Instead, I'm here drinking a 2000 Midnight Syrah... *sigh*...
I'm finding that the adage that "time is the most precious commodity" is really true. (Or if it isn't an adage, I hereby declare it as such.) Between my day job, my moonlighting job, my new house, and myriad other things (some of which are truly beautiful) I don't hardly have time to stop and relax.
When I have relaxed in the last little bit, I've been bitten by my own curiosity to see awful movies like Urban Legend (which I SWEAR I got for my wife). OTOH, I've recently re-seen Dr. Strangelove [etc.] which gets better every time I see it. I even had occasion to use the last scene (where Peter Sellers, as Dr. Strangelove, miraculously finds his legs after being "paralyzed" throughout the movie) IRL:
The pastor of my church didn't show up to service one day, as he was sick. As it turns out, he was exhausted to the point where he was sick in the morning, but he was out and around in the afternoon. I could just imagine one of the parishoners approaching him in public where he would miraculously claim:
Mein Führer! I can valk!
Unfortunately, I think I'm one of the only people who gets that.
Finally, I'm listening to Oingo Boingo again today, right now "Violent Love" off of their Boingo Alive double album. Apparently, it's actually an old remake of a song by Otis Rush and Willie Dixon. (Sorry, I'm too lazy to look up URLs. Google for it yourself... just don't bother googling on "violent love" alone...)
Posted by pcg at December 10, 2002 10:48 PMI know exactly what you mean. I've occassionally found myself wishing for one of those watches that stops time so I could take a couple days and catch up while everyone else waited in bas relief anticipation. Instead, I find that the harder I work, the harder I play in some kind of subconscious survival mechanism.
Posted by: alan on December 11, 2002 4:03 AM