Okay, so I got in the car to go to lunch. Put keys in the ignition, turned the car on, and then there was a BEE IN MY CAR.

Did it fly in without my noticing it? Had it been in my car for my entire morning commute, and I just didn't notice? Why was there a bee in my car? What did I do to you, Monday?

OMG, I went to the bank to ask one question, and ended up coming out 1.5 hours later.

Did time speed up or stop altogether? In any event, I will Gah on your behalf.

Gah!

That reminds me of the scene in the movie Prick Up Your Ears, (the biography of Joe Orton) where Orton is paid to write a film script for the Beatles. Brian Epstein calls up Joe and complains about the scene he wrote that has all four Beatles in bed with a woman. Brian points out that if all four Beatles are in bed with a woman, it means that the four Beatles are in bed with each other.

There was more to the scene that I forget - it was pretty funny....

Boy-girl-boy? Or Boy-boy-girl?

Or Charlize Theron.

Did time speed up or stop altogether? In any event, I will Gah on your behalf

It was mostly good, it was just looong. I just ended up in a long discussion about personal finances, my credit and thinking about buying a house. I ended up starting a line of credit, which will help strengthen my credit rating (if I keep all my ducks in a row,) and it has lower interest than my credit card, so banker dude was suggesting I pay off my CC with the line of credit to take advantage of the lower interest.

cool! yay for professional financial housekeeping.

Wow, I'm amazed that Papa Bush would publicly say anything even hinting at his belief his son is in the wrong.

Part of the problem for Papa Bush is that he had a prior public record of opposing his son's policies, even before his son enacted those policies and made it clear that he was incompetent idiot.

For instance:

Trying to eliminate Saddam, extending the ground war into an occupation of Iraq, would have violated our guideline about not changing objectives in midstream, engaging in 'mission creep,' and would have incurred incalculable human and political costs ... We would have been forced to occupy Baghdad and, in effect, rule Iraq. The coalition would instantly have collapsed, the Arabs deserting it in anger and other allies pulling out as well. Under those circumstances, furthermore, we had been self-consciously trying to set a pattern for handling aggression in the post-cold war world. Going in and occupying Iraq, thus unilaterally exceeding the U.N.'s mandate, would have destroyed the precedent of international response to aggression we hoped to establish. Had we gone the invasion route, the U.S. could conceivably still be an occupying power in a bitterly hostile land. It would have been a dramatically different -- and perhaps barren -- outcome.

"A World Transformed," by George H.W. Bush and Brent Scowcroft, 1998.

Yargh. Is there a term for, like, when you have a staggeringly huge pile of work, and then somebody piles on more, and somebody else piles on more, and then some jackhole starts e-mailing you in ASSCAPS, and suddenly it's like work has splattered your desk like a shitbird and you don't even know where to begin sorting through the mess?

it has lower interest than my credit card, so banker dude was suggesting I pay off my CC with the line of credit to take advantage of the lower interest.

I did that, and I kept the line of credit afterward, and I was able to use some of it to help make the down payment for my new place.

Is there a term for, like, when you have a staggeringly huge pile of work, and then somebody piles on more, and somebody else piles on more, and then some jackhole starts e-mailing you in ASSCAPS, and suddenly it's like work has splattered your desk like a shitbird and you don't even know where to begin sorting through the mess?

yes. workplace violence.