Monthly Archives: November 2007

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The first snow of the season. It was just a dusting and gone by morning but it helped the light play beautifully on the tree branches.


Yeah, yeah, I’ve been totally slacker-assed about my blog lately but damn, work has been crazy and I didn’t feel much like getting on the computer when I got home. If I had, I’d have spat out a bunch of expletives and that’s not good reading, unless you’re talking about the Bush Administration.

On an up note though, I did get to see my blogging inspiration, Emily, last week. Emily and I worked together for a while before she took a job in France where she started a blog to keep her family and friends up to date on her adventures. Emily started a blog for Mark and I as a Christmas gift in aught three but I was a bit of slacker at blogging then too and Mark took the reins. It wasn’t until last year that I decided to start my own blog, but I digress.

Emily moved back to the US a year ago and took a position in San Francisco; I haven’t seen her since her return. Fortunately, she came home for the holiday and I was able to pry her away from all her family commitments for a few hours and a few pints. It was great to hang with her again if only briefly and she looks freakin’ fantastic!! Don’t ya’ think?


Okay…she could open her eyes but she still looks fabulous and you can’t even see the figure she’s packing. Thanks E, it was great seeing you and we’ll get together in the spring when I head to the homeland for a visit!

After a couple miserable days at work I was thrilled with the turn that Thanksgiving brought. I was up fairly early and parked my ass on the couch to catch the latter part of the Thanksgiving Day Parade on the East Coast feed on the satellite. I know, commercialism at its finest, but hey, it took me back to my youth and as long a trip as that is I really needed it. I was in a dark place. Somewhere between the Koons Rabbit (way cool!) and Shrek balloons I decided I needed to take a shower and get dinner started. Yeah…it was early but our slow roast method requires an early start. About an hour later I put the bird in the oven and had just turned on the football game when I heard a knock at the door. I figured it was one of the neighbors in need of some butter or sage but when I opened the door I was THRILLED to find our wonderful friends Nancy and Carol. Now I hate when folks stop in without warning because I’m usually dressed in sloppy torn t-shirts and sweat pants but this time I couldn’t contain my excitement. These are two of the greatest women I have ever met in my life and we haven’t spent a lot of time together this year due to Nancy’s mother’s recent passing and Carol’s new grandkids. If there was ever a time for someone to just drop in…that was it!

For the next four hours we talked, a lot! We laughed, we watched the birds, we ate, we wallowed in the joy and love this spontaneous visit wrought. Life just doesn’t get any better! Those few short hours were the very essence of Thanksgiving and a great reminder that it’s the simple, pure moments, that make our time here so worthwhile. You can’t plan that…it simply happens. I wish they could have stayed for dinner but they had other plans and I wouldn’t want to get in the way of fate or karma or whatever force was guiding us that day because everything was perfect, absolutely perfect.

The turkey turned out to be the best I’ve cooked in the past few years but the potatoes had too much garlic (yes, the possibility surprised even me), the gravy was a bit salty and we even forgot to make dinner rolls (the horror!), so we weren’t caught in some “perfect” event in the space-time continuum that afternoon. But we were close…awfully close!

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Here Comes the Rant Rain

Well tonight I got a taste of what I’ll be putting up with over the next six months…people who can’t drive in the rain! Yeah…go figure. We live with rain for more than half the year and yet most folks still can’t drive once the rains settle in. My drive from work is usually 25 minutes tonight it was forty five…to travel eleven miles.

I left work and tuned into the traffic report to find that all the roads are a mess. When the main arteries get clogged, thousands of drivers get off the main roads, which they can barely maneuver when it’s wet, to take the side streets and little winding roads they barely know and drive like they’ve never been behind the wheel of a car before. Let alone on a rainy day. I’m not exaggerating here…really. These idiots hit their brakes on every curve, not corner, curve. They stop at every intersection even if there isn’t a stop sign and they refuse to pull over and let the 30 cars behind them pass. At least the school bus drivers are kind enough to pull over when there’s a line of cars behind them, and they know the roads. You’d think Mr. “I-don’t-need-instructions-I’ll-just-take-my-chances-and follow-these-other-cars” would at least pull over to avoid looking like the asshole he is for not knowing what the fuck he’s doing but no…he wants everyone to see how big an asshat he truly is. Fuck you asshat, get a GPS system in your monster truck…not to mention some balls!

And…it’s only going to get worse. Come January, if we’re lucky, we’ll have a little snow and as soon as that first flake hits the windshield some dumb fuck is going to drive into a ditch and half a dozen others will park their cars on the freeways, in the fast lane, and leave them there while they stand on the side of the road and call for help because they can’t drive in snow…which hasn’t even dusted the road yet. I’m serious kids! I know this because they have news reporters all over this town for days before the snow comes and you can watch these stupid fucks on TV…yep! It sounds funny at first but usually by noon you’re so tired of watching every, yes EVERY channel, show the same four videos over and over while you wait hear some real news you move to the computer. That is, provided some dickhead hasn’t driven into a power pole leaving half the city out of power for the next three days. Oh…it hurts to even think about it.

So, this is my fate and I live with it because I love this green state, the forests, the rivers, the hills. But I will always hate the drivers who haven’t learned to drive in one of the rainiest states in the country.

I feel better and will shut up.


I received an email from the university today warning of a planned announcement and possible protest by PETA tomorrow. It reminded me of something I wrote shortly after starting work here all those years ago when we had another PETA visit. Oddly, this was before 9/11 and reading it now I can compare the security situation that day with what we now experience going to the airport. It also reminded me that I used to smoke. Something I tend to forget now that I’m a year and half clean.  Interestingly, this happened within days of my taking this position…I should have paid more attention to what the universe was telling me.


With the threat of animal rights activists showing up to demonstrate, the university has taken extreme cautions. I sit here in my office behind 2 locked doors. Outside the second door is the sign identifying this as the administration office. It has been covered with a large manila envelope.

Proceeding down the hallway, the only door unlocked is the bathroom door. Oh…and the elevator. Which you need to exit the building since you can’t get to the stairs without a key.

Once on the third floor where there is outside access, you will find uniformed police at every entrance/exit (locked of course). The officers are all in complete riot gear. In the parking lot just next to the building are even more officers hovering near a large bus (evidently for hauling the arrestees off to jail), and a whole stable full of horses. Maybe I can get a horsey ride to my car after work.

The big guy, my boss, is in his office which is locked too. To access his office you need to get through mine. Good Luck!

The big guy came to me just before lunch to let me know that I should lock my door just as an added measure of security. Even though I can see everyone that might come through the locked front door. His reasoning is that they could easily run into my office with a camera before I could get to my door to shut it. Damn…there goes my fifteen minutes.

Ya’ know…they have gone to great extremes to be sure and let the protesters know where to find the labs with animals. It seems to me that they should put all the police in front of the cafeteria. That would be the perfect decoy and the protestors would still have something to protest. “The killing of animals for food” or “I wouldn’t even feed this stuff to my dog”.

Oh well…gotta’ go put on my sunglasses and trenchcoat and grab my ID card so I can go outside and have a cigarette. I should be back in about 30 minutes if I don’t get stopped by security.

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