in fact they’re dorky
compared to “i can’t afford my bills”), but they are what they are.
Essentially speaking, entropy is catching up with me, and I haven’t
taken the time to shore up my defenses.
On the other hand, I’m relatively happy. I feel
like I have some control and respect in my career, and I’m taking a moment
out of a huge video editing task to write this. While I’ll be freakishly
busy for 12 hours a day starting this Sunday, I also won’t have to buy lunch
(hellooo sushi!), my parking will be compensated, and our war room will be
just downstairs from the showroom itself, rather than a half-mile jog away.
I even have runners – interns that exist to run batteries to my
charger while I’m on the show floor.
All of the weekends in January, from this point on, are going to be “Off the
hook”. This weekend we have the Auto Show (I’m also thinking about
catching Pan’s Labyrinth on Friday), next weekend we partly have the
auto show and then perhaps helping Karin pack and move, the weekend after
that’s Con (KHAAAAN!), and then, of course, the weekend of weekends,
my birthday.
Craziness!
I wouldn’t mind a few e-mails, texts, or calls from my lovelies during this
time (Yes, that’s you). Just ’cause I’m crazy-busy doesn’t mean I don’t
think about, and miss, my fine friends.
I live in the area code of the beast! Hee!!
Wee hee! And I’m dating someone who lives in the Flesh Barn, in the area code of the Beast! ;)
(The Flesh Barn is their nickname for their house, which looks like, well, a flesh-colored barn).
Are you catching Pan’s Labyrinth down there or in the Lansing area? I’d like to see it, too.
I don’t know yet, but I think it will be in this area – it depends on what I negotiate with Lucy for the weekend, I think.
Ok, thanks! Let me know if you do wind up here and want to get together. =)
CON!!! :)
We should totally shout that.
*sneak sneak sneaks up behind your left shoulder*
*pokes you in the right shoulder*
*sneak sneak sneaks over to your right shoulder*
*pokes you in the left shoulder*
*rinse, lather repeat*
YOU! Sneaky bizotch! *tackle*
The number of the beast thing is not actually new; I think it’s just been getting press lately for some reason. The Bible I use the most (New International Version) has had that footnote for years— I forget when I purchased it but I think I was still in college so that makes it at least 4.
This radio show is not at all new, actually – it was a limited run, so there are only two seasons worth to listen to.
That was on “Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me” late last year too. I find that a little odd.
The best part was that the show aired two retractions to their original joke. The first week they told the story about 666 really being 616 and announced that if you want to contact “The Beast” you would need to call Ypsilanti, Mi. The following week they apologized to the fine people of Ypsilanti and made it clear that “The Beast” may be found in Grand Rapids. One week later yet another apology was made to none other than George W, who, it just so happened, was in Grand Rapids the week before. Yay NPR! :)
Wow. I hadn’t heard any of that – including that Grand Rapids was mentioned!
Wow, that’s amazing! Do you have the original link for the article? – I want to share it with my sweetie who lives in the area code of the Beast. ;)
here (it’s an audio podcast, but it’s gooooood stuff)
“I think we should now call it the Number of Grand Rapids. Still
equally terrifying, but now known for getting some shut-eye around 9pm.”
Pure comedic genius.
Batteries suck.
Oh how I do yearn for a fuel cell powered laptop….*sigh*