Vacation
Reading my recent "lemming" post, I guess I can understand why I have such trouble explaining my taste in books and movies to people. I guess the fact that I'm currently in the middle of both Right Ho, Jeeves and Perdido Street Station (yes, still, for reasons explained below that are not the author's fault) would also illustrate that.
Anyways, I'm on vacation this week at with the family, generally vegging out and stress-free in a way that I don't think I have been since, oh, college? I mean, I realize I have plenty of stressful things ahead, but I've managed to put them out of my mind and concentrate on things like fireworks and reorganizing my contacts for the third time on my new phone (thank you, USCell tech support...) and, you know, reading Wodehouse. Which has been great. Also, not having to cook for myself, and introducing my dad to Baseball and Football, which I'm not sure he'd seen before (though he was always a big hippy dippy weatherman fan).
Heresy that it might be- I'm afraid Carlin's presentation of that seems somehow lacking, due to the absence of the wild arm-flapping and occasional forays into falsetto.
Anyways, on Thursday I head out to CO for 47 hours, and then only have a day and a half left of this blessed vacation. So tomorrow I'll have dinner with Mom, and watch Jeeves and Wooster with her, and pack, and make sure my phone and iPod are charged, and things. And so, to bed.
Anyways, I'm on vacation this week at with the family, generally vegging out and stress-free in a way that I don't think I have been since, oh, college? I mean, I realize I have plenty of stressful things ahead, but I've managed to put them out of my mind and concentrate on things like fireworks and reorganizing my contacts for the third time on my new phone (thank you, USCell tech support...) and, you know, reading Wodehouse. Which has been great. Also, not having to cook for myself, and introducing my dad to Baseball and Football, which I'm not sure he'd seen before (though he was always a big hippy dippy weatherman fan).
Heresy that it might be- I'm afraid Carlin's presentation of that seems somehow lacking, due to the absence of the wild arm-flapping and occasional forays into falsetto.
Anyways, on Thursday I head out to CO for 47 hours, and then only have a day and a half left of this blessed vacation. So tomorrow I'll have dinner with Mom, and watch Jeeves and Wooster with her, and pack, and make sure my phone and iPod are charged, and things. And so, to bed.