Wonder What I Can Talk About Today?
Seems like ever since I kicked off the Knight Project, I haven’t really said much about anything else! Because I haven’t. I’m trying to figure out what else I can say right here and now. It’s not that there’s nothing to talk about—for instance, I could have posted a follow-up to my previous article about the Do Not Call anti-telemarketing registry, since there have been further developments since then. However, given the excitement I’m enduring with the whole car thing, I just haven’t felt like discussing it.
Some of you probably have a mental picture of what I’ve been doing the last few days—sitting around drooling over photos, driving myself crazy, whatever. I actually haven’t thought much about the car in the last couple of days. I haven’t received a follow-up phone call from the seller yet either; I intend to call him tonight (and then again on the weekend if no one answers). He’s typically been tough to reach on the weekdays. I’m really anxious to hear how the repaint came out, however. I’m also checking the mail daily to see if he’s sent me the printed photographs of the car yet. If I get any, I’ll post them up on the site here.
In the meantime, though, I’ve been doing a lot of three things: Playing Knights of the Old Republic on the Xbox, working on a story, and watching reruns of Knight Rider. The lattermost item has come to a halt for the next few weeks, since the Sci-Fi Channel has decided to pre-empt KR for most of October with marathons of shows like The Outer Limits (arguably more sci-fi than Knight Rider, so I can’t really complain). It’s been one of the calmest weeks I’ve had in quite some time, actually. I finished up some freelance projects I was doing, and another one is on temporary hiatus until the client gets some money to pay me, so I’ve been able to relax a bit. It’s been quite refreshing.
At the office, meanwhile, things have continued to be as busy as always. In the last couple of weeks, though, I’ve gotten a handle on almost all of the advertising deadlines I had stacked up in front of me, plus one of my larger projects has almost reached completion. As a result I feel much more in control of what’s happening around me. I’ve been a lot more mellow in the last 10-14 days, not flying off the handle about stupid stuff, and I like that.
Around town here in southwest Florida, we were hit with an assload of rain. I’ve never seen so much flooding in this town—it was really, really severe in some places. Now I find I have some moisture behind the lenses of my Trans Am’s front turn signals, which pisses me off. Going to get it up on ramps and see if I can figure out if there’s any way to get into that housing and remove the moisture. There seems to be a hairline crack in the front of each lens, which may have admitted the water what with all the drenching rain I’ve been driving through—but the strange thing is, it seems that the crack is more like a seam; i.e., it’s there by design. I should go check out my dad’s Trans Am and see if its lights are similarly designed.
Speaking of my dad, it’s his birthday today! I found quite possibly the perfect gift for him, I only hope it was shipped in time. I liked the gift so much, I’d really like one for myself! What with the impending car purchase I want to make, I’m trying not to buy too many tchotchkies for myself anymore so we can more quickly reclaim that money via savings. But for the price, it was well worth it. Would make a great source for some nice Windows wallpaper images, too. Hint hint.
The Letters to the Editor in the local newspaper continue to be a source of near-daily amusement, helping to showcase just how bored (or out of touch) the mostly-retired population of this town must be. We recently had a guy complaining up a storm because he wrote his senator about the debilitating, horrifying and ever-growing problem of OMG LOUD commercials during TV shows. Because his senator only sent back a form letter, the man got so mad he now claims he will crusade to get the senator voted out of office next term. JESUS CHRIST WTF. It’s called a MUTE BUTTON, idiot. Amusingly, a letter-writer in today’s paper also pointed out the holiness of the omnipresent mute button, deriding the overexcited old buffoon with some witty remark or another.
Another letter-writer today discussed how they don’t think code enforcement is doing their jobs very well, and went into a rant about how life-threatening long grass is and how no “reasonable amount of time” should be given for violators to fix their problems before being fined. Wow, I’m so glad to know that I have neighbors who are so concerned with the length of grass in the neighborhood. I think it would be the epitome of all comedy to play a prank on one of these ‘HoodNazis, something like spray-painting their one-of-three-legal-colors home in the same bright green shade as the local Iguana Mia, then calling the cops to report a code violation. As someone on a message board once said, “Go stuff your fat thumb up your ass, sit on it and revolve.”
There’s also been a very disturbing development in the world of computer gaming, but I’ll save that for a separate post which I’ll make in about an hour or so. It’s lunchtime now, so it’s time to go heat up the Lean Pockets. (CrispyCrustyTenderFlakyCrust!™) I’m pretty much tired of work this week, so I’m ready to call it a weekend. I’ve had a Travelocity radio commercial telling me to “go over the wall at the office” all morning, and it’s starting to sound like a good idea.
More later!
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