Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

divorce granted

Kidd and spouse seeking divorce. Well, I'd say, "granted", but you have to hash out custody and property.

The wife claims he beat her before they married. Huh ... she still married him, then shut up. He bought half-million dollar jewelry to say, "I'm sorry". Being a "serial adulterer" just means the person is a jerk and notes, "divorce needs to happen".

Let's see if I get this right. The entertainer, basketball star, beats you with fists and objects, including while you're pregnant. He's having a number of "extra-marital affairs". You stayed with him all that time ...
[thinking (computer voice "working")]

Relationship was over before marriage. Proceed with divorce. Pity is denied.

Next.

Blazer vs snow

On the way to work I got to see two vehicles ditched from bad driving. Thankfully I was not one of them. I tried to stop at an intersection on the highway, but ... the snow didn't allow me, regardless of ABS, so I slid through hitting no one.

I saw a blazer down the ditch, across part of a tract and into an animal fence (cattle or the like). I guess the SUV didn't do well with that driver.

news of the weird

The phone rings and I answer.

A woman is calling on her cellphone. She is trapped in the ladies restroom and can't get out. I didn't laugh, but was rather befuddled how you can do that, but ... I called a woman to go help her out of the restroom, whatever that means.

60s & 70s

The town where I work has few radio choices ... so if you like the 60s and 70s, it's the town for you. There is also a sports channel, a Gospel channel, and a country channel.

"So what kind of music do you play here, anyway?"
"Oh, we got both kinds, country and old pop."+

I know this because I heard "Disco Duck" before I left. The working center, where I spent my time, is crazy when it's busy. I hope I get faster, better, more accurate ... bionic. I'd then like my own sound effects.

+ paraphrased from Blues Brothers

Stupid & Stupid

Stupid body clock: 6 am, rise and shine. That really doesn't help me when I still struggle to fall restfully asleep.

I am slow and not very good at parts of my job. Supposedly, they are alright with how I'm doing, but I am not happy with me. I returned home feeling -- "stupid" with an Uncle Sam pointing at me "St-you-pid".

CBN

I'm sure at one time CNN had news as the center, but talking about an L.A. sign writer, "I'm sorry Jenny". It's time to turn off the network.