Geez Louise, I worked harder for more hours on both Saturday and Sunday than I did during the week, and my weeks are freakin’ exhausting at this point. And now it’s 23:58 on Sunday night and Monday’s here in two minutes.
I’m open to the possibility that I’m doing this wrong.
Meanwhile, the deadlines are coming at me like fence posts by the roadside as I’m tearing along at 1,000 mph.
I did sit and watch the lizards for five minutes while I put up the new flag. Does that count?
Gotta go, bye!
The last lights are up, the last cards are ready to get mailed out, the stockings are hung, we’ve eaten way, way too much, “Love Actually” has been watched, and the train is running.
Merry Christmas, everyone! Hug your loved ones and tell them how much you love them.
Now go wrap those last presents!
We’re out at the Disney Concert Hall tonight for the “White Christmas” singalong concert.
There are celebrities here – we’ll leave them alone if they leave us alone. No paparazzi!
It’s truly a wonderful, world-class venue. We will have to get here more in 2018, perhaps for a bit of Mozart or Tchaikovsky.
Or maybe something featuring that honkin’ huge organ hiding behind that screen! A little Toccata & Fugue in D Minor would be wonderful!
The fires in Ventura and Santa Barbara Counties continue to burn. In Camarillo, it’s still smokey & brown.
Staging out of CMA are some very big helicopters, being used for water drops as the winds allow.
Ninety minutes before sunset, the sun starts to sink into the clouds of smoke.
After a very, very, very long day at the office and enough pressure and stress so I could swallow a lump of coal and shit out a diamond, it’s good to know that Hissy and SiriuxXM “First Wave” know what I need.
A little Violent Femmes turned up way loud goes a long way. “Add It Up” indeed.
And none of that edited crap that you get on FM radio, either! I want all of my obscenities just the way Gordon wrote them! (BTW, go read the Wikipedia article on him – son of Baptist ministers, encyclopedia salesman, made good with the Femmes!)
It looks like someone’s planning on playing some of that music stuff here. I wonder who?
While we’re “Waiting For Night,” this place is like “Heaven.” We took the subway to get here, but there were other folks “Walking In My Shoes.” I hope they make it on time and “Never Let Me Down Again.”
There’a guy coughing a few seats over – I hope he’s able to “Shake The Disease” before the music starts. I don’t want to start any “Blasphemous Rumors” because I’ve got a “Policy Of Truth,” but I “Just Can’t Get Enough” of “Strangelove.”
Let’s hope there’s really music, but it will be a nice night either way. We’ll just sit and “Enjoy The Silence!”
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It’s been a long day. The Abyss and I again wrested to a near stalemate. I may be ahead on points today. (I might also be delusional, or it might be a war of attrition that I’m slowly losing.)
I did not get the opportunity to rappel at our event today. I was very, very busy elsewhere. Many, many other people did, like these two very nice people, who may be vaguely familiar. And sixty or seventy more. Plus all of those who went yesterday.
Does the Abyss need sleep too, or does it spend my night time off staring at other victims?
Is there an Abyss union? You know, like mine might be a member of the Fraternal Brotherhood of Abysses Local #6969?
Regardless of the Abyss’ need for sleep, mine is obvious.
Tomorrow we will rejoin the battle.