Down On Ferry Farm

I should be asleep right now, but I'm not. I had some iced tea too late tonight and now I'm wired for sound. I tried going to sleep earlier, but that didn't work. I tried watching some football. That didn't work. Let me vent a little: What happened to 'neighborhood kids'? I used to be one so I think I can comment on this. Whenever a car came down the road -- no matter what we were doing -- we got out of the way. We'd yell "Car!" to everyone within earshot and everyone would immediately dart for the curb on one side of the road or another. I drive through my neighborhood (typical suburbia) and these kids look at me like I've got eight heads. I had a kid dart in front of me on a skateboard and I almost hit him. If I had, his parents would be all over my ass for money. You can't tell parents to "watch your brat a little closer, dumbass!" because they tend to take offense to that. Another time, I'm heading to my house and I had to

You know, I should probably be in bed right now... but I'm not. Recently, I learned a new route to work. Whereas my previous route was more of a straight shot, this way is a lot more stop-and-go. It's also through a neighborhood which means I can't drive as fast. So why am I taking this new route? For one thing, it's just as fast -- if not faster. I had come home this route a couple times before, once I knew it existed. One morning, I decided to try going to work this way. My only question was that the last street I found myself on exited in the direction I wasn't going. I found a side street that got me where I needed to be. For another thing, it's more scenic. I pass through a wooded neighborhood with kids walking to school and ducks that cross the road. I then pass a lake and a large grass-covered mountain. Really cool in the morning with the fog over the lake and the dew on the grass. Finally, it's less stressful. The serene surroundings seem to subside

So I'm laying in bed this morning and I hear some noise. It sounds like a bird chirping. I nuzzle my head in to my pillow and try and ignore it. I hear it again, this time louder. What the heck is that? A cricket? It sounds like it's right in the room with me. Well, it turns out it was a mouse caught in one of my traps. I don't like mice being in my house. I don't like dealing with them. I tried to wait until he died and then I'd take him out to the trash but that didn't work. I ended up having to take him out to the trash can while he squirmed all over the glue trap. Not one of the more glamorous aspects of being a homeowner. Maybe I need to get a cat. I'm feeling a little better today. I took a shower late yesterday and I felt like I could breathe again. I didn't take any medicine before bed because I think I was over-medicated in the first place. It feels like I still have Actifed running through my veins today... no wonder I was so miserable on Frida

I think that pretty much sums it up. I really don't like being sick. I don't like that feeling of being weak or vulnerable. I don't want people walking up to me, saying "can I get you some tea?" or some crap like that. I'm not so weak that I can't get it myself. I'm also not the kind of person who takes a lot of pills -- except when I'm sick. I pop pills, I'll drink weird fluids... anything that will help get me over my sickness faster. I really dislike the drain on my energy. I like being able to do what I want to do when I want to do it. I don't like sitting at home, catatonic, watching Dr. Phil and Regis & Kelly. What kind of crap is that? It really does NOT work for me when I'm hungry and I don't feel like eating. On an average day, I'd rather drink something than eat. I'm usually more thirsty than hungry. If I could get all my nutrition from drinking, I'd probably do that. I'm not talking about those thick s

I went to see the movie "The 40 Year Old Virgin" tonight. Superman had his store closed so I had nowhere to go. The movie has some very funny moments, and some that hit a little close to home. First of all, I'm sitting in the theater about 5 minutes before the show is supposed to start (really the previews, but you know what I mean). I'm looking around thinking "there are, like, no seats left". I look over at the door -- they're still coming in. Okay, finally it slows down and the crowd stops... wait! Look! There are more people coming in. I couldn't believe it. I don't know where they all sat but we all fit in there. I love amphitheater-style seating. Anyhow, back to the movie: a lot of what he did that seemed 'weird' was stuff I could see myself doing (like collecting action figures in their original packaging). I mean, it's been so long I could almost consider myself a virgin again. Good lord. There is no way on this Earth that you

I like Denis Leary so I started watching his show Rescue Me on FX. It's a good show about a fireman dealing with the aftermath of 9/11. It's humorous at times and poignant at others. It's sexy and crude -- and I like to watch it. This week's episode, Tommy (played by Leary) loses his son to a hit-and-run driver. Death #3. Where are 1 and 2? Death #1: I'm coming back from lunch and my boss, along with her boss, is standing right next to my cubicle. My boss' office is right there, so why are they standing OUTSIDE the office? I reach my desk and sit in my chair and ask the hesitant question... "What's going on?" My boss tells me that one of the guys we worked with passed away -- the VP of Human Resources was using her office to talk to the man's brother. This man, who sat at the cubicle right next to mine, left the company (or more, he was asked to leave) about 6 months ago. It was a hard decision at the time because he was well-liked, he just was

Finally had some plans on a Friday night. One of the guys I work with is in a band and a group of us from the office went to see him play last night. The way it was originally put to me is that the show started at 8. Then I heard that his band wasn't starting to play until 9:30. In reality, they didn't go on until 11 because there were a couple of other bands that came on before them. My clothes were vibrated clean they were so loud. As smart as I am, though... I brought my earplugs. As crazy as that sounds I could hear the band much better and my ears weren't ringing afterwards. Before the show, a large part of the group met at a local sports bar -- with a country flair. One of the women that I work with (and was not expecting to see there) was there with her sister. Let's just say her sister was a little hottie and be done with it. Hottie-sis and I played a game of pool and I was Mr. Glib -- by losing the game because I sunk the eight-ball on one of my shots. I even t