Possumblog

I sure wish--

--that I had remembered to email myself the file I had been working on Friday, rather than two files I didn't really need. That way, I could have worked on my stuff yesterday and probably gotten it finished and been able to play all day today with this Internet thing. Instead, I am now behind in my appointed tasks, and I have to get them done. This discombobulation was made even more frustrating due to the fact that this morning I drove right by the laundry without dropping off my clothes, so I had to turn around and go back, and then I finally hit the Interstate and cruised along uneventfully, rueing the fact that I had not e-mailed my work to myself when I remembered that I had INDEED done something similar by using the handy Yahoo! Briefcase feature, which lets you store files online so you can retrieve them later. So, I COULD have done my work at home yesterday, had I only remembered what I had done before I left Friday. And THEN IT OCCURRED TO ME that when I got to work today, I was going to need my handwritten notes. Handwritten notes that sat neatly beside the computer at home. Because that's where I left them when I left this morning. SO, I had to make a hasty exit at the I-20 ramp and go all the way back home and get the notes, THEN come to work, and then try to explain why this crappy post is probably going to be the only thing you see around here today. Which I have just done.

Highlights of the weekend past? Well, grocery shopping on Saturday, which is Reba's idea of us all getting out and doing something together as a family, and which I tend to think of as one of the side rooms off of something around level 3 in Dante's Hell.

Let's see, there was laundry. As always.

Sunday, I watched the Indy 500 only because it was on. Only saw the last few minutes of it, enough to know that CBS's commentary crew must have been retrieved from an asylum. How else to explain the odd phrasing when one of the goobers said something about Danica Patrick getting out into the lead, and trying to maintain it, and saying that whatever she'd done was the thing to really 'turn the trick.' Ahem. MORON! They were full of stupid crap like that--and I just saw the last few minutes of the race!--and I'm so full of disdain for them I don't even want to go to the CBS website and find out who these eeediots were. Oh, and by the way, nice comments from David Letterman, who was very gracious. I realize it was his off day, but dude--shave, okay? You look like Snuffy Smith with that stubble.

Also watched the Coco-ler Six Hunnert. I'm getting tired of all the theatrics. Run the race, guys. There has always been a certain amount of bumpin' and rubbin' in NASCAR, but it was held in check by the fact that budgets were small time, and if you broke too much stuff, you were out of business. The big time has meant a lot more folks watching, which is good, but the sport is awash in money, which leads to a wastefulness that's not very pleasant. All the smoky victory burnouts and tearing up the infield and such, and the rise in deliberately collisions, I just don't think it's good for the sport in the long run. If I wanted to see the demolition derby, we've got plenty of bullrings around here to see that kind of thing. Run the race, run it clean, and if you win, act like you've been in victory circle before.

Yesterday? Rain. I had intended to cut grass, but it was soggy, so we hibernated and I watched the kids play PlayStation 2 all day. And alternately perused the Volvo parts catalog and snored on the couch. And I got Rebecca to do a bit of learning to type on the computer. And did some cleaning up after a certain wife of mine who isn't quite the neatest cook in the world.

SO. That's the abbreviated version of the weekend. Now I have to do my paying work, or risk ceasing to receive pay.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at May 31, 2005 09:43 AM