Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 


It occurs to me somewhere, somehow, that I have not updated in a week or so. It's not that I'm forgetful about my little bit of nowhere. (At least not this time.) It's also not because I have a lack of things to mention. (There are a few, and none of them involve pants.) It's mostly because I really haven't been in the mood.

You could call this antisocial. You could call this anti-Intarwebs.

I call it: why must June suddenly be so damned hot? You know, besides the whole "prelude to summer" thing.

Tomorrow is teasing/promising a high chance of showers, coupled with a thunderstorm...which I will probably miss entirely, since that seems to be the trend for the last 6 months, and it saddens me because I really love thunderstorms, but they're hard to see from inside a store that has no windows. So the theory goes there may be a reprieve to sitting in a puddle of my own sweat and asking myself, "do I really need to be wearing pants in this sort of weather, or should my loins be girded with something a little more insubstantial?"

(Okay, so I lied about this bit o' nowhere not involving pants.)

Work...we shall not speak of work for the moment, save for the fact that I could best describe last week as, "Hulk smash!" I really do sometimes question whether I have preschoolers working at the store...or whether actual preschoolers may in fact be more productive and give me less stress. (Them getting crushed beneath the weight of a set of luggage not withstanding, of course.)

Home is all about bathrooms, mostly ours finally getting inspected and fixed after the unexpected "randrops from the 4th floor toilet keep fallin' on my head" incident. From the looks of things, the damage isn't as severe as we'd been fearing; while in a malicious sense I was hoping for something more terrible so we could go "Told you, dammit!" to the tight-ass of an owner, I am relieved it's not quite so severe. Our bathroom should be fixed by tomorrow afternoon. After which there will need to be a lot of sweeping from the drywall dust littering...well, pick a surface, any surface.

Mind you, the downside is that we're still stuck with the hideous mint-green toothpaste coloured bathroom tiles. Gyaaaaa.....

In other news, apparently Gabe has already decided who I am. On our last visit, Mel was playing with Gabe as I came into the room. Mel pointed to me and asked Gabe, "Who is that?" Gabe's immediate reply was, "Geek!"

I honestly don't know if that's what he actually meant to say, but it still works regardless. At least I'm not the kind of geek who wants to make love to an AvP movie poster. (I've met such a geek, incidentally. I still don't think he has a girlfriend...)


Today's Lesson: the anime series When They Cry is a great, leisurely-paced show about the friendships between rural/really smalltown kids...right until everything goes all Children of the Corn-ish and characters are rendered large blood smears across most of the furniture.

Dammit, when's the next disc coming out?

Labels: bathrooms that should have been fixed months ago, lies about pants, random tangents

posted by Phillip at 8:40 PM