Friday, June 19, 2009

It is Friday isn't it?

I'm brain-numb, not the good I just hoovered a Glacier Mocha from Island Espresso kind either.

Has anyone else noticed how oddly long this week was? Was it a stretch in the space time continuum mixed with nearing Summer Solstice and being trapped between the line painter and the traffic cones, or what?

I keep catching myself doing a doubletake at the spikes sticking out of Pillar. Those props have some massively impressive wingspans. Although, I still think it looks like pieces of the Iron Giant have taken residence up there. I'm just waiting for it to up and walk away one day.

I've had to look twice several times at those owls they have perched all over the Kasheveroff building. Someone was telling me a story about having those at a cannery too, to keep the seagulls off the dock, only they apparently only worked in the dark - so you could hear the owl hooting through the night but the seagulls by that time were sleeping.

Now that I've wiped away a few more moments from the clock it doesn't seem to have ticked past as quickly as I thought it would. It truly is the week that would not end.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

facespacebook tweeting and empty caloric value prayers

I was hovering over S.O.'s shoulder and their interesting dissection of classmates from every clique and posse in KHS. My friends list isn't quite as diverse, a couple of college buddies, a couple of family members, couple of work buddies, most just like me, occasional lurkers, but not really 'in-to-it' per se. I enjoy seeing the occasional status update, when someone is doing something especially adventurous, or remotely entertaining, but wow. . . . S.O.'s peeps are, are... hmm, remarkably, I don't even have a word for it.

The one that tipped the cow posts multiple status updates all asking for people to pray for her for one thing or another. I'm all for praying for people if they are sick, dying, needing a miracle... but it seems trite to pray for someone that they make it out of StarBucks with their triple non-fat latte moccacina. If there truly is someone listening, why would anyone want to waste a wishful thought on making it through a soccer game and a ballet recital all in one night? Sure, pray they make it safely, but don't pray for the strength to sit through the events. Although in hindsight, maybe neither were particularly talented, which I guess qualifies as prayer-worthy if it was torturous, but somehow I find that unlikely.

Promoting Nutrisweet prayers gives me all the more reason to avoid religion. I'll stick with my Magic 8 Ball, Birthday Candle, and Shooting-Star wishes. Save the prayer lines for the protesters in Iran, the flight crew whose pilot died in the air, the will to make the best decisions we can with the information we have...

On other absurd news. Did you see PETA is getting all riled up about Obama killing a fly? No chopsticks involved, but it was a pretty good move.