Ya know... I rarely ever call Paul at work, but...
I just did.
For me to do that means that something is going on, good or bad, that just can't wait.
(No, not Jennifer. They're the initials of where Paul works.) And, I just did that.
I think it was the third time I've done that... This time, it was about Gut Rumbles.
Now, ya KNOW this is an "emergency", right?
Something being wrong with Gut Rumbles?
Ohhellyeah, it's a "Call Paul at work, I need him NOW!" deal... I can't get... and just now, as I start this sentence, it's resolved itself, proving once again that all ya need to do is tell Paul and shit fixes itself... I couldn't get shit to post over there.
Clicking "save" got me the arrow/hour glass combo, yeah, but it did nothing after that.
It just sat there, not moving. So, I shut down completely on my end and tried again and again... nothing. I called Paul and thirty seconds later, it does it.
It posts the post. Well, good. I still got to talk to Paul for four and half minutes (my phone times calls) and Gut Rumbles is fine, it seems. Hope Paul still calls when he gets home from work.
It's been a loooooooooooooooooooooong time since we've sat around bullshittin' and cracking each other up. "Rustle." That, friends and neighbors, is the punchline to a joke he told me once, about four years ago and it STILL makes me slither bonelessly outta this chair, gasping for air, I laugh so hard when I say, hear or even think about it. The man is nuts.
But, in a good way, like me.
(Aw, shaddap... I am too "not dangerous" unless the situation warrants it. Or, I just feel like it. Liiiike, if something or somebody fucks with Gut Rumbles or Rob... You know.)
(I need a custom T-shirt, made to read "Don't start with Rob. You know how I get.") Anyway...
In other news...
My appointment at the dentists office for Wednesday has been cancelled.
They left me a voicemail earlier today.
The reason it's been cancelled is because they want me there TOMORROW (gak!), instead. Whenever... I'm just praying that Brian's novocaine needle has a smaller bore than a tailpipe.
(manIhatethisshit)
Let's just "git 'er done". And, ya know... I kinda wonder about dentists, in general. What would make a person want a career where the only guarantee is that you'll be hated, feared, bitten, have to deal with copious amounts of spit and bad breath and alla that shit? Are teeth themselves truly that fascinating?
Is it the money?
Are they all closet sadists?
What would make them WANT this for a life? I mean, there is the attraction of being a necessary evil in KID'S lives, but not even THAT is enough of a draw for me.
(Mind-movie Alert... I see me in a dentist's white coat, with the face mask and a whimpering child in the chair. "Yes, that's right, you little wiseass who can't listen or behave. I'm here to do unspeakable things to your teeth, to make you feel pain, bleed and possibly see smoke. And, ya wanna know the best part for ME? It's that if you don't sit still and LET me torture you, your parents will bust YOUR ass! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I ain't no fuckin' ELF.") Yeah.
I've got a reeeeeally healthy outlook on dentists, don't I?
Thanks, Doctor Elmer. Hope yer roasting on a spit in HELL, you nasty old fuck. *coupla minutes later*
Good God.
I just heard the most fucked up thing... A&E is gonna be running "The Sopranos". The SOPRANOS on "regular", "network" TV. This oughta be cute. Can't be sayin' "fuck" at ALL on A&E, let alone every nine seconds as they are wont to do on The Sopranos. So, I guess it'll be "The Sanitized to Death Sopranos". Somehow, the idea of big, gorgeous, totally SEXY with all that power and ability to make assholes regret being assholes then disappear... that that menacing 'ol mo-fackie, James Gandolfini, will be overdubbed into saying "Gee Willickers" or "Oh, poop" or "I'll chew yer *insert cutsey alternative cuss word* FACE OFF, you piece of... what? Cake? Pie?"... it just makes me groan.
Actually, it also makes me wince, make a face, and feel slightly ill, too. How the FUCK are they gonna air The Sopranos without fuckin' it all up? Hell, even HBO fucked it up.
HBO got me so pissed the fuck off when The Sopranos was on there, I wanted to beat somebody half to death.
(Not all the way to death, no. I wanted them left alive and in great pain for what they were doin'.)
Move it here, move it there, never show it the same time twice, take off six years between seasons... fuck that shit. I did love James, though.
His wife needs to sit down and just STFU and let that man be the man he is. I'd love it.
I'd be maintaining, and adding to, his "kill list".
I'd clean his guns, before AND after.
I'd be even more "business-like" than he is. He'd LOVE me as his wife.
He'd be wantin' a vacation from "business" with ME as his partner, lem'me tell ya. Meanwhile, I couldn't even FIND the damned Sopranos on HB-fuckin'-O, so I got pissed and CANCELLED HBO and told them exactly why. Now, it's about to be chopped to pieces more effectively than a hot car in a chopshop, no doubt, and "cleaned up" *gag, wretch* to be shown on A&E. God help us all.
*rolling eyes* Aaaaanyway....
I do believe I hear "the library" callin' my name, so I'm gonna go.
Back later and no, I didn't make cookies yet.
I fell asleep, finally.
Maybe later today I'll be baking.
Makin' chicken for dinner, so how hard could it be to switch to cookies after that?
(And, in spite of a spate of requests, no, tonight's chicken dinner will NOT be my two roosters...) Peace
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