Thursday, November 30, 2017
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
It Just Needs A Little Love
I thought it was cute when he would say, "It just needs a little love," each time he showed the tree to another coworker.
Friday, November 17, 2017
Rampage!
I used to like playing the video game when I was a kid.
But the video game was just a silly send-up of King Kong and Godzilla movies. Now you want to base a movie on it? It makes me think of The Producers movie that was based on The Producers Broadway play that was based on The Producers movie. Are you kidding? How do things like this happen?
Elementary Thanksgiving
The worst part was, I looked around and saw that a bunch of people had brought their own lunches, or stuff from Subway, or Whattaburger or whatever. I didn't know that was an option! I figured you weren't invited if you weren't paying the $4 and eating the cafeteria food. That experience could have been so much better.
Timon
Saw a news story where an adult man was being interviewed, and I was horrified to find out that his name was Timon.
Someone please jump in and tell me that Timon is actually a common name in Africa and that the story writers from Disney did a lot of research in preparing that movie so that I'll feel better about the fact that someone named their child after a character from a Disney movie.
But then I'll have to tell you that the guy was white.
So, hopefully, at that point, you can jump in and tell me that there are lots of white people living in Africa and that it's perfectly normal for a white dude to be named Timon.
I could really use having this conversation right now to restore my faith in humanity. What I could really do without is someone telling me that their child is named Pumba, or that they know someone who named their kid Eeyore.
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Deep Impact?
I broke my phone and now it can't charge. I'm at 65% and when it gets to 0% its done forever. I wonder if this is what it will be like as we all wait for the asteroid to come annihilate us all...
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Dishwasher Blues
We waited way longer than we should have, as we always do, because repairmen are usually expensive. But finally, we got one out this morning. He looked for a few seconds, then said, "did you know your dishwasher is on a switch? This light switch here turns the power on and off to the dishwasher, and it's turned off."
So, we've been living without a dishwasher for months, and even bought a whole new one which wasn't cheap, because the switch that didn't seem to do anything had turned our dishwasher's power off.
Monday, November 13, 2017
What Are You Doing?
"What're you doing?" He asked.
"Oh, uh, we're on our way to the beach. It's 81° (27° c for y'all outside the USA). My wife wanted to watch the sunset from the beach."
"Oh..." was his only response.
I miss home a lot, but there are some advantages to living here in Houston, I guess.
That's a weird picture of me. My stupid phone automatically puts a smoothing filter on any pictures I take from the front camera so I look like I have perfect skin, but also my stubble turns into some kind of paste I spilled around my lip and chin. I can handle growing old, camera, just take a picture of reality, please.
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Somebody Dropped By
Look who I ran into at work today!
In case you don't know, that's Carlos Correa, shortstop for the world-champion Houston Astros baseball club. Kind of cool to have someone like that show up at work on a random Tuesday.
Monday, November 6, 2017
Lex And Taylor Or Taylor And Lex
Maybe others won't find this as hilarious as me, but I complain about names a lot.
We had two dancers on our show today promoting their touring show. They were Lex and Taylor, a guy and a girl. When they went to interview them, the director said over the RTS, "wait, who's who? Which one is Lex and which is Taylor? Does anybody know?"
She had supers for each one, but didn't know who to use them on. I suppose that problem will be more and more frequent as people continue the proliferation of neutral names, but I'm just an out-of-touch, grumpy old man.