After 3 balmy days, we're back to sub-zero temperatures and snow on the way. Have I ever mentioned how much I loathe winter?
You know how when shallow puddles freeze over, for some reason you have this thin coat of ice and then it's all air*? As a kid I used to love the crunch of the ice as I broke it in (on?) those puddles. As an almost 50 year old I still do. How fucked is that.
60 year old men look really dumb in studded jeans, Harley Davidson belts and HD t-shirts sporting glitter. Hell, anyone would look moronic in a glittery HD t-shirt! But 60 year olds particularly. Even if they do have good bodies. It's a seriously BAD look (and not in a good way).
The worst possible way to wake up on a Monday morning just happens to be my lot in life. The radio station my alarm clock is tuned to plays their "workout" on Monday mornings at exactly the time my alarm goes off. Waking to the sound of a disco mix makes the top of my "Not Fun" list. Granted, I could change the station, but I like waking to that station the rest of the week, and I'm too lazy to get used to another one**. Besides, this gives me a reason to bitch on Monday mornings. As if I needed one.
I so have to buy Watchmen. I've been wanting that book for the longest time. But now if I buy it, everyone's gonna think it's because of the movie.... But really, do I care?
And finally, a thought for you on this Monday morning:
Absolute faith corrupts as absolutely as absolute power.
- Eric Hoffer
Sounds good to me.
* I'm sure there's a perfectly logical reason that I probably learned in some long forgotten physics class for this. She who knows all, aka XUP would probably know.
** You know how when you've been waking to a particular sound in the mornings for 15+ years, if the sound changes it's just all wrong to wake up to. 15+ years. How discouraging is that. Can you spell R-O-U-T-I-N-E?