Much less spectacularly, I'm in College Park on campus today in the policy school, and this is just a brief blog update. I need to go to the campus gym shortly. I also have to work on my nuclear power plant safety culture write up for my strange, now contractual job with [______] that is due by Tuesday "COB" ("close of business" in dumb American corporate-speak). I need to work on this over the weekend.
Otherwise, I really have no other plans except (hopefully) seeing the usual gang -- Chris T., LP, Gary, and Kristof this weekend, listed in no particular order of preference.
The weather is pure crap -- just clear and chilly but quickly moderating temps., no chance of rain, much less snow, for the next five days -- as our cold but snowless winter of D.C. discontent continues to march towards its March ending.
There is a Full Moon in a day or two.
OK, I posted much of this on my Mr. Sirius blog but I'd like to share it here, too ...
As background, Mr. Sirius wrote on his own blog that he made one and possible multiple 9-1-1 calls over the course of 90 mins the other night because someone parked in his "secured" parking spot in his building garage. Apparently, a neighbor inadvertently parked in his spot.
While I knew he has tried his hand several times at being a local stand up comic who may or may not be more pretty to look at than actually funny, I didn't know he was actually capable of so much humor.
I think he should incorporate that into this comic stand up routine. The audience will really be laughing. I'll say.
Anyway, I was thinking of some other critical reasons for calling 911, among them: * ANY more general "parking emergency" whereby one is unable to find a parking space within a 45 second period and/or within 0.07 miles of one's destination.
* ANY fashion emergency, so that one must be hurried off in chauffeur driven limousine to Pentagon City Mall or Tysons I and/or Tysons II for an immediate shopping expedition (preferably using TARP bailout money).
*ANY friend and/or acquaintance who has a problem that jeopardizes one's social standing, or more generally causes inconvenience or annoyance. Said person shall be kept as far away as possible until s/he has either moved away, ceased to be a problem, or otherwise "gets it together."**
This shall be known informally as the Robin Givens' Principle.
YOU GO GIRL!
*ANY general transaction that does not maximize one's utility, as broadly defined, and that fails to immediately suggest that the Totality of the Universe and the meta-reality embedded therein does NOT revolve around oneself.
What a piece of work that boy is.
Last night, I saw one of my two favorite Golden Girls episodes. It is called "Not Another Monday" (the other one is "Bringing Up Baby"). It is actually a serious-themed one. A sick friend of Sophia wants to commit suicide and wants Sophia to be there for it. The climactic scene is here:
Watch it before the Lifetime "Golden Girls" Nazis force its YouTube removal:
My favorite lines: "I hear the silence..." and "We're not in this life for peace!" This is followed by, "'You wanted me here for your death. How about letting me be here for your life??' 'Like a friend?' 'Like a best friend!'" And when Sophia talks to the baby ("you're in for the long haul!"), ending with a smile and an upbeat musical flourish.
Anyway, that's all for now. Owing to the work related stuff I need to do this weekend, I may not update this blog again until Tuesday (Feb. 10) or Wednesday (Feb. 11).
**Full Disclosure: I actually got that line from a very old satirical magazine (possibly "Mad") talking about Robin Givens.