the song for today.
 

November 15
 

 
 
 
 

You may have noticed! A change! Stuff! Moving! Action!  My archives, being a snarled, frightening two plus year mess, are taking me a long, long long time to go through and sort out, because I actually have to consult with my big master directory for dates, then try and find them online.  I added another three months last night (rock on, Dana! Rock on!) and the whole horrible thing took about an HOUR.  I wish I was kidding.  Three months?  One Hour. Imagine, two years.  It'll happen, though.  Because I love you.  AND, since some snotty pain in my ass who will remain unnamed already thoughtfully brought up that I'd done everything backwards, meaning newest entry at the bottom, I switched it all so that you, precious delicate angels, do not ever need to scroll! Perish the thought! I know that scrolling takes precious moments you all can not spare! I understand that you are some busy people, I appreciate that and have switched my archives around to suit your needs better.  You lazy, lazy motherfuckers.  Anyhow.  Yeah.  Archives.  Stuff.  Very cool.
 
 
 

I do this passive aggressive thing every month.  I am angry at how much I have to pay to park, so I put it off for as long as humanly possible, sometimes waiting until the last week of the month, so I'll be paying for October's parking on Halloween.  The guys who work in the lot don't actually seem to give a shit, but the guys who work in the lot spend their entire lives sitting in a plastic booth, so I'm not sure what they get too revved up about.  In any case, there comes a point when I've waited too long, and I'll come back to the truck at the end of a working day to find a note stuck under my windshield wiper.  It's usually pretty straightforward "You need to pay your parking, Black Dodg (note:  true spelling from last month)" and I pay it as soon as I get the note.  Heh, heh.  See?  Passive aggressive.

Yesterday, I got to my car and there was a note taped to the window, and if you are about my age, or, if you're me, you will think of the exact same movie reference when you see it:

"YOUR MONTHLY IS LATE"

Immediately, I thought of that scene in Sixteen Candles, where the mom, Molly Ringwald and the drugged sister stagger up to the church and run into that little freaky midget woman from Poltergeist.  The FMWFP says "Ooh, I thought you'd had an accident!!"  and the mother replies "No, we're fine! Someone's monthly bill came early!"

Right AFTER I thought of that, as I removed the note from the window, I thought "When AM I getting my period?"  Heh, heh.  I considered throwing out the note, but it made me laugh, so I kept it.
 
 

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