Today I posted twice at Pith.
In the morning, I came up with some ideas for what we could have used the $600,000 our city has gone over budget on consultants and PR people for, and then, in the comments, we hit upon the perfect use for the May Town Center site, and I lament, a little bit, having pissed them off.
And then just now I posted about what evil assholes the Marriott corporation are being.
When I heard that Cindy Walker was leaving something to the Country Music Hall of Fame, I admit to being briefly hopeful that Zombie Cindy Walker would come and eat some brains in need of eating in the country music industry.
However, it turns out that she left the songwriter’s portion of 500 songs to the Hall of Fame in her will, which she set up before she died.
Now, don’t feel bad if you don’t know who Cindy Walker is. Lord knows, it’s practically a rite of passage to have someone kindly list a bunch of songs you know but didn’t know she wrote.
Here’s one of my favorites.
I swear, I’m going to start collecting the search terms that land people here and selling them as prompts for writers.
In other news, I have to wear my glasses for four days before I get my new contacts. Today is day one. If I didn’t ever have to move, I’d say it’s going swimmingly. But I keep waiting for my brain to make the adjustment and stop making everything at the edge of my vision curved, but that hasn’t happened yet. So, I feel like I’m on a mild hallucinogenic. Everything is not quite how it should be and I’m afraid I’m going to trip over stuff.
But I did sleep last night, finally, for the first time in days w/out dreaming of sleeping. So, maybe this cold is finally ending. The Professor called me yesterday to tease me about having the swine flu.
I’m kind of bummed and out of sorts today.
But my boss says I look cute in my glasses, so I guess that makes up for it.