29 January 2011

"Quick" update on life, love, movies, and derogotory misogyny.

Damn. I really should try to keep up with this confounded contraption more, but what with the current geo-political climate and the economic crisis and the never ending task of life I just don't think I can get near a computation machine as oft as my heart desires. And truthishly (5 points for naming the reference), I am surprised that I have the time to get here now but I figure a quickie is never a bad thing.

So let's get down to the brass tacks as they say, well at least that's what my dad says they say. I really don't put much trust in this omniscient "they" as "they" seem to always lead me astray.

Right, update. Yes, that would be most good, Newland, most good. Okay, okay, I promise I am getting to the update, I am just in an odd sort of way this eve and find that when I'm feeling funny (funny HAHA, not funny queer) I throw in random bits of movie quotes to jazz up my spectacular vernacular.

Alright, is everyone settled? Good, then I'll begin.

The week began like any other, on a drab and dreary Monday morning. I say morning, it was more like mid-morning right between the time you would stop considering a meal 'breakfast' but just a skosh(e) before you might take a brunch. I had slept in a bit, recovering from a Sunday night filled with long palaver and coffee of the Irish persuasion. The phone was chirping away as I had already missed a call or four. Hint: It was four.
The physican had called to remind me of my follow-up exam in the afternoon, the office called (and on my day off) to tell me I had forgotten something of non-consequence, and mother had called..twice.

The first call from mother was to invite me to lunch on the morrow, very out of the ordinary I thought as her and father mostly dine out these days as it is quicker and there are no children afoot. I resigned to the fact that I would, in all likelihood, go to appease her. Until I heard the second message she left. The second message which was left about 3 minutes after the first was to inform me that my presently forgotten sister, along with her brood of lecherous heathenry, would be at lunch as well. I then decided not to go.

The short version of the reason being that my "sister" has still not acted according to my standards of couth and civility and I refuse to be goaded into a situation by others when she should be the one initiating such proceedings.

So I go to my doctor, everything thankfully checks out fine aside from the liver pain I had been suffering which he said I just needed a flush. He put me on a liquid something or other and I have since felt fine. I skip lunch Tuesday and life is peachy.

Wednesday was a festive day filled with happy news indeed. Father got word that the job he was after was his if he wanted and he accepted. The downside to this is that after nearly 30 years, he and mother shall be moving to a new locale. Not a terribly long move, it's only 2 hours east, but still a huge change after so much stagnancy. The day was also fraught with a bit of the bad as the aforementioned lecherous brood of heathenry, "sister" inclusive, are to be relocating back to my territory.

The move comes on the heels of all things included in previous posts, so needless to say I am thrilled. I can only imagine the countless situations into which I shall now be thrown wherein I shall be forced to intermingle with such villanry. Yes, I do that on a daily basis given my job but that is on my terms. I will have very little control of where these people go in my town, so I foresee quite a few fist-a-cuffs forthcoming. Not that I mind fighting, again deal with it daily, it's just that people like that are not worth my time but in my town, in my neighborhood, I get defensive.

So, I've realized that this quickie post has now grown to full scale verbal assault. That's a problem I'm all too willing to have being as my language often imitates my bedroom. Just throwin' it out there. If you don't like it, send it right back. C'est un agrafeuse!

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