An incredibly dreary day begins in the Village with a misty rain falling throughout a warm and humid Indian summer morning. I am all for Indian summer on a nice clear day but my body seems ready for cooler weather and I just don’t need the humidity. It makes my hair curl into a tangled mess with no hope of recovery, like I spent the whole morning in bed doing nothing of any substance beyond the pure pleasure of spending the whole morning in bed. Speaking of bed, I think this might be a good morning to work from bed for a bit, seriously if you can do it why not? I like my big bed and it’s a good thing I do because the damn thing fills my bedroom to the point that most of my stuffs are just piled around it. Light a few candles, find my comps, and start the mug of endless coffee flowing and I’m ready to go.
Yes my computers, I went a little computer ‘OOC’ last night. Logged into Second Life to chat with a friend and found myself on three computers at the same time. SL on my desktop, blogs on my laptop, and Twitter on my netbook which was balanced precariously on my knees with my feet propped up on the desk. You know you are out of control when you have two mice and keep grabbing the wrong one. I just had to shut the two laps down and concentrate on chatting.
With the big election less than a week away I find myself sick of most of it. So much to do and all we talk about tea part nut jobs and their wing nut followers. It all reached a new low last night when I saw a video (l) of a Rand Paul campaign worker stomping the head of a MoveOn.org activist as security and Rand Paul himself walked by. One of the Art History classes I had at Penn State included a section on German propaganda during the Nazi era and that’s all I could think of. It scares the hell out of me that I could think of that and my country in the same vein. Scares the hell out of me.
My sports world is in a pathetic mess too. It’s hard to decide who was worse last weekend, the Phillies just losing or the Eagles giving up twenty some unanswered points in the fourth quarter to lose. I can’t get the sight of Ryan Howard watching the final strike of the season cross the plate out of my mind. Not even a swing, it just seemed a fitting end to the series. Penn State is in a state of flux too with a very young team and seemingly floundering. At this point only a win over Ohio State in early November will salvage much of their season. There are a few bright spots. For one there will be no Yankees in the World Series and the Dallas Cowboys just totally suck. There is just no other word to describe the Cowboys. And finally my sis’ hockey career refuses to die after a big upset win in her teams’ first district playoff game yesterday. I have to wait and see when and where the next game is and than maybe plan a road trip. I so want to see her play one last time but it just doesn’t seem to be in the wind. Cross your fingers.
So, all thinks considered, I think I would find it very easy to slip into one of my moods today. But than I received an email containing the video I posted just before this. I laughed so hard and just thought there is no way in hell I am going to let this effed up world get to me today. Thanks for the email!
Well the end of the month is always such a busy time of the month for me yet I find it hard to concentrate on more than one thing at a time. So I’ll have to finish here and concentrate on the important thing, working from bed.
Linkin Park - Waiting For The End