Radiogurl a la Carte

Thursday, Mar. 16, 2006
The Almost-The-

It's Thursday!!! One more day to go until it's the weekend, and man... am I EVER ready.

We were on the run yesterday from 5:30am to about 8pm, virtually nonstop. We didn't even get home until about 6pm, then had another two hours of work from home. I'd planned to make fajitas for dinner last night but since it was that late, so much for that plan! We did a Chinese buffet for dinner and Subway for lunch. We rarely eat out (one of several bonuses since MC's been here) so I'm not going to stress over the calories and fat and such that came with those meals.

For what it's worth, the TV computer systems are mainly located in the same building where I work, so on the days MC works on that project, he just rides in with me. Our lunch hour yesterday consisted of my making a Subway run, followed immediately by us scarfing down the food while doing three other things simultaneously. Each.

It's kind of interesting. One of the other ladies here decided to sign up for E-hominy E-harmony, in part because she knew I'd met MC online. The man she met arrived here from out of state a few days ago - and yesterday proposed to her on the radio. (The other station. I'd have given him a swift kick if he'd tried that here.) Mind you, I've been talking to MC for months now, and while we've discussed the subject, even nominally agreeing that it's in our future, we're definitely not breaking speed records getting to the altar. I sweetly assured MC that if he ever did something like that to me, he'd better be prepared for a rejection.

To give you an idea of how twisted this man can be, he replied, "That's good to know. I won't put it on the radio. I'll put it on the television. I'll come get you, turn to channel XX and you'll see it flash on the screen."

The SOB.

But I digress. For what it's worth, while I threatened him with bodily harm if he ever actually does something like that (which, come to think of it, was probably like saying, "Sic 'em!" to a dog,) we're still good. At least he didn't propose to me the day we met, which would've gotten him a hard landing on the freeway while I kept driving 55. He knows the difference. We've both been excruciatingly clear on the need to take our time and to be sure before we make any (more) rash decisions.

There's a possibility of another snowstorm here this weekend, though hopefully nothing on the scale of last week. Since my last post, I found out some parts of the community got 48 inches of snow. Frankly, we were fortunate in this area; snow actually left Globe (where I lived before) in a three-day blackout, with no way in or out for the duration. All highways in and out of town were impassable and the power company couldn't get there to effect repairs. They're below us in elevation but because this kind of snow is nearly unprecedented there, there was absolutely zero preparation until it was too late. I think I might invest in a shovel this time, just to be on the safe side!

A couple of things I saw this morning that I thought were just cool:

Today is the 43rd anniversary for Peter, Paul and Mary's drug-free ditty, Puff, the Magic Dragon. Despite a whole lot of allegations that the song refers to marijuana or other goodies you inhale via smoke, co-writer Peter Yarrow is quoted as saying, "When 'Puff' was written, I was too innocent to know about drugs. What kind of a mean-spirited SOB would write a children's song with a covert drug message? " I still smile every time I hear the song. I think it's a contact smile.

As tornadoes have roared across the south and midwest over the past week or so, there have been a lot of stories of tragedy, but here's one that just blows your mind. (Pun not originally intended, but when I wrote it and realized, I figured what the heck.) An Amish family in Missouri was one of the families whose home was flattened by a twister. But as testament to the power of friendship, their neighbors collected the next day and rebuilt their entire home in 15 hours.

I haven't yet decided if this is cool or not. There's a new Indiana Jones film in the works. Yeah, I know, it's been said forever. But apparently Harrison Ford told a German magazine that the script finally got the thumbs' up from both him and from producer Stephen Spielberg, and they hope to film soon. ("Soon" has been interpreted as sometime in 2007, though Ford reportedly wouldn't speculate on the time frame.)

Harrison Ford is 63 years old and will probably be 65 before the film is released. What's the title going to be? "Indiana Jones and the Last Social Security Check?" Mind you, I'm not young and I really would like to see another film. I just worry that it'll blow off all the good things about the original movies. In a best-possible scenario, Indy will turn over his bullwhip to a younger man without sacrificing his attitude or his rakish grin. Something tells me that isn't going to happen. I just hope we don't see an episode 7 entitled "Indiana Jones: Escape from Dementia."

Then again,Sean Connery was perfect in the third film of the Indy series and he obviously wasn't a child at filming. He pulled off the whole "dodging bullets and digging through skeletons to find the treasure" scenario and did it with his usual panache. If Ford can do that, more power to him.

I'd better get my butt back to work for now. This weekend I'm taking time off, so help me. As in, not working. At least, that's the plan...

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )