The End is Nigh

I have no idea why I wrote the below but I am certain it was in regard to one of my jobs and management's meddling and making things even more miserable, while they act like the changes they are to enforce are a wonderful thing when they never are.

Stop trying to paint a holocaust in pretty pastels. Out future is grim and bleak - don't lie about it to our face.

This Girl Ain't Havin' It

Bitching with a coworker about getting Quality Assurance reviews, I said how much I loathed that the adviser would tell me all the teeny tiny Mickey Mouse bullshit things I did wrong and then try to end on a high note with some incidental bit of praise. I was so angry I wanted to say to the guy, "Look, pal, don't bother to complement my gown while you lead me to the guillotine."

 

Pneumonia

Try to say this word and pronounce the silent P. It's damn near impossible.

Wick Away

Years ago, Marina and I were searching for hiking socks for her trip to Machu Picchu. The fella at REI told us to look for ones that "wick away". We had never heard of this term and were told that those types of socks wick away moisture. That made even less sense. I still don't fully grasp how this is possible. Anyway, from that moment on we talked of nothing but things that wick away.

Marina: "Here's a shirt that wicks away. It's on sale - for thirty nine bucks!"
Star: "Jesus, fer that much money if yer drownin' in the ocean it better wick away til you're settin' pretty."
Marina: "If you're in a raft it blows you out of the water and propels you onto land.

The Office

One of my all-time favourite moments in the US TV series version of The Office, and there were many, was in season seven episode five called The Sting. Michael and Dwight were spying on rival salesman Danny Cordray played by Timothy Olyphant, who removes his suit jacket to display his hotness even more. Dwight speaks first with Michael giving one of his best lines ever. Jim just looks on in bewilderment.

 

 

 

Frank's Take on Chuck

Listening to Frank Langella's audiobook for his memoir Dropped Names was so wonderful that I have to share his description of Charleton Heston on the blog that I have left in the dust for over four years. Langella said, "He possessed about as much sex appeal as a railroad tie and was almost as humorous as a CAT scan." Oh my god, that was so funny I had to pull the car over, wipe my eyes, and then rummage in the glove box for pen and paper so as to write that gem of a statement down.

You said it, Da...

Years back, at Terri and Dave's wedding, my father and I, not fond of religious events having both been raised Catholic and had quite enough of such gatherings, stood in the lobby just outside the church before the ceremony was to begin. I looked up suddenly and saw a plaque on the wall stating that the cathedral we were in (pause - it was essentially a cabin with an alter. I've seen a cathedral, this was not one of them.) was a Protestant church. I made eye contact with my father, then tilted my head toward the plaque, one eyebrow raised. He read the words, turned his back to it, looked out the glass windows and said, "Like being in the belly of the beast."