Corpus Diem

Seize the corpus... er...

The XM radio in my car died today. It is satellite radio for those of you who do not know. Awesome stuff because once you find a good station, you can listen to it anywhere in the country. Somewhat comical demise, I suppose. What this now means is that I have to choose between either Mexican polka music, country, or weird stations that play only love songs. ...So I stuck with the love songs. Weird stuff, really. I've never listened to them before. I've never desired to. But it was either that or listen to my air conditioner. And I probably should have listened to the AC.

This is a dumb post.

Tub-o-Fury

Yeah... I tried out the hotel hot tub tonight. I usually don't. Last time I used a hot tub at a hotel was in Palm Springs when my coworker and I sat outside for an hour in the thing and smoked cigars (you gotta do that stuff when you get the chance!) The only time before that in memory was the trip where they gave me the honeymoon suite at the hotel and there was a big 'ole hot tub in my room. I used it every night, but found out that when I did I couldn't actually sleep.

But anyway, I know the hotel hot tub is usually reserved for fat people, but I thought I'd give it a shot. Nobody was around and things seemed clean at first glance. On second glance I saw a bunch of crickets pining for the fjords (monty python speak for "they were dead") around it. I found a relatively clean spot to put my stuff and flipped on the bubble action. I sat down and was about to call my brother to give him a hard time when I began feeling a strange sensation. It was as if I had jumped into a tub of freshly cut onions. My eyes began to water uncontrollably, and against my best efforts the water began to overwhelm me. There was SO MUCH chlorine in the water that I didn't last for 4 full minutes in the tub. No wrinkles, no relaxed muscles, no phone calls to tell people that I was in a hot tub and they weren't... Suddenly I realized why the crickets had all died - they had all succombed to the incredible trauma by chlorine gassing. I just hope my skin holds to my body overnight. I wrapped up my towel and barely made it out of the room alive. (got me wondering if all the fat people just dissolved) There is only enough strength left in me to type this blog article and post a picture of my ridiculous rental car. *gasp!*

Pet Penitentiary

Tonight, for some amusement and a quick cheer-up after dinner, I walked over to the Petsmart hoping to look at some puppies and kittens sadly peering through the bars of their public prison cells. I like puppies and kittens, and I hadn't stepped foot in a pet store in quite a while. Upon entering, I was somewhat disappointed by a puppy deficit. Only a few dogs were doing hard time this week. Hopefully they've been selling them quickly. Sure they had the obligatory wall-o-fish with your standard arrangement of middle-aged midgets and old men peering at the bug-eyed goldfish, and the cages of mice running aimlessly about while a middle-school-aged girl speaks softly to them through the glass (this is where I just nod to myself and continue to stroll by the cages onto the next aisle of imprisoned little wonders of nature). They had racks of catfood cans and bags of dogfood, bins full of crickets, rows and rows of plastic horses, etc. Arguably the coolest things on hand were the chinchillas. And there was some kind of siberian hamster thing that looked cool too.

It was a good break from dinner, though. I've been in a rut with restaurants this week. Either a crappy steak house or the Macaroni Grill are my choices. And they do not serve grilled macaroni at the macaroni grill. I assume that is only slightly better logic than the local "custard" shoppe back home in Illinois not actually having custard on their menu. But that's Illinois and this is Texas - 'Like a whole other country', remember? Anyway, there was some kid making crow or teradactly calls from the other end of the restaurant as I slurped up my runny fettucini alfredo and chewed on some little fried cheese deals. Shoulda been there...

Tomorrow I get to be pumped through the public transportation grinder again at the airport again. Supposedly I am supposed to catch three planes and be home by 10:37 PM. However, the last three weeks I have been home late due to flight delays by a total of at least 18 hours. We'll see.

I'm gonna go get hopped up on sugar from the local gas station and try to teach someone about some software tonight again for the 167th time. Wish me luck.

Comments

Apparently I made a mistake recently and may have lost some of your comments. I apologize. I wanted to "moderate" the comments - or at least be able to remove the bogus ads that got through. In my fervor, I incidentally selected an option that allowed me to choose which comments were posted via gmail - and I know I deleted a few of them before I understood what was going on.

"Since this travel delay was caused by weather or air traffic, Bagley Airlines is unable to compensate you for inconveniences. We do apologize, but deep down are not affected by your problems, nor do we empathize with any of you."

Hotel from Hades

On top of some other hefty things on my mind last night, I find myself in a huge hotel room with no internet access, no desk for my computer, the shower is gross, it's next to a VERY loud ice machine, pop machine which people seem to access at all hours of the night, the sheets aren't comfortable, the pillows thin as wax paper, the room can't be set at the right temperature, the elevator is next door "ding.... ding..... ding..... ding...." all night and all morning, all the pipes in the building must be in my walls because they creak every time someone runs water, I can hear tv's everywhere... then when morning finally arrived, after me not having slept at all, loud music from the breakfast bar in the lobby started pumping through the hallway and the cleaning closet across the hall was constantly being opened and closed and bags torn apart and plastic crinkling...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And I just tried to get something out of the pop machine and it was out... it gave me back $1.25 in NICKLES as change for my dollar bill and quarter.