January 10th, 2004

I have so many stories to tell and I’m too tired to do it. Which is no excuse, really, but I do have to be up in a few hours to return to my workplace where for eight hours I’ll stare at a wall. No, make that six hours. The other two hours I’ll be in the kitchen stealing bites of cheese and nuts.

I bought (with more than a little help) a car yesterday. It’s an ’84 Volvo Turbo sedan. It’s nifty, but I hadn’t driven it for twenty minutes when I tried to clean the windshield and the wipers stopped working. A few desperate phone calls later I figured out I probably blew a fuse. How did I get to be 31 without know that there are fuses in cars? And that they might potentially be changed? I have to admit that I felt pretty manly when I popped a new fuse into my fuse box (cars have fuse boxes?!?) and suddenly I had wipers again. Of course the whole debacle took about five hours, and I had to go to a party wearing Duckwear (our affectionate name for the clothes we wear to work) but at least I have a car. I’m spoiled by my dad’s BMW, but now he gets it back, and things start to settle in my world.

Elizabeth called my car “Easter Egg Blue”. Heh heh.

When’s the last time anyone actually kept gloves in a glove compartment?

My brother Steve drove up for the evening, and we had the unfortunate experience of choosing “Mona Lisa Smile” as the night’s entertainment. I think he enjoyed it more than I did, but I think he also gets a little bit more pleasure from the casting choices. Although there is something about Julia Roberts laughing out loud on screen that is worth the price of almost any admission. Pretty sure she didn’t laugh once in “Mary Reiley”. Oh, god, what a piece of yurk that was.

And why do networks now have to bleep out “god” when people say it in movies? “The Breakfast Club” was on the other day and I only made it through to the scene where my favorite stoner ever, Judd Nelson, calmly looks at the principal and says, “Eat…. my…. shorts.” They blipped out “shorts” and substituted “socks”. I threw my sandwich at the screen and had to take a walk.