The Forty-Fifth Post: The One Where I Say “Lo, There Do I See My Father…”

Fifteen points for those of you who can tell me where this line comes from.  Another thirty points for anyone who can finish the poem (no fair cheating).  Why this poem?  I am facing the prospect of returning back to work… unless I win the lottery.  $500 million dollars… I could really go for that.  I think I can live off of that for a while.  Maybe a month or two before I have to resort to having my servants fan me with mere ten-dollar bills to keep me cool.  Don’t get me wrong, they’re good… for other people, but for me — the air just feels cooler against my skin if I’m being fanned by nothing less than fifty-dollar bills.  Try it and you’ll know that I am right.

I had a full day of splurging thanks to my overtime.  I got a graphics card for my completely non-useful PC, along with a lot of sweet old games and a couple of updates to a game I play through Steam, and I had a good breakfast from Waffle House and a fine dinner at Longhorn Steakhouse.  By the way — if you ask for a half serving of their cheese fries appetizer you’re going to get enough for a single serving.  Not just a single serving for me, but a single serving for the average person.  The salad was good and the regular portions are good enough to keep me stuffed (indeed, I had to walk around for a few minutes before feeling up to getting dessert).  Very nice place, Longhorn.

Right now, I am watching a documentary about gladiators and trying to put some finishing touches on a project I have been working on in my head.  Still whittling away the backlog of “NCIS” and tomorrow I am going to start on “Ringer”.  Didn’t get near a movie theatre this time, but there is tomorrow or even Saturday.  Sunday is going to be the “Game of Thrones” premiere, so I am going to use that day to clear out some of the movies I have: “The Tempest”, “Rumble in the Bronx”, “You Will Meet a Tall, Dark Stranger” (a romantic comedy with Naomi [swoon] Watts and Antonio Banderas) and “A Girl Cut In Two” (French comedy… I think).  as I watch this documentary, the more I think that reality TV is the modern version of the gladiatorial games.  People sign up for these things, looking to get fame and fortune.  The only thing that is missing is the swordplay, which I could completely get behind if I could choose the people to throw in the pit.  Snooki vs. one of the Kardashians?  Oh, pleasepleaseplease?  I promise to clean up.  Totally.  You know that Snooki is going to attack her like a feral badger on crack.  That visual is worth the price of admission alone.

Now one of my eyes is itching — which means spring is officially here, in case you were wondering and didn’t want to be fooled by this treacherous warm weather and scheming and chirping birds.  Huzzah for spring!  The single time of year where Mother Nature drops all pretense of being a friendly, happy butter-selling woman and tries to kill us with her most deadly foot soldiers — flowers.  The area where I live, as I have been told, is a hot bed for allergies.  If you don’t have allergies upon arrival, you’ll get them… except for me.  My allergies have become lesser when I moved here… also, I no longer live with cats (but I do miss them) and smokers (don’t miss them one bit).  So, if you take only one thing away from this, take this: smoking is horrible.  Please don’t do it.

Well, I am going to finish this documentary off and toddle to bed.  I hope you have a good day.  I, on the other hand, must get ready for the oncoming hordes on Monday.



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