I know stuff's happened in the last month or so that I haven't written about, but...you know, attention span of a...um...thingy...thing. Plus, not that interesting.
Like, I could tell you the story of how my tiny Chevy was almost mashed by Weezer's tour bus, but in fact their driver displayed amazing restraint and courtesy in downtown rush hour* traffic, considering he was the proverbial biggest mother in the valley. So I can only report that they have a good driver, and an unusually clean bus.
You could eat off their bus, if not for its verticality.
Or I could tell you about the night we went out to see the planetary alignment. But in fact I'm pretty sure we had the wrong night, and that what we thought were the objects in question were a set of random stars planets that happened to be in line at the moment - very probably perpendicular to the direction of the actual alignment, which may have been a week or more later.
Still, it was a nice night for it.
Mom's ongoing feud with the deranged, racist neighbor lady isn't worth going into, so that's out.
Work has been the FLEX grant application and the latest issue of the newsletter, neither of which I really care to re-live. They're also slowly, oh so slowly, installing security doors, which means we all have to have our ID cards at all times in order to get in and out. On little clip things, or worse, unbelievably dork-ass lanyards. I am sad that the cards do not contain the legend, "If found, drop this employee in any mailbox," but nobody asked me.
Spring proceeds apace, with the usual collection of foliage, and teenage squirrels and birds who can't comprehend basic traffic safety being culled from the population. Perhaps they should intern with Weezer's driver.
*Here it's more like rush 20 minutes, so particularly bad luck on his part.
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