Yeah, I have to pretty much agree. It is damned near impossible to look sexy (or even to look like you want to be taken seriously) with a standalone moustache. Not completely impossible, I guess, but damned close.
I once briefly considered doing a blog featuring photos of preposterous facial hair. This was many years ago when I still lived in San Francisco–fertile territory for such things, what with all the hipsters and bears roaming around off-leash and cross-breeding. I got as far as scouting domain names. Should’ve rolled with that. Might have been fun.
For some reason, I seem to be getting Time Warner Cable’s New York news channel on cable this week. I assume it’s related to the upcoming anniversary–they seem to be running lots of special programming–but it’s kind of a nice change of pace watching their morning news rather than the perky morons on Fox 8.
I’m really not the patriotic and easily offended sort.
On this particular weekend, it strikes me as not in the best of taste–and also pretty fucking creepy–to have an air show going on that involves lots of really loud, low-flying planes that can be heard all over town.
Sorry. The title is just a gratuitous Thomas Dolby reference. I’ll actually be driving north, which will be infinitely more fun–if no less expensive.
I’m getting very excited about my upcoming Canadian vacation. Considering how long it’s been since I’ve been all that excited about much of anything, that’s a pretty happy thing to say. Yeah, it’s been a shitty year. The worst ever. By far. So this should be a nice break.
The itinerary is being shaped by an outside force that I shan’t be naming right now (when I get back I promise) and it’s not completely solidified yet, but it looks like I’ll be in Buffalo visiting Sarah and Brad on the 8th and 9th, followed by five days in Toronto, three days in Ottawa, and a few more days in one or more locations that may include any combination of Montreal, Portland, and Schenectady.
It’s going to be a more urban trip to Toronto than the pasttwo; I’m staying close in and am planning to do more walking and transit. Once out of Toronto, I’m looking forward to road tripping across southern Ontario and seeing friends in Ottawa (which I’ll be visiting for the first time) and upstate New York. I’M also planning to do a Stpehen Shore style diary scrapbook kind of thing.
And when I get back, I’ll have a very unique Canadian souvenir. But more about that later…
Nearly eight years after quitting, I find that still smoke a lot in my dreams. I Invariably end up having a cigarette just before I wake up. Then, when I’m in that brief half awake moment, I get really sad that I’d managed to quit for so long but started back. But a second later I wake up completely, realize that I never started back, and am very happy.
It’s a stressful but generally good way to wake up. And it reminds me how glad I am that I don’t smoke anymore.
It’s kind of quaintly anachronstic to say that I’m sitting at home on Saturday morning waiting for the postman. It’s also kind of a pain in the ass because I have other things I’d rather be doing.
I’m waiting here because there’s something coming that I’ll have to sign for and it will be an even bigger pain in the ass if I miss delivery and have to go in and pick it up next week. Since I live and work thirty miles apart, and since the post office closes at 5:00, it’s not like I can just pop over on my lunch hour. I’m addition to waiting in the interminable line and interacting with the rude, surly postal workers, I’d also have to take time off from work.
All of which is indicative of why the postal service is in trouble now. The fact that it makes even its premium services like Express Mail so inconvenient through limited hours, etc. demonstrates why FedEx and UPS are winning that battle. At least they manage to keep some staff on hand so you can pick up a fucking envelope after work.
Yeah, I realize that postal rants are just too easy, but it’s been a while since I did one.