GAH!

I am addicted to applications for the iPhone.  I swear, the battery runs out because of my need to play skee ball when stuck on those office calls that I really have no reason to be on, other than the fact that someone has decided I should be on them.

I stopped using my backpack for work due to the fact that I kept loading it up with more and more things that I convinced myself that I did need.  Seriously, is there a reason for me to carry around an extra pair of socks, 3 totes (in addition to the 3 I keep in the trunk of the car), 2 notebooks, a calendar and the DS?  True, the DS is necessary in case my phone needs to charge, but overall?  I'm trying to get by with a purse these days.  My back is still thanking me I think.

There is a large bruise on my thigh that appeared the other day.  I couldn't figure out where it came from then I realized that it is likely from my friend Kaidin, a 3 year old "sucker" kid that makes you think that they are all bright and easy to deal with.  We went swimming and as we did not have any floaties for Kaidin I held him while he bounced around on my lap.  

For the record, Kaidin is the one who began asking me if I was his friend, and then would proceed to tell people that I was his friend.  I was tempted to say no, but I couldn't when I saw how important it was for him to hear the word yes.  I swear, the pressure that the kid puts you under when he asks a simple question as if the world depends on whether or not you are his friend.  

Other than that, there are many things I could say but cannot at this time.  Some of it due to not being ready, some due to the fact that I will never be ready.  For the most part, I just am ending this entry because I want to watch the Wire on DVD.

There goes the plan to read the two closest to the bed:  hot in my grubby hands is  copy of Linda Lovelace's Ordeal.   

I just hope that I learn more from Linda than I did from Rick James.  Hey, I never claimed to be reading Finnegan's Wake (a difficult read if there ever was one).

Not that I'm promising much, other than the fact that I will actually attempt to post more often.  As usual, do not expect anything interesting, more than likely it will be useless. 

I do recognize the fact that I should have spent this past half hour or so working so that I can have some time to do some personal calls [oh come on, we all do them at the office] later.  Instead I have tried to catch up as best I could on posts. 

Priorities, right?

The Boy is having a meeting right now with someone who sounds like Murray from Flight of the Conchords.  Would it be wrong to ask him to take role just so that I could laugh?

I was tempted to purchase a recipe book at the bookstore yesterday.  Would it be wrong to use it to organize take-out menus?

 

 

Just back from seeing Dark Knight on the IMAX screen. Very good, glad I saw it on the big screen instead of waiting for DVD. One thing though?

FARMER TED WAS IN IT?

DAMN!

I left work a bit early on Friday to deal with the headache that is the wedding invite situation (semi-resolved) and found myself wandering the aisles of Target. It was a location that I had not been to in a while, so it was a bit of a shock to walk around and see the state it was in. In fact, just when I was thinking to myself that it had become run down since my last visit I heard the noise.

It was a matter of seconds before I saw where the noise was coming from: a female in a blue shirt that was throwing her shoes in the direction of the salesclerk behind the camera counter. At first I thought that maybe she had been caught attempting to steal the shoes, but that was quickly corrected by the appearance of another, female in a pink top, also shoeless.

Apologies if I offend people reading but . . .

"Who do you think you are BITCH!"
"Oh no you ain't messing with me!"
"What? What? WHAT!"

Basically, I heard just about every bad movie girl fight cliche as I stood there with various other Target customers and staff as we watched the fight. From what I gather, Pink Top had bumped into Blue Shirt while in another department and followed Blue into the camera department to continue their argument. Quite honestly, I am unaware of these two girls knew each other, or if their friends that were with them knew each other. All I know is that Blue Shirt was not going down without a fight.

The security guard wasn't doing much to help the situation, but another sales clerk separated the two, moving Blue Shirt to one side of the circular camera counter, to the "joy" of the salesclerk who was comfortable in his safety zone. As soon as the clerk (not the one behind the counter) moved to talk to security, Blue Shirt quickly moved to start with Pink Top one more time. Let's just say that the whole thing was so fascinating that I completely forgot about the fact that I had a camera in the bag missed documenting the entire event.

Of course, that probably would not have been a good idea to be caught doing when the cops came to arrest Blue Shirt. I am not sure what exactly happened to start the fight, but it must have been something to have her visit to Target end with her being escorted by the police while still shoeless.

I went on to the register with my Xyron to find myself distracted by the sight of Pink Top and her friends, who were walking back into Target with the security guard. I'm not sure if she was allowed to purchase her items, but at least she was wearing shoes when she was walking back into the store.

I have a million (and one) half written posts ready to go - everything from random thoughts on traffic, on cake, on friends, life and more cake. On a surprise appearance by Neil Gaiman at a screening I went to way back in October (yeah, that long ago) to my disbelief that I wasn't annoyed by Sex and the City. To being upset that Sting ruined Elvis performing Alison for me, to winning tickets and grip & grin passes to meet Duran Duran their last night of their US tour in Central Park.

So where are these posts? Um, nowhere.

You see, I seem to come across some damn fine ideas of what to write while doing something else. Driving, taking a shower, being bored during Hancock . . .basically, if I am unable to write anything at the time, I have an idea of what to post.

So why am I here now? Using this as an outlet for frustrations for the most part. I will be attempting to post more this next week, but for the most part they will be bitching sessions. You have been warned.

Consider yourselves saluted:


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