::: rereads the subject line :::
Okay, those are three names that I never thought that I would see, let alone TYPE, together. The possibilities (and some of the probabilities) of that grouping are enough to twist any concepts of decency and logic that you may have had into taffy.

*shrug*

Stray Toasters…

  1. I had thought that I’d pull another all-nighter and just make up the sleep tonight. Wrong. A good sign that I was well beyond “tired” was that I was on IRC when this was posted:

    [06:39] NeuSchwan should I go to bed or not..
    [06:39] NeuSchwan I need to go shopping
    [06:39] AdrXian go to bed.. then go shopping
    [06:40] NeuSchwan but if i go to bed, i’ll get up somewhere around 4 or 5
    [06:41] NeuSchwan that’s too late
    [06:41] AdrXian yeah.. sleep till 5? ya slacker!
    [06:41] NeuSchwan i work graveyards
    [06:41] NeuSchwan bite my ass

    THIS, however, is what I thought (for about ten seconds) that it said:

    [06:41] NeuSchwan bite my ass backwards

    If ever there was a sign that I needed sleep, that was most definitely it. I made it until roughly 09:30… and then, I just couldn’t take it any longer. I think that I did something between sleeping and passing out.

    I slept until a little before 13:00. With the exception of a slight headache and a contact lens that decided to disengage and conduct an independent survey of the pillow, I felt a little better. I was still a little slow in the “get out of bed and in motion” area, though. But, now, I have frozen mocha goodness… and all is good with the world again.

  2. A few days ago, Steve and I were listening to an Eartha Kitt CD; the song Annie Doesn’t Live Here Anymore came on. There is a refrain that asks “Where’s Annie?” I didn’t count how many times it was asked, but suffice if to say it was more than ten. This reminded me of Smooth Criminal (both the MJ version and the AAF cover) where they ask “Annie, are you okay?” fifty-one (51) times¹. FIFTY-ONE TIMES!!! Let’s examine a few things about these songs:
    • If you have to ask “Where’s Annie?” more than… three times, and you don’t get an answer:
      • the person whom you are asking doesn’t know where Annie is or
      • the person doesn’t want to tell you.
      • If Annie had really wanted you to know, she would have either told you or written you a note.
    • Similarly, if you have to ask “Annie, are you okay?” more than a few times, it’s probably safe to assume that the answer is “No.” In fact, I’ll even go out on a limb and say that the response would probably be closer to Marsellus’ response to Butch (after meeting “The Gimp”) in Pulp Fiction:

      Butch: You okay?
      Marsellus: Naw man. I’m pretty fuckin’ far from okay!

    So, what do we know? We know that Annie doesn’t live here anymore. That much has been established. Is she okay? That’s a little more tricky. We can’t ask her directly, because she, as noted before, no longer lives here and left no forwarding information. We can’t even assume that she is/is not okay, because there are too many variables to be taken into account.

    So, Annie, IF you are okay and IF this somehow gets to you, let us know where you are and how you’re doing. And, if it’s not too much of a bother, you might even add why you decided to pack up and leave without telling anyone. And, where’s the black and white tablecloth/napkin set? We’re having a dinner party in a couple of weeks and that would set off the table nicely. I can’t find it anywhere!!!

Peace.

¹ It may be fifty-three, but I can definitely account for fifty-one.