That is trust in the audience.
Whatever is on whatever is left of my mind
That is trust in the audience.
Didn’t have to be anywhere yesterday, so I wasn’t. The weather was so god awful, I didn’t feel real guilty about it. Thought that if the laundry facilities in the basement were free, church was going to have to wait. It did. I came, I saw, I laundered. It was good thing, got caught up on some the hard work that my DVR had been doing during the week.
With the local professional football team having me consider becoming a CFL fan with their epic badness, I appreciated the BBC showing a handful of episodes of “Top Gear,” easily the most fun car show ever. Between laundry loads, I caught the pilot for “Eastwick” which shows a little promise. The people who used to make “Scrubs” are split between “Cougartown” and something with Patricia Heaton, which was so memorable I dove back into my book pile for save my intellect while the Bills continued to hurt my feelings. The Mets are done, but they at least took all season. The Bills took new efficiency to their ineptness, destroying all hope in just 25% of the schedule.
Got a reminder about age this weekend. I went with a friend to support her daughter bartending at a bar on Chippewa. The idea of me on Chippewa on a Saturday night is pretty comical now. Chippewa needs an old man bar back to balance the trade and a well-poured pint for those of us watching the people fest. Anyway The bar’s owners are depending on the bartenders to bring in the trade. There’s a recipe for long term success (please note sarcasm). She did fine, only problem was an owner giving her cues as to when to this or that. Dude, let the employees do the jobs you hired them for, there is plenty of time to run the bar into the ground. She has the right attitude, get some experience and bolt for better surroundings with time. The bar itself caters to the early drinker/just out of college crowd, so I felt a little out of place, not nearly as much as the skeevy perv who sat at the bar all night, eyeing the bartenders, but a merry time was had. It gave me a renewed sense of appreciation for the Old Pink.
got a twitter account and some of the followers make sense (including some of you nice folk), others I have no idea who the hell some of them are. That along with the fact that “Follow Friday” is all the rage and I don’t know the point of that have left me a little bumfuzzled. If I’m to be collected, there better be something in it for me. Am I endanger of not “Getting” a trend in all things dorklike? The horror
Maybe it was because summer was such a nonstarter, but it seems like comfort food season got here quicker than usual.
I think it is great Rio got the 2016 Olympics. It’s good for it to move around as that is the true Olympic spirit. I’m a little confused at the amount of people who rooted for Chicago’s failure simply because the President tried to help the cause (like leaders too). I understand, hell I respect, polite disagreement, but this sniveling resentment is a crappy lesson to exhibit. It’s a crappy example to set and makes me think Maureen O’dowd had a point a few weeks ago in writing that there is a faction of the population that had just lost its collective shit about the current office holder. Lousy state of affairs.
Where my head is at the moment.