Time to reboot

I may be taking a little time away...I dunno...I just know I need to rethink a lot of things...don't worry I'll let you know before it happens....

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

I am having really weird dreams as of late.

Last night there was a woman with a major facial hair problem. No, it wasn't that she was a man masquerading as a woman...she really was a woman.

Then there was the dream where I was caught by my mother having sex with a guy and decides that everyone else is going to sleep in that room with me. Why? I have no clue.

Then there was the dream where I couldn't find my shoes. That was the entire dream. I can't find my shoes.

Maybe I need to start smoking crack again.

Depressing Reading

Every year the rugby team "adopts" a couple of families at Christmas through the Santa Claus project via the US Post Office to help provide a Christmas to an under-privileged child.

One of the guys on the team works with a similar project at his office and offered to let us peruse a few of the letters he had rather than heading down to the post office after work. At lunch I read through all of the letters we had been provided and felt bad because there was just no way in hell that the team (or anyone else for that matter) is going to be able to get some of the things these people want...

There were at least three pleas for computers or laptops. Two people asked for Game Cubes or an XBox. There were a couple of MP3/CD player requests as well. I know it's kind of a "shoot for the moon" thing when people write these letters but I feel bad because there are kids who REALLY want these things and you can practically hear the begging and...well...it made me sad. I hope there's someone out there with the deep pockets to help them out with what they want but I don't think it's going to be us...

Of course, the fact that we're actually going to be giving them gifts rather than sending them back letter saying, "Santa died last week" or "Santa doesn't like you" as suggested by one Scrooge (although a lovable one at that) is a good thing....

Subway Suffering

If you've lived in NYC for a while you know...you just KNOW when someone is going to try to cut in front of you to get on the stairs so they can exit just a second ahead of you. You know the way they position their bodies and how they stand just so if you hesitate for a second they can swoop in and take that small space that you've somehow made available to them.

This happened to me this morning. Of course it happens every morning but today we have an exception. As I'm heading to the escalator's fast lane (the left side for the uninitiated), this woman was clearly trying to cut in ahead of me. Deciding that I didn't want to physically harm the woman by blowing by her at top speed so I paused and motioned for her to move in ahead of me. We'll call this woman Pink Lady because or the color of her raincoat and not because she resembled a mid-70s female Japanese singing duo who had a horrible variety show in the US.

Pink Lady: Thank you.

646Guy: You were going to do it either way.

Pink Lady: No I wasn't. Did you think I was being rude. I wasn't being rude. Maybe you haven't had your morning coffee.

646Guy: Maybe you need to let me enjoy the remainder of my commute to work in peace.

Of course, that's where it should have ended. I say should have because after this point I didn't say another word. It was the lovely black woman behind me who took up my cause on her own accord. We'll call this woman Sassy McSasserson because if there was ever a sassy black woman it was her...

Sassy: TOLD YOU!

Pink Lady: What?

Sassy: He told you!

Pink Lady: I wasn't being rude...

Sassy: Lady, you know what it looks like when people are going to cut in front of you on the stairs and I know what it looks like when people are going to do it to you and you know damn well you were doing it so stop giving us the holier-than-thou-my-shit-don't-stink routine because it ain't gonna work.

By this point we were at the top of the escalator and Pink Lady was as pink as her raincoat and I was grinning like an idiot because, granted, I didn't get the peace that I had requested, but I did get to hear Pink Lady get shut down and rather effectively.

And that, my folks, helped make my morning...

How About Giving Yourself Heart Attack?

I just emailed my votes in for the new slate of rugby board members and for some reason a copy of it landed in my inbox. For a second I thought I had emailed it to the entire team but it just went the person it was supposed to go to but I wonder why I got a copy of it...

As far as I know it didn't go out to the entire team but we shall see...

Pause to remember

Did anyone else notice...

...that Mary Alice's husband first hit Mrs. Huber with the blender she stole from Mary Alice after she died (in the first episode) before he strangled her???

Gotta love it...