I called in sick to work this morning. I’m over at the Minute Clinic now waiting to be checked out. It’s time I found out if the ear infection is back or if I have some other crud.
Monday’s Concert
The show was fantastic! I’m glad we decided to go.
Wednesday Night
Haven’t been feeling too hot the past couple days. I left work early today and came home to sleep for a few hours. Later I got up and moved to the couch to work on some comics. I missed yesterday’s, but at least tomorrow’s is done and scheduled. Need to get some rest so I can kick this crud before the weekend.
More Random Thoughts
I don’t give a damn what you like, as long it brings you happiness and does not destroy you.
I’ve discovered my biggest challenge to growth and success over the long term is myself.
A Letter from Satan
From an article here, pretty amusing.
Dear Pat Robertson,
I know that you know that all press is good press, so I appreciate the shout-out. And you make God look like a big mean bully who kicks people when they are down, so I’m all over that action.
But when you say that Haiti has made a pact with me, it is totally humiliating. I may be evil incarnate, but I’m no welcher. The way you put it, making a deal with me leaves folks desperate and impoverished.
Sure, in the afterlife, but when I strike bargains with people, they first get something here on earth — glamour, beauty, talent, wealth, fame, glory, a golden fiddle. Those Haitians have nothing, and I mean nothing. And that was before the earthquake. Haven’t you seen “Crossroads”? Or “Damn Yankees”?
If I had a thing going with Haiti, there’d be lots of banks, skyscrapers, SUVs, exclusive night clubs, Botox — that kind of thing. An 80 percent poverty rate is so not my style. Nothing against it — I’m just saying: Not how I roll.
You’re doing great work, Pat, and I don’t want to clip your wings — just, come on, you’re making me look bad. And not the good kind of bad. Keep blaming God. That’s working. But leave me out of it, please. Or we may need to renegotiate your own contract.
Best, Satan
LILY COYLE, MINNEAPOLIS
Random Thoughts
It’s easy to be brave and beautiful when you’re young. Bravery is easy because we usually didn’t understand the dangers and youthful boldness is programmed into our genetics. Beauty is easy because the glow of youth is in your skin and is resistant to the stupid things we do to ourselves.
It’s hard to be either as we get older. Bravery and boldness can fade in the hard won perspective and experience of age. Knowing that things don’t always turn out all right and that the good guys don’t always win get burned into our hearts. Beauty fades and the actions and circumstances of our lives begin to show their effects. Even your very temperament and personality eventually sculpt the bodies we live in.
Yes, the true test of bravery and beauty is to be able to hold on to either even as time tries to grind them out of you.