THE LAST FIVE ...
Closing up shop
It may be time for a change
Entry in the air
Music of the moment
Or ... BE RANDOM!
2001-07-06 - 9:53 p.m.
Spam, spam, spam, eggs and spam
I find this amusing.
This is what I find on the subject lines of the Bulk Mail folder in my spam Hotmail account:
• CONGRATULATIONS!! YOU WON!!
So that's how I spent my idle time at work tonight, despite my editor sitting behind me (back-to-back though) on the copy desk.
I slept in today, something I couldn't do for some reason yesterday. I woke up a couple of times, but got back to sleep and didn't get out of bed until 11:30. I had "breakfast" and washed my car – inside and out, a good, overdue overhaul – and then went running. My plan is to make it farther each day than the day before, and I'm right on schedule with that.
But after running, I made the mistake of sitting outside on the patio with the family and let the conversation lag to the point where Mom started drilling me on Casey and her pending visit. I hate it when Mom starts asking questions about my friends, because I always get the feeling she's implying something. Which she probably is. And Jess always picks right up on it and then does it to annoy me, I figure. Ah well, no big deal. And, interestingly, one of the questions on the Family Feud this afternoon was "Name something a mother would do to embarrass her teenage son." Hugging or kissing him was No. 1. Using a pet name and showing photos were two others. Don't remember the rest now.
They've started work on the house across the street. It's the oldest house in Little Silver, going back to the 1650s or something. When the woman who lived there died, she left the house to the town to make into a museum. That was like five years ago. Conversely, another house, one around the corner, is being torn down by the owners so they can build a new one. I don't know why anyone would do that. The house is maybe 80 years old, and doesn't look that bad. It fits in with the neighborhood. Maybe that's it, maybe they want to be different. I dunno. Don't really care, either. I would if it were old and historical, though.
I'd make this a short entry, but it's too late for that. I don't know why I rambled on about minutiae just to take up space. I do that.
Oh, and someone found my site by searching for Skalcoholiks on the Washington Post website. I find that interesting.
You know Lionel Ritchie was a Commodore before his solo switchie? Yeah.
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