This falls under the category of pee-your-pants funny.
Sometimes I does, and sometimes I doesn't.
I vaguely remember a Peanuts comic strip from the 1980s (probably) which depicts Charlie Brown's younger sister writing an abusive letter to some unidentified correspondent (my guess is Linus): "You're a nidiot! You are also an ucklehead." I feel like the ucklehead today. Basically, the situation is this: I've been waiting for a particular piece of mail to arrive, and this is the week it's supposed to get here. So today while at work I suddenly had this "feeling" that it had arrived, so I headed home to check. Now, I did have time for this, and I ended up having a nice lunch at home instead of paying for one at work, but the problem is that it's about -1000 degrees outside, so I nearly froze off parts of me that I'd really like to keep. The only thing in my mailbox was a bill for the previous tenant and a mental image of the gods pointing and laughing at me. Now I have to head back to work. At least this time I'll put a few more layers on. Next time I receive such "feelings" I ought to remind myself that the delights of anticipation are a lot more pleasurable than the realities of forcing myself to walk outside in such horrible weather for absolutely nothing.
Several years ago, when Christopher Guest's film A Mighty Wind was first released, I went to see it at the movies and added a tub of popcorn that cost more (at least it seemed) than the actual ticket. I got a ginormous kick out of it, downloaded part of the soundtrack, and anticipated the day I'd see it again. But J. didn't want to see it again (he ended up seeing it twice more without me), so for the longest time my Mighty Wind needs remained unmet. Till now.
Clearly I suck at blogging. There--I said it. We're all on the same page. Cancel the affidavits. In my defense, I've spent most of the summer traveling, finishing my dissertation, discovering Joni Mitchell, packing, moving to a new province (guess which one?), and just trying to juggle 5,000 things at once, as per usual. Things are well, though, although I'm not quite out of the woods just yet.
Overheard in the park the other day: man eating a sandwich and addressing a pigeon that flocked nearby: "Go home! You're not wanted here. Go home!"
Today Catherine wrote (in an e-mail, not on her blog) something about a "Cone of Silence" at her work where secrets are kept and that something I had mentioned to her would be kept "on the DL" (which I intuitively knew meant "down-low"). Which one of us is the bigger nerd?
My old pal Brin is now blogging again, thanks to my incessant nagging. Let's all visit him at http://spaces.msn.com/brinji/. He has a very moving and solemn opening post, which prompts me to develop schpilkes in my ginektigazoink.
I was flipping channels while setting my VCR to tape something in the morning, and I realized I was watching part of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. The hetero schlub that the boys were charged with transforming this week was a wannabe actor who, as far as I could glean, had mild cooking and picking-up-after-himself issues. Within about 15 seconds, the blond one (unfortunately I seem to have difficulty telling them apart) was trying to persuade the hetero schlub to consider dressing in brown instead of black. They then cut to footage of the guy dressed in a beater and boxer shorts, nonchalantly trying on outfits while the remaining fab four lounged around in various poses on his bed.