I couldn’t plug this into the scopes, so I just put it here. I suppose it should be filed under “too much time on my hands” department. Wait, isn’t that a lyric?
“Yeah man, it was one of those ‘one hit wonders’ from the 70s.”
It was a belated brunch on the east side with a glowing Pisces, which in the minds of some, might refer to a fish that comes out of my lake. Then it was off to Wal-Mart – on a Sunday before Xmas – what was she thinking – and from thence to pick up another Pisces and rendezvous with the journal folks.
There’s a law someplace, governs the way the wheel of commerce churn along. We found a really short check-out line at Wal-Mart. Me with a few fishing items and her with a few fish items. Just then the checkers decide it’s time for a cashier change. So two women are standing there, with their blue smocks on, and I’m flipping through the pages of the Weekly News of the World Tattler Tribune Enquirer. Some tabloid.
“Look, it says right here, an asteroid will be coming out of Scorpio to smash planet Earth. Figures it would be a Scorpio!”
“Weather patterns are going to be weird! Wow! Who’d a-thunk that? Like an extra ten inches of rain this fall?”
I made some other comment, too, but I don’t recall.
“I hope I didn’t offend them,” I noted, as we departed.
“No Kramer, they were amused. I’m sure.”
I think it was punctuated with a roll of the eyes.
From there, it was way far north in Austin, almost to Waco, might even be Ft. Worth, to a restaurant and I was wondering if there was tissue, in case I got a nose bleed on the high overpass, I mean, so far north. I was with two avowed – along with myself – South Austin Snobs. And proud.
“Breakfast served all day” which, as I thought about it, might be a good tag line for something here.
Jette tapped me for undefined services in an undetermined capacity since I had the temerity not to join the holiday dailies list thing. I was trying to explain, it’s a list that encourages people to write every day, and to post in their web-journal-log-blog-whatever every day of the holidays. I do that anyway. Matter of form. Besides, I’ll be out of town. I can’t play.
So over the pancakes, who would think that pumpkin pancakes would mix with gingerbread pancakes so well, I found out why I was desirable in an undefined capacity for an undetermined role that still lacks definition.
“Yes, Kramer, you lack a certain, how can I put this delicately? Class?”
I took that as a compliment.
Unrelated:
Still no Mary or her kiddo in the tortilla – can’t blame me for trying, though.
Unrelated – coming to terms:
I’ve got an essay that I’ve erased twice now, for lack of working introduction, it’s a simple, “So you want to be an astrologer” piece, done for my own entertainment. Which lead me on merry little chase through the internet to look at the weblog awards. Which lead to me to understand a few points, I mean, as I was flipping through various nominees, and I didn’t dig into their processes, but it’s all stuff I’ve seen before. Same voice, different day. Some of the design awards – I just didn’t get. Nothing too spiffy.
What I did see were the “A” list, first-tier names. But from what I’ve seen in the past, we got plenty of local talent who can code, design and write rings around some of those (“A-list”) folks. Of course, we’re already in Austin, why go anywhere else?
One of the terms I had to come with was the fact that I’m not A-list. Not even a B-side that becomes a second hit. I’m probably not up with the C-list, either. Does it matter much? There’s a certain pleasure that comes from being anonymous. Means I can scamper about barefoot and fish on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon – in the middle of the shortest days of the year.
I suppose, to break into that A-list category, what I’ll have to do is get a lot of money for tortilla that has a face on it.
I’m working on it, one flour tortilla at a time.
