If I ever become filthy stinkin’ rich I’m going to hire two people to volunteer for me on a full-time basis – that’ll provide two people with jobs who’ll be able to do twice the volunteer work that I could do by myself and will leave me with plenty of free time to a) volunteer on a more casual, part-time basis, preferably somewhere sunny and warm where they give you ridiculously named drinks with tiny umbrellas in them and b) think of how to spend all my filthy stinkin’ richness.
I might even do this if I’m just filthy rich, but if I’m only stinkin’ rich I might have to cut down to one full-time volunteer.
And speakin’ of stinkin’ – I just finished laundry. While I was trying to figure out which way to put the clean sheets on the bed – I never get this right the first time – I thought of those sadistic wankers at the sheet factory. I think they must have a special department dedicated to making each end of the sheet look the exact same as each other end of the sheet. How hard would it be for them to put a small tag on the bottom end of the sheet reading,”this side down” for those of us who are sheet-directionally challenged? So finally, instead of continuing to whine about it for what I am sure would be the rest of my life, I broke out the needle and thread and made a little design on the bottom of the sheets.
I also needle-and-threaded, “Sheet factory people suxors!” on the sheets. That’ll teach those smug sheet factory bastards.
Finally, I am so very excited about the upcoming Nexus One Google phone. I think Google is going to treat the Nexus One just like any of their other services – something to be given away for free (or in the case of the Nexus One, very cheaply, say sub $100) so they can gain a huge market share and then do what they do to make money – data aggregation and targeted ads. So here’s to the Nexus One being a fabulously shiny and pretty piece of hardware (and software) for really really cheap.
And in that spirit of unnecessary conspicuous consumption:
The tree is trimmed, the toy train is running and the ‘nog is on.
As I was trimming the tree this year I dropped one of those beautiful, shiny ornaments – a silver one. It seemed to happen in slow motion. I remember thinking, as it was falling, that all I had to do was reach out my hand and grab it – save the beautiful, shiny orb from destruction – but all I did was stand there, enchanted by the ever-changing reflection of tree, lights and ornaments on its surface.
Of course, it then hit the parquet floor and shattered into dozens of broken shards, but even then, all those tiny and perfect reflections of the tree in all its trimmed glory sparkled back at me.
So I dropped another one just so I could experience it all again.
image, la vida bakiwop :: 16 December 2009 :: 2 comments
I so hate that feeling when something’s falling and somehow your eyes/brain are operating faster than your hands. But at least it became something beautiful for you!
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Right? I remember thinking: Hey, the ornament is falling. Boy howdy, that’s going to break into lots of pieces. Maybe I have time to catch it. Why do I have all this time to think before it hits the ground. Huh, it doesn’t even seem to be half way there yet. Oh wow, look at the pretty lights reflecting off of it from the tree. I should probably catch it. Is the milk going bad? Maybe I shouldn’t have had cereal this morning. The Christmas tree’s reflection really does look pretty. 3.1415926535. Oh, there we go, it hit the ground.
And yes, I’ll take beauty where I can find it.
And and — it is nice to see you posting again!
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