A friend called me once because something happened at his work that made him laugh and laugh, but he couldn't find anyone who saw the humor in it. The office was being moved by Burnham Movers and the tall office plants had been put in moving boxes. He kept saying, "Look, it's Birnam Wood" and nobody got it.
Heh, that reminds me of a great speech from ROXANNE:
We haven't had any irony here since about, uh, '83, when I was the only practitioner of it. And I stopped because I was tired of being stared at.
This morning on the Today Show Anne Curry (who I swear is the only reason I watch the thing) was talking with some sort of expert about the Omaha tragedy. Anne was all "what do we do with kids who grow up in the wild and fall through the cracks" and the expert was "mental illness is complicated, people need to pay attention blah blah". Anne rallied with "do you think the life of complete abandoment and deprivation MADE him mentally ill?"
That woman rocks.
"OK, Owibia, take a hold of my hand" as they walk down the stairs.
Awwwwwwww. Cutiehead!
The office was being moved by Burnham Movers and the tall office plants had been put in moving boxes. He kept saying, "Look, it's Birnam Wood" and nobody got it.
::snerkity snerk:: I make dorky jokes like that all the time. If they're pop-culture-related, Chatty!co-worker gets about 90% of them (leading him to taunt me about my anorak).
Emeline got into a pre-school yesterday!! She starts Turtles on January 8th!
Yay Em's Turtledom! How fun for a toddler to say, "Ima Turtle!" With the subtext of and yur NOT, nyah, nyah.
My office is covered with snowman guts. The dog took apart a dog toy. Who would have thought the snowman to have had so much fluff in it?
Hah! I could have told you.
We're in mourning right now, acutally, because the favorite toy (monkey!) has been utterly and completely dismembered. I found the head on the landing as I was coming up last night, and limbs every couple of stairs. Kind of freaky, I'll tell you what.
It wasn't really her fault, though - the monkey got left outside and froze to the porch, and I think she was just really trying to get it up so she could play with it. And I can't believe how sad I actually am about it.
Amazingly, Bartleby has kept his beloved stuffed Eeyore intact for a couple of months now. Usually, it's guts all around within an hour or so.
Eeyore no longer grunts, but he still squeaks and crinkles. And looks ridonkulous hanging from the Bboy's mouth.
Okay, I'm going to wait until after my noon client appointment to confront my landlord.
I'm seriously flipping out like a mammal...which is odd for me. I just can't get a handle on why I'm so nervous about this.
He doesn't deserve my anxiety and my surrogate mom asked me last night (once again) to move back in with her and Gordon. I don't want to do that, by any means, but it's a safety net.
But why am I even thinking about safety nets! I don't need one!! The landlord is so...himself...that he won't try to throw me out and, frankly, his jackholery over the years can't get any worse.
Ack. I'm feeling pretty weak.
good luck & calm, powerful negotiating ~ma Beej!
