The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

I love being wrong

Well I love being wrong when things turn out good and I don't expect them to.

Like on Friday.

It seems that those who received my email Friday morning got on the ball and got some answers. So I should be able to begin construction by the end of this week. VERY important.

I do however question the wisdom of someone who really should know better.

Who did my boss turn to for advice in this little crisis?

Someone with early onset Alzheimer's disease.

Tells me a lot about who I am dealing with, no?

Funny, but she was the one who made the most sense out of the whole bunch of them.

Her response: "I don't know a thing about that aspect of theatre. Never did. So I wouldn't know what to tell you if I knew what to tell you."

So it seems we may be on the road to some sort of success here. I'm hedging my bets as I always do when relying on others, but it looks good. We'll see how my rep fared in the aftermath.

It's technically Monday, so I've been playing admin catchup all morning with things that MUST be done at this point in the semester.

Then it's a return to the salt mines. Ick.

The weekend was lazy and lovely. Late night Friday after a production meeting. Stuck close to home Saturday since there were chores to do and it's amateur night out there during the holiday. Saturday night was fun, dinner here and cards with friends. Sunday, caught up on projects got that little fake wall thing mounted under the tv so I don't have to look at the wires anymore, nice. Monday I laid around, read a lot so I could prepare my classes tomorrow and get ready for the build. Lots of naps. It was lovely.

I caught up on some blogs I've not read in a while. Oh Saturday afternoon was devoted to reformatting the hard drive and re-loading all the pgms on the computer. Now that chore sucked! I always seem to erase files I' don't even know I need and then spend several hours trying to find them on the internet. It all came out fine, but damn it's a drag to have to do that. It appears the trojan is gone however and I can email again.

I'm befuddled over the consternation about Obama addressing the nation's children. WTF? Like no President has ever done that before? I love the idiot woman I saw on the news who was saying she thought it was indoctrination. First of all, I defy her to define indoctrination. Second, indoctrination to what?

I've said before and I'm sure I'll have to say it again, people have lived in fear for so long at the direction of that war criminal we had as our last President, that when someone tries to do something good they immediately suspect that person of malicious intent.

I read a blog by a guy who is convinced that Christianity will be the ruin of this country. Well,Duh! Isn't it already? Just about every nutjob you see on tv or the internet is some fat white christian person. Not that I am indicting only white people. Apparently Ludacris gave away 20 cars this past weekend in Altanta to people of many different colors, and when they came to pick up their cars one of the women did a little dance and said something to the effect "Thank sweet Jesus, the Lord done brought this car to me."

Well, no. Actually it was Ludacris who worked his ass off to be successful and HE brought you this car. We can't even give human's a little credit for their hard work, it has to be handed off to some mythical creature. Pathetic. Talk about indoctrination. I get a little sick/urpy when people start praising the lord for stuff they should be giving out a pat on the back for. That God stuff gets old right quick.

Have you ever noticed that four day work weeks seem to take months to pass? Welcome to such a season. Let's hope that the universe has light duty in store for us this year.

I was tacitly corrected by the universe this weekend. I made mention in HGF that the hot shirtless guy was about to be hard to come by by virtue of the fact that the seasons are changing, and everywhere I looked Saturday morning during an errand run was an outrageously hot guy without a shirt! Talk about needing to give credit to the LORD! I said "Thank You JESUS!" more than once that day.

And so it goes:

Can you blame him?

Love