March 2, 2011
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1 Dad's okay. He had stuffs, but he goes through a procedure today that will have him home today.
2 Whew.
3 I still pray. I hope you get that. It's sort of what I do.
4 He's my Dad, man.
5 Anyway, he's okay once again, and once again, he's the man.
6 I wish forever that I could be half the man he is.
7 That's about all I have for you on that one.
8 Thanks for the prayers.
9 They still seem to work.
10 Moving on, Part the First: I sort of watched American Idol last night.
11 Holy Moly.
12 I caught three guys in my dizziness who managed to come through big time.
13 James Durbin came on and kicked my booty, which is hard to kick.
14 This cat named Jacob Lusk was next, and kicked me even further.
15 And finally, this guy named Casey Abrams brought it home.
16 You all should tune in to Am Idol.
17 Enjoyable, GREAT night.
18 It is living up to its hype. And I seldom say that.
19 Good times.
20 I missed a coupla early birds, so I might be leaving some guy out of this, but what I saw impressed me.
21 And I'm not easily impressed.
22 I was all ready to cook some huge dinner, and realized that I was more interested in watching than in eating. This is a good thing. Good diet. I wound up having a garden salad for dinner.
23 The trouble with all of it is I was pretty unprepared to take notes and stuff, so it really unfolded sort of magically.
24 Most stuff nowadays is contrived and not worth my time.
25 When Charlie Sheen somehow dominates the news, it isn't news. It's made-up news.
26 My conspiratorial nature figures it's just the Man trying to control everybody's thoughts so that everybody agrees on things.
27 My conspiratorial nature is usually right on the money.
28 It's nice being older sometimes.
29 Moving on, Part Two: This week is moving pretty swiftly. It began with no sleep Sunday night, went into massive worry about Dad on Monday, and huge technical failures on Tuesday.
30 I had planned on using my laptop to throw some Renaissance music out to my students while they worked at their desks, and suddenly the sound stopped working completely.
31 Today my plan was to teach Shakespearean language, and then let the students read along with a CD so that they could hear the poetry and all.
32 I usually use my laptop for that. In fact, I no longer even own a CD player. I have my school laptop with an audio out to an iPod deck when I need CD's.
33 Well, my laptop audio is fizzled. My home laptop is in emergency at the Geek Squad. I stopped at a couple of stores yesterday iso a cheap CD player that has an audio out. The only thing I could find was a clock radio with an audio in.
34 Sign of the times. It also had a book that was a half-inch thick on how to program it.
35 Looks like I'm going to do a staged reading of Shakespeare for forty minutes today, each period.
36 The thing is, I bought a class set of Romeo and Juliet a few weeks ago in anticipation of today, so the students wouldn't have to lug huge books to school. They're paperbacks, and in dandy shape.
37 I've nursed them to this point, and today was supposed to be the day that it all connects. Remember, they are mostly freshmen, and around ninety per cent of them have never read Shakespeare before. So it's always a great connection when it finally happens.
38 Who knew that TWO laptops would go down?
39 Ah, whatevs.
40 If that's my only concern, then I have no real concerns.
41 Moving on, Part the Third: Even though it's 3 a.m. as I concoct this boushit, I still managed to log in four hours of sleep, with three to go. This strange means of going to sleep early and awakening, then going back has kept me really alert and on things lately, with the exception of Sunday night, and my worry about Dad on Tuesday.
42 Moving on, Part the Fourth: Non-concocted news is the recent surge by the Sharks. Their recent simbiosis with goalie Antti Nieme is no fluke. They signed him to a four-year, $15.2 mil contract. So I should be able to lie down and get back to sleep in a nice, dreamy fashion.
43 So I'm going back to bed, and OOOOOPS! My LOUD cat is yelling, "OW! OW! OW! OW!" which he manages to do EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. I'm going to job him out to Satan so that sinners can suffer their foolishness, I swear to you.
44 He doesn't really want anything. He claims he needs me to get up and turn on the faucet in the bathroom, because water in bowls just doesn't work for him.
45 So I get up, turn on the faucet, and he usually shuts up. Except EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. And he will jump down, leaving the faucet on, since paws can't turn faucets off. And then he will howl again for no reason.
46 I've learned to ignore it and sleep, but tonight, the very second I wrote that I was going to get a little sleep, he got his Jimmy Page thing going on. I think he's as old as Page too.
47 Yeesh.
48 Sorry to bother you with all of this. It's a nightly ritual, and he is LOUD. He's quiet now, because I dosed him with some hardcore Ny-Quil. He's sleeping like a panda now, plus his sinuses are clear as can be.
49 I'm gonna conk out now, wake up later, and wish you a good day.
50 For the record, I didn't dose my cat. It was a poor attempt at humor. Won't happen again. I swear. <yew dun belief me>. I wouldn't. = ) <------sideways smile dude.
50 Peace.
~H~
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