Well, dear readers, today is not just an ordinary Monday, no, today is a holiday Monday – something known as President’s Day. That means banks are closed, no mail, and a day off for some, for example, me. Oh, I shan’t be lollygagging, oh, no, I shan’t be lollygagging. One of the reasons I shan’t be lollygagging is because I have no clew as to what lollygagging is. I don’t intend having a lollypop, for example, and even if I were to have a lollypop I certainly wouldn’t be gagging on it. I shall, in fact, be as productive as I can, but in a relaxing way. Speaking of a relaxing way, I had an almost relaxing day yesterday. Actually, it was all relaxing with one notable exception – during my drive, some maniac with tattoos decided he wanted to be in my lane. He did not signal, nor would I have seen the signal as he was right next to my car, to the left. No, he just started coming into my lane, totally unaware there was a big fat car next to him. Now, I will say that I am a very good driver and a defensive driver, which you really have to be in Los Angeles, California, USA. So, I immediately saw what was happening and swerved away from him, while honking my horn. Apparently this mongoloid didn’t understand what a honking horn meant and he just kept coming. I was running out of room to swerve, so I hit my breaks and let him just fit in front of me. He missed hitting my car by about a half-inch in every direction. I honked again, changed lanes, got ahead of him and pulled in front of him. I was praying for a cop to be around – naturally there weren’t any. I guess I made the freak angry by pulling in front of him and he sped forward, stopping a half-inch from my bumper. By this time, I had paper and pen out and wrote down the loser’s license number. I whipped out my cell phone and acted as if I were dialing the police – he immediately started to hang back, and then he turned right and sped away. Today, I will at least query the police as to whether they can do anything about this tattoo-laden twit. I don’t know how it works, but I’ve got his license plate number and I’d be happy to file a formal charge of reckless driving and road rage against him. Other than that bit of unpleasant business, I had a very nice, uneventful day. I slept in, I took a drive, I had a great bacon cheeseburger and zucchini fries at Astroburger, I wrote a couple of pages, and then I just sat on my couch like so much fish.
Yesterday, I finished watching a motion picture on DVD entitled Obsession. No, not Mr. De Palma’s Obsession, this Obsession was from 1949, a Brit film directed by American Edward Dmytryk, starring Mr. Robert Newton. The DVD box (region 2) trumpets “a classic British chiller” but there are not many chills and it’s hardly a classic. It’s serviceable and it moves along quickly and that’s the best that can be said. I would have watched another motion picture on DVD but the lamp on my TV burned out. I thought this was a possibility because I’ve been noticing the picture getting dimmer. So, I have to call and order a replacement and then attempt to install it myself. I did it last time this happened, so I suppose I’ll be able to do it again. The TV manual has instructions and a diagram. Hopefully, someone will be there and the lamp can be overnighted to me by Tuesday. Until then, if I want to watch something, it will have to be in the bedroom. My TIVO of Pepe will, therefore, have to wait until the arrival and installation of Ye Olde Newe Lampe.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because to not do so would constitute lollygagging.
Today, I shall try to order a lamp, and I shall definitely be writing a page or three, and I shall definitely be attending to packaging up some orders, and I shall definitely be planning our CD release partay, and I shall definitely be attending to a few other things.
It’s sort of annoying that the lamp has burned out – the first time it burned out I obviously had a defective bulb, since I’d only had the TV about three weeks. I’ve had it for over two years now, so I guess given the amount of time I have it on that it’s possible to have used up the bulb’s life. Still, it’s annoying. In days of nice tube televisions, you rarely had problems for years and years, but with all these new-fangled devices and technologies comes shorter life spans for their parts.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, write, order a lamp, and a plethora of other things. Today’s topic of discussion: Tell us what sporting hobbies you’ve partaken of all throughout your life. I’m most interested in silly ones, like skateboarding, or boogie boarding, or surfing, or hang-gliding, etc. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and let’s not be lollygagging, either.