Random dumb thoughts

This page is to put those little weirdnesses of life that don't really fit anywhere else, or aren't worth a page of their own

Friday, August 01, 2003

A quick update on CVS dude.

This morning, as I was on my way to work I stopped off at the CVS to get some drugs so I could get through the day. It turned out that this is clearing up enough that I didn't actually have to take any, but I digress. As I'm checking out, my initial reaction was "thank god it's not weird dude's shift so I can get to work on time". The lady at the register was quite nice, and we started chatting. She made some kind of comment about how weird this one person was, and was surprised that someone would do some odd thing. So I said to her, "that's okay, you've got a guy here who checks out the customers in rubber gloves". "What?" So I tell her the whole story.

Eventually she realizes that she knows which guy I'm talking about. "Does he take everything out of the bin one at a time, ring each item up, put it back down and then load them into the bag?" "Bingo" "He does this with rubber gloves on?" "Yup". "That's not right". She then proceeds to tell me that this guy was in the military, and she thinks he may be faking his problems to get out. She says that he can turn on the normal/weird behavior like a switch.

So it's either one of two things -- he's bipolar with OCD which means it IS like flipping a switch, or else he's trying to get out of the military, which in my opinion is "tough feathers" -- you signed on, made a commitment, and probably took a load of nice cash from Uncle Sam. Do your tour, and don't pull a Klinger. Actually, that's not fair because Klinger stayed and did his job.

.: posted by Lily Friday, August 01, 2003

Thursday, July 31, 2003

Dear Lord, I'm about to be truly unChristian BUT--

Being home sick gives you see some amazing things. After about half a day at work today, I felt crappy enough to go home. So I'm plopped on the couch, feeling lousy and flipping through the channels. Up pops Maury Povich, and today's topic is bringing back the backup to the backup to the backup to the backup of the possible fathers of children. This isn't simply the "I don't know who the father of my baby is" show, this is the show that happens after you've flunked the first few appearances. There was one poor kid who still doesn't have a father after TEN tries. Now none of these young men seem to be sterling members of the community, and the idea of them breeding does cause me to break out in hives, but there's a part of me that has to agree just a little bit when they break out on the stage and call the mother a ho.

There was one couple that I felt a little sorry for -- a few months back a wife had brought her husband on the show to say that one or both of their kids may not be his. The older one was, the younger wasn't. Well, to the guy's credit, he's stuck around to raise the kids and today they brought on another guy to see if he was the father. Turns out he was, and it's all settled now. Yes, the husband did the requisite "ho"-calling a few months ago, but today he just seemed genuinely concerned that the new guy would try to take away "his" daughter from him. The woman was still an idiot, but at least this one can go down as an honest mistake. But some of those other women? Dang.

Another fascist thought -- while the men are in theory equally culpable in these matters, ladies, you're the ones who have to carry and raise an unwanted kid. Think about it, think about it think about it.

.: posted by Lily Thursday, July 31, 2003

Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Why "BlogThis!" is bad news.

I seem to have come down with a roaring intestinal flu. I haven't felt this bad since Christmas, when I had a very similar bout with this puppy. And because this client is right on my toolbar, I can tall you all about it! I'm sure you all really wanted to know all this :-)

I'm lying in bed, not sure which end is going to explode next, and what sucks about living along is that if you don't make it all the way to the bathroom to hurl, you have to clean it up yourself when all you really want to do is DIE. I got home at 5 pm today, and it's only now at 2:44 am that I feel alert enough to even think about sitting upright and logging on to this computer. I'm thirsty as hell, but my body doesn't seem to like it when I give it something to drink. It's liking the peppermint tea, okay -- I think I'll have to bum one of my friends to go buy some more and bring it over, as I only have two teabags left. It's not like I'm going anywhere.

Didn't you always want to know this? Have a good one....

.: posted by Lily Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Monday, July 28, 2003

BLOGGER

There's two purposes for this evening's blog. First, to try out BlogThis! -- which is a link on my browser that allows me to blog whatever my little heart fancies without having to call up Blogger on my own. It's really refreshing to have a browser and operating system that likes Java.

Second, and way more important, it's to bid a fond farewell to Ace Lannigan himself, Mr. Leslie Townes "Bob" Hope. (And let's not forget Orville Jackson -- and about this Orville there shall be no snickering, Acro-ers!). Bob always reminded me of my grandfather, just as Lucille Ball reminds me of my grandmother. Now, neither one of them are particularly funny, but Lucy reminds me of Grandma because Grandma used to be one of her seamstresses back when Lucy was a model in NY. With Bob, I don't know -- I think it was the shape of the head and the clothes -- he and Grandpa just were alike that way.

But as much as I liked Bob's movies and his somewhat cheesy humor -- and I do -- what made him so special is that he put his money and time where his mouth was, and spent so much of his time out there with the troops. Hawk or dove, you have to admire the guy -- he spent his time bringing to the troops a little bit of excitement that wasn't going to get them killed, and at some risk to himself. Even the most hardened soldier only spends a few Christmases away from home and then gets smart and kicks up his feet. Bob went out there with the USO year in and year out to one conflict after another. He didn't have to do it, and he certainly could have stopped years ago, spent his millions and everyone still would have thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread. But he kept on hoofing, and I bet there was a part of him that was pissed he couldn't get out to see the troops in the last few years.

Well, we know who the final picture in the Oscar montage is going to be now. No question about it.

And to end with what's going to be in a million blogs tonight -- Thanks for the Memories.

.: posted by Lily Monday, July 28, 2003

Sunday, July 27, 2003

Kind of a wrap-up blog...Blogathon 2003 is now over, and boy am I tired. Serious props to Stennie and Bet who did the whole thing, no cheating and right on time. I may be getting a sore throat (I have no idea why, because I was typing like a fiend, not talking like one, maybe my throat is getting sore in sympathy for my fingers), but I was able to get out today and got some seriously cute shoes and a funky red leather mini-knapsack (oh be quiet, you KNOW you want those).

One final quiz from Bet's blog -- what kind of band instrument are you? I find this one practically impossible to believe, but here it is:

What's your inner band instrument?

Not at all what I thought, but at least I'm not the percussion section. I actually showed UP to band....

Now we return to our regularly scheduled intermittent blogging schedule...

.: posted by Lily Sunday, July 27, 2003

Wow -- Jellybean was quite close on the final edition of "Wicked French". This entry was a prayer from the Fashion Bondage section, and it goes like this:

"Holy Saint Yves, Sacred Designer, Gifted Creator of haute couture, I beseech you to create just one of your heavenly dresses in my size. I have dieted like a jockey for seven years and still cannot fit into your latest creations, Your Blessed Femininity"

Well, it's been fun folks, but my sympathy is kind of running out :-) I shall be heading off to bed soon, but I hope to get up in time to catch the final hours of the blogathon! Good luck to the bloggers, and catch you later.

I also don't want to hear any crap from the rest of the peanuts when this blog isn't updated for a while. Dole these entries out!

.: posted by Lily Sunday, July 27, 2003

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