First of all, there is no real writing assignment on this week’s Flash Fiction Challenge from Chuck Wendig. That’s normally the Thursday post here, but this week’s challenge calls for a very brief audio contribution.
Meanwhile, there’s a certain aspect to everything this week that makes me think I might be better off beating my head against a wall. I don’t want to inflict that mood on anyone else, so I looked for wisdom at the font of all great thought — “Animal House.”
In the infamous words of Eric Stratton, Class of ’63, “I think this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody’s part!”
Um, yeah. Not exactly a “signature look” (I hope!), and it’s an old picture. I didn’t do this today.
Between the idiotic grin (no, I hadn’t been drinking) and the hair (no, I hadn’t been drinking), I think this is why they tell you to be careful with what you post online, especially if you’re looking for a new job.
On the other hand, any potential employer who has scrubbed the internet (or simply read this blog) as a character reference regarding me and still thinks I’m the perfect candidate for the job won’t have their mind changed by this. I hope.
You only turn the Big Five-Oh once, right? We already had plans for the family to go to Arizona for Angels’ spring training (camp opens TOMORROW for the 2014 season!!) and my birthday. I surprised everyone by coming home the night before with what I had hoped would be “Angels red” hair. It was probably closer to “Orioles orange”, but it was the thought that counts, right?
The wonderful Long-Suffering Wife had made arrangements through a friend of a friend of a friend to get me a meet-and-greet with (then) Angels pitching coach (now San Diego Padres manager) Buddy Black. It was great meeting him, and despite my obviously crazed and possibly dangerous visage, I got my hat signed.
There! Is that futile and stupid enough for you, Brother Otter?
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 