I was so looking forward to sleeping in this morning, it’s Saturday, nothing on the schedule until tonight, and the cat, with her ways, she just had to get me up, first thing, for some food. Seems like she think she deserves breakfast, or something.
Laundry. Then a little tweaking on the web stuff. Yes, finally fixed on annoying glitch. Not one most folks would see, but I guess I’d better do something to get folks up to date on their browsers. Netscape 4.x [macintosh> still screws the page up some. Not bad, but you know, it looks better, and renders faster, on something a little more current.
Some of the Fat Boy Slim CDs I’ve got are pretty straightforward. One of them has that line, “Fat Boy Slim kicks ass! He’s a band of the nineties!” Couldn’t have said it better. I wonder, does that mean Fat Boy Slim is now “retro” in style?
I wonder what I was thinking when I agreed to do an airport run on a Friday morning in March? “Sure, it’ll be nice out.” “Nice” being 35 degrees by the thermometer on the side of the trailer, and me, pulling on the clothes from the night before, and the answer to the question not asked? I don’t know. I haven’t seen any of the red-headed Capricorns in weeks, in fact, the last time I saw this one, it was picking her up at the airport.
For someone as exhausted as I was, I sure did get around a lot on Friday. Stopped by the office long enough to gather up a package that the postman’s been holding for a few days, tons of coffee. The other little Capricorn I met with, after a huge BBQ meal, insisted on doing some shopping. I got a little worried as she started making pejorative comments about the nature of individuals who play indoor football, I could just see one of the teams deciding to use me **as** a football in deference to her comments about the relative lack of masculinity in such sport. Looked rugged enough to me.
That one shopping mall doesn’t have a lot of good stuff, more or less a retail space in its death throes, but it can boast about having an acceptable humidor in the cigar shop. Picked up a couple of A. Fuente “Hemingways” at a reasonable price [limit 2 per customer>. Over in the sporting goods super store, I found a couple of lures on sale, too. Always looking for fine jewelry and fishing gear. Looking at the clerk, just as tired as I was, I quoted a couple of lines from __Clerks__, “This would be a great job if it wasn’t for the customers.” “Which ones?” “All of them.”
