senor crankypants, day two

I had a nice rant session this morning involving plots to go down to Marion, Illinois to slap the gum out of the mouth of an attorney's assistant. Damn, were they an ass. But somehow CoWorkerFriend managed to get the correct fax number out of them. I knew she'd be better at that then I would -- I'm too prone to sighing and sounding perturbed, where she can cajole answers out of folks without any sort of prostrating.

But other than that I'm enjoying a day in my new shoes. As I joked last weekend, I'm rocking the fours, aka my Payless Adidas plus one stripe shoes. But these are actually newed versions -- thicker cross-training soles with BLUE stripes, instead of black ones. Now I'm ready for summer.

So I was inspired by dannyboi's lead and did a Google image search on raybear. It didn't produce happy results. I mean, I don't exactly go around insisting meat is murder, but this makes me sad. Bird hunting and deer hunting, sure fine whatever, but not this!

( this is pretty tragic, so be warned. )

it's that time again.

It's Friday afternoon, it must be time for me to write, to make some sort of last ditch effort to kill time before going home for the weekend while also, perhaps, trying to neatly wrap up my day/week/life.

Unfortunately, I have nothing pressing to discuss at this juncture.

I really want to go home and take a nap and not do anything, but I feel there's this stigma to Friday evenings that I'm somehow not allowed to do that without it either being a) depressing/sad/lonely, or b) a deliberate decision to have a by myself meeting. I don't think it's either. I mean, I sort of don't want to be social, but I also don't want to be listless and bored. I don't really have any expendable income, espeically since I did a quick balance of the checkbook (i.e. examine my monthly statment and make sure it lines up) and discovered that a check hasn't cleared yet. And I have no idea when it will (it's not a bill, it was more an exchange of funds for the final four pool I entered on someone else's behalf, so who knows when they'll deposit it). So I probably should NOT go clothes shopping at the thrift store after work, as I orginally planned. I'm thinking I won't even rent a movie, I'll just watch one I own. I might finish my mixtape to submit to the various local, non-commercial (i.e. college) radio stations. And of course I have piles of books and magazines that need to be read.

I think it's nights like these that my neighborhood makes me feel old and boring. It's such the nightspot, with drag queens having fights outside our window on Wednesday evenings, and drunken frat boys who are "slumming" yelling it up on weekend nights. And the warmer the weather, the more active the public. Perhaps this will finally motivate me to install the window a/c units. Not because it's really that hot, but because then we can shut the window and keep much of the noise out. And then play my Anita Baker records in peace