Rainy Days and Mondays
Don't let them fool you, two day old Timbits are just as good as fresh.
And speaking of my ride to work this morning . . . Look, there are a lot of things I am going to do when I hit the Powerball. Reimburse my parents for the cost of raising me. Buy Thor a new truck. Drop some fat cash on my high school. But somewhere in there, in between Doc's med school bills and a private concert by The Seatbelts, I am going to eliminate one of the banes of my existence: the NPR Pledge Drive.
As much as I love NPR, I despise the pledge drive season. For one thing, it cuts a serious chunk out of my music-and-news time. For another, it's damn tedious. Yes, I get why public radio is important. Yes, I'd love a Morning Edition coffee mug. No, I don't have a dollar a week to spend on one. Now shut up and get back to Raoul Malo or Mara Liasson or Sarah Vowell or something. When I hit the big money, these guys get two days to be rah-rah-civic duty-balance your chi-work off some karma and then that's it. Forty-eight hours to extol the cholesterol reducing and soul-saving benefits of giving to Your Local Public Radio. At 48:01 I'm going to call and offer them whatever they want to just shut the hell up already and get back to the interesting stuff. Cram it, Corey Flintoff; back to the bad puns with you Click and Clack; irritate me some more with the Pete Seeger, Matt Watroba.
Anyway, my weekend was mixed bag. Friday night I hung out in my pajamas, ate pizza, talked to the Curly Headed Freak, and just when I was about to chalk the night up to complete lazitude, Doc called to see if I wanted to come over to drink wine and whip Smokey and This Guy at Mille Bourne. In case you are wondering, the answer to this question is always "yes." Saturday was a blast and a half--we hauled out to Grand Rapids to watch the NCAA hockey tourney quarter finals with Right of Center, Sparty, and Flip. Both our teams got whupped, but a good time was had by all nonetheless. This Guy broke the bank buying us dinner (Judson's in the BOB, which I highly recommend). Speeding back down I-96 in the middle of the night, I got treated to a fabulous rant by Flip--truly a work of beauty, good show my friend.
Unfortunately, back at home things were going to hell in a handbasket and I spent most of Sunday worrying about one thing or another. Or another nother. Amongst my kith and kin, we've got four people in the hospital for various reasons and procedures today. If you have a moment, fire some prayers and kind thoughts this way. Just aim in the general direction of southeast Michigan--they'll probably land somewhere that needs them.
