The Tweet Commandments
Thou shall not use twitter solely to let the world know you
are posting, preparing to post something, reading something you posted or
anything of that sort.
Thou shall not link to bad music.
Thou shall not advise, instruct or otherwise command your neighborhood to add or remove people from their neighborhoods.
Thou shall not offer individual shout outs to all 300 people in your neighborhood each day.
Thou shall not monopolize thy tweet stream of conversation.
Thou shall not have ugly and potentially embarrassing melt-downs that render your neighborhood speechless and uncomfortable.
Thou shall not harass people who “unfollow” you.
Thou shall not use twitter for what clearly qualifies as an IM conversation.
Thou shall not tweet and drive.
Thou shall not covet they neighbors tweet. (I don’t know what it means, either)
Why is it that the two places you can most easily find the dregs of the universe are in the Social Security Administration Office, and the Department of Motor Vehicles?
Nevermind. Don't answer that.
I went to the SSA office this morning to replace my lost social security card and let me tell you...after that experience, I think it's a good plan to keep it in a titanium box somewhere extremely secure and away from my forgetful fingers. I went in at 10am, to what is I believe the ONLY SSA location in the city of Austin. I took a number. My number was 73. They were currently serving number 38.
I waited in the main waiting area.
I waited outside the building.
I waited in my car.
I waited at the Starbucks about 8 minutes away.
Two hours later, I sat in booth number 3 after tripping over the feet of a man who had his legs stretched the length of the aisle. I apologized over my shoulder and he glared at me. So sorry I failed to see your gun boats stretched across the aisle, Mr. Assclown. Perchance you might like to...I dunno...keep them on one side of the office?
I sat in the chair at booth number 3, and in less than 5 minutes, my transaction was complete.
I imagine the armed security is in there for people who wait three hours only to find out they didn't bring the appropriate identification. Thankfully, I was not one of them.
I needed this. My Dad needed this. So many of my friends, needed this. Perhaps you needed this too. Sadly, while I hope some folks are open to the notion of moving forward on the issues of race, I know many are not. But what is life, without hope for something better than what we've always known.
Here, Barack Obama addresses the recent controversies surrounding Jeremiah Wright in my hometown of Philadelphia, PA. I know after this, I'll still hear all the reasons why African Americans vote this way, and Latinos vote that way and White males vote this way, and people wearing green pants vote whatever way. But for today, in this moment, I'm going to bask in the warmth of...what if.
What if we actually considered things beyond color, gender and sexual orientation.
Comments are closed, because I'm in no mood to have that warm feeling altered.
Yesterday I realized I had not noticed the auto withdrawal for my gym fees from my checking account. It's been nagging at me for the past few months, and in true RPM fashion, I pondered the greater meaning of it, came up with five hundred possibilities and then actually called to find out the truth. And the truth was, my membership expired.
Perhaps this is a gentle reminder to me that all things need not be complicated.
So I went to renew my membership and decided since I had a metric ton of electric energy to expend, I would also get my workout schedule back in play. Ninety minutes later I was feeling less jittery and riding the waves of adrenaline into an evening that was scheduled to include a stop by a friends house, a long steamy shower and 3:10 to Yuma.
Do not go from complete inactivity to ninety minutes of bootcamp. It is the perfect equation for migraine. My perfect evening turned into laying on my bed and praying for the ceiling not to crash on my face.
I'm still recovering. And this serves as a reminder to me not to deny that I have the tendency to go to extremes.
I leave you with grapenuts and chalk sauce. A nasty meal, but a funky groove. It's by Blockhead. No jokes please.
Normal people, after a particularly stressful afternoon, will go for a run, or treat themselves to a good movie. I, opt to get drunk and assemble furniture.
I, am not normal.
It's nearing ten in the evening and I am cursing this daylight savings time and what it is doing to my inner life clock. I am also cursing the new moon that began it's unveiling over the weekend. I would blame pms, but I'm sure someone might take offense to that. Do not get me wrong, life is actually quite good right now, I'm just having a bit of a time getting over that sensation that I'm waiting for some shoe of calamity to drop. Add to that some work deadlines and another brief whirlwind called tradeshow season, and I am feeling spread a little too thin. But...good.
So as I leer at the blood line forming on a cut near my ankle and avoid looking at a bunch of maple wood panels with cute little letters on them, I sit here catching up...because I realize I haven't in over a week. I suppose I'm suffering from my yearly hiatus where I grow bored with posting and everything feels like something I've said before. It will likely pass in a few days, and until then I might try and drop a tune or video or something to distract you from the fact that I'm not writing.
Here's hoping you don't notice.
Some random thoughts:
1. I think the series finale of The Wire might have been the best series finale I've ever seen. It wasn't too neat, wasn't too provocative, it was absolutely perfect.
2. Retail therapy is kicking my budget straight in the ass.
3. Every time SxSW rolls into town, it reminds me how much I wish my peeps that come in for the event would move. Jason, Melissa, George, EJ and Cecily (who I met in "meat space" for the first time), you folks take Austin chic to the next level. I miss you already. And Lainie? We need a routine. Seriously.
4. My Cheryl is back in Austin. When the dust settles, I am so looking forward to our routine hangouts.
5. There's so much I ain't saying right now. LMAO
Okay, that's it, over and out.
Video is adorable. A dancing bird and robots? Gets no better.
