everybody’s working for the weekend
Right now: Working and enjoying my medicine cocktail.
Tonight: Bo.
Tomorrow: James Taylor concert.
HELLO RALEIGH!
ARE! YOU! READY TO LITE ROCK?
Sunday: Knockin’ Round the Zoo?
Right now: Working and enjoying my medicine cocktail.
Tonight: Bo.
Tomorrow: James Taylor concert.
Sunday: Knockin’ Round the Zoo?
Thought this was funny. WRAL reports that Raleigh’s roads are among the bumpiest of all major cities. To drive home this point, they said:
Capital Boulevard inside the Beltline looks like a minefield. Crews are trying to fix U.S. 1 before one of the road’s craters swallows a car.
That’s a funny mental image. If there is a crater, they should throw that ridiculous “Time + Light Tower” in it and fill it with Quikrete. Let’s visit the monstrosity’s web page, shall we? No? I will plagiarize it for you. Its comments in bold, mine in italics.
Why is the LIGHT + TIME TOWER sited on Capital Boulevard? I would rather ask why it is sited anywhere.
The tower is on Capital Boulevard, one of our major traffic arteries, to celebrate entry into the heart of the City of Raleigh. ‘O joyous day, I have gazed upon some solar panels!,’ many people are known not to have said upon seeing it. If they wanted something to symbolize Raleigh, why not a statue of a bunch of crotchety townspeople taking sledgehammers to a bunch of NCSU students?
In the late 1980s, the citizens of Raleigh embarked on a program to beautify Capital Boulevard. And that ship was never seen again.
Oh well.
Going to Ohio tonight! Leaving from work early! But I have a lot of work to do before then.
Congratulations to Jason Young, who is getting married on Monday! Mazel Tov! It appears that he may have fickled it up again, and deleted his journal once more in preparation for this momentous day.
My words for the happy couple (single?) will come in the form of a reading from chapter 1 of the Book of Axl:
Don’t ya think that you need somebody
Don’t ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You’re not the only one
You’re not the only one
More congraturation! Bridget got a job! So now she is bonafide, a salary, benefits and all that. Apparently she is working for the Bonner Group, a political fundrasing group that raises money for hippies or something, but as I told her, if they are giving her some of that money it’s all good.
Why do I have “Unchained Melody” stuck in my head?
Why has Weird Al not parodied this song?
Why, oh why?
I need to watch X-Men sometime soon so I can go see X2. Speaking of movies, the new Matrix comes out tonight. La-dee-freakin-da.
I need to get out more.
Speaking of which, it was a two-Bo weekend, and I can not complain about that at all. It was Melissa’s last Friday Bo, and I presented her and Jim with commemorative BoShirts. I got them both size ‘large’ t-shirts, and Melissa wants a medium, so I have just now ordered that for her. The large I got her will be taped to my wall as strange motivation for slimming down in hopes that I will be able to fit into it one day. There is a light at the end of the weight-loss tunnel, and that light is Bojangles.
Oh, the irony is thick here.
Okay. My money has been credited to my account. Sing glory, glory, hall-e-lu. (
I would like to send Melissa a big engrish CONGRATURATION! for completing some sort of degree which will allow her to have two degrees. See below. Jim is also done today, and that is nice for him.
kisrmelsay: ton!
plutonyum80: jes
kisrmelsay: stick a fork in me
kisrmelsay: I’m DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To hell with Wachovia. They have “no record” of the paycheck I deposited on Friday in person with a teller. Well, I’m beginning the switch to SECU this week. If not today, then tomorrow. To hell with Wachovia. Lousy band of idiots they are. I am going to move my accounts out of Wachovia ASAP, and after that, I hope they go bankrupt. This time, looks like Wachovia and First Union have merged to suck like never before possible. They suck so much that you could walk into a bank and drop a feather and a brick and they’d hit the floor at the same time.
And a very special middle finger to the bloated Fat Alberta-looking waste-of-lots-of-space idiot teller. She’s tried to screw me over before, but previously was too inept even to do that, and by some stroke of fate a nearby teller cleared things up. I hope that this teller gets hit by a truck, and I can only wonder, though it may seem unlikely, whether the truck can possibly end up with a more busted grill than the teller already has on the front of her fat head.
* Note I: How much I actually mean the previous statement depends on how quickly this debacle is resolved.
Note II: Updated as of 5:57 pm – read the comments. . .
What’s happened lately? Well, a lot of stuff. I’ll come back and put all these in individual lj-cuts. Here are some teasers in chronological order:
I’m still alive.
This is another case of the “I have so much going on that I wish to write about, but that means that I’m doing stuff besides writing in my journal” syndrome.