Effluvia

Not much going on lately. I had to call on sick on Thursday because of debilitating cramps in my neck and shoulders. I got drugs, though, and they're better now. Still not good, though, and I'm still stiff and sore. But better than I was. I met my reading/drinking friends Thursday night and had coffee. What a waste.

Saturday Sonya and I cleaned the back yard, cooked and ate lots of food and watched the entire Star Wars trilogy. This was all far more fun than it should have been.

And today I cleaned the house and made red beans and rice. They're not too spicy, but they're damend salty. And who doesn't love salty beans?

Siobhanorama!

Siobhan seems to be gettin' it regular. Hoorah, Siobhan!

Three Years Ago
I made beans then, too.

Two Years Ago
Food at the time: not dogs. I can't find a can of not dogs in New Orleans to save my life. I wish I had some not dogs, man.

One Year Ago
"...one of the flight attendants stank like a filthy pig."

A transcript of a nearly one-sided conversation I had with a coworker on Friday. I don't know why he thought we should talk, since I never talk to him because he is an imbecile and we really don't speak the same language. Keep in mind the entire time this conversation is going on I'm eating lunch and I never, ever make eye contact.

Dumbass: Did you watch Survivor last night?

Me: No.

DA: Man, the immunity challenge, they had to drink blood.

Me: Oh.

DA: Yeah. These tribesmen, they took, like, a sharp stick and poked it into this cow, and the blood shot out into a cup and they mixed it with milk and they had to drink it. And then the tribesman, he put a bandage on the cow.

Me: So they didn't kill the cow.

DA: Oh, no. Those tribesmen, it really looked like they knew what they were doing.

Me: Huh.

DA: So are you gonna watch Survivor this season?

Me: Nah.

DA: You're not gonna watch?

Me: Nope.

DA: Why aren't you going to watch it?

Me: Think I've seen enough Survivor. Besides, it's a busy TV night.

[DA wanders away, still talking, then comes back within earshot. He's talking a mangled mess of tech crap that I don't even understand.]

DA: ...and I got mine for just a hundred and twenty-nine dollars. I've heard there are some out there for only ninety-nine, if you can find them. And you can upgrade them after you buy them, too.

Me: What the hell are you talking about?

DA: It's a hard drive that attaches your tV to your computer so you can watch a show while you record something else. You should get one.

Me: Why?

DA: So you can record Survivor and watch your other shows.

[DA wanders into my cube, picks up picture of me and Sonya]

DA: Wow. What does your wife look like now?

Me: Like that.

DA: Her hair is still red?

Me: Yeah. That picture's just a couple of years old.

DA: Oh, you still dress like this?

Me: From time to time.

DA: WHat are those places like? Are they kind of like a morgue?

Me: Yep. Just like a morgue.

DA: Like with the big couches? I used to have a couch like that.

Me: Yep. Couches, top hats, guillotines, everything.

DA: Wow. You know, I think I went in one of those places once. It was in the Quarter, and it was like in the middle of the block, and there were roaches everywhere. Do you know what I'm talking about?

Me: Oh, yeah. The place with the roaches in the middle of the block. I go there all the time.

DA: Yeah! It's called the Dungeon! You've been there?

Me: Never.

And then he wandered off.

What do you think it's like to be literally unable to take a hint? I wouldn't be so rude as to barge into someone's office while they're trying to eat their lunch, but if I was I think I'd be able to figure out they didn't want to talk when they refused to make eye contact and kept right on eating.