Two Places That Are Almost Heaven

15 radio stations. 1 Gospel. 1 Christian. 2 Classic Rock. 1 Public Radio. 10 Country (classic, new country and easy listening country). Yep. I'm definitely in West Virginia.The most amazing part about this little piece of almost heaven is that they have enough flat land on which to situate a suitable runway. The plane landed, I swear, on the only flat surface within 100 miles. So I'm in WVa, training folks. It's a pretty decent trip all told so far. I wowed them all with my knowledge and charm. And tomorrow I get to put my brain to work and set up all the customizations we talked about today. Wheeee. Bossman is headed to Vegas on Wednesday and I'm very jealous. Unfortunately, we can't seem to be gone at the same time without the world blowing up. So my trip to the desert will have to wait. I'll be holding down the proverbial fort the rest of this week in his absense. I better get a present when he comes back, though. 8x10 glossy of Lance Burton or something. Or a bucket of 50's. Either would be fine. I will have a little taste of Vegas, though, as we're going to see Penn and Teller on the 17th. I'm looking forward to that and thinking it will almost sate me. If only I could throw money in the street while I'm watching Penn and Teller. Then I would get the complete Vegas experience.

DLand - So That's Why They Call Him Amazing

To paraphrase Mary Jane, Spider-Man is ... amazing.Jeremy and I had a great evening of sushi and cinema. I'll leave the film commentary to him as he shared a lot with me already and I'm sure could fill an entire entry about how Spidey could kick Batman's ass. I did get to cruise around in the SHO tonight, though. The SHO is running nicely (once we reconnected the battery in the driveway) and it was pretty peppy. Still a homely little car, but a real sleeper. I have, however, found the car of my dreams. I am going to test drive one tomorrow just to revel in its cuteness and peppiness. Jeremy says he doesn't trust first year models of cars, but Mr. Pot can't be telling Ms. Kettle what kind of car to lust after when he drives the first model year of a Ford Taurus SHO from 1989. So I'm in the bathroom after the movie and these two girls are chattering away in the stalls to my left. They are going on and on about how great Toby Maguire was in the movie and one girl says she didn't think he would make a good Spider-Man and she thought he would be really blah but he wasn't. As I'm buttoning my shorts I blurt out, “there is absolutely nothing blah about Toby Maguire.” Dead silence falls over the bathroom as they take in the unsolicited commentary from two stalls over. Hmph. I waltz out, images of a topless Toby running through my head.

DLand - The Only Kind of Optimistic to Be

Look at her. She looks so damn happy. I seem to recall the scraped chin to have come from falling off the swing in the back yard. That's what one gets for swinging with no hands, I suppose (attempting to fly, as I recall). But it doesn't seem to have affected her spirits. My parents have boxes and boxes of pictures of a little girl like this.When life is getting you down, buy toys. I have a new computer and the multimedia capabilities of it are astounding. I can watch TV on my computer. Because you know, listening to music while chatting online and terminal serving into my computer at work is just not enough sensory input for me. I have to have Comedy Channel too. My neighbor next door came over to ask what I knew about Business Statistics. Uh, nothing. She and her friend have an exam on Monday and are desperate for understanding. I gave her sympathy and a good luck, but just don't think I'd make the best study partner. Like Barbie says, math is hard. When I was about the age of that picture, my parents moved to the house that they're in now. Our first Christmas there was very exciting. Hell, everything is exciting when you're four. My brother was in an angsty mood on Christmas day (the weight of the world is heavy when you're 11) and my mother cautioned him to cheer up before he ruined anyone else's Christmas. As I motored past in the hall, I stopped and turned to them, declaring, “he's not gonna ruin my Christmas.” Nope. No sirree. Bossman said once the only kind of optimistic is foolishly optimistic. But I'm not sure that's completely true. I'm an optimistic person. Have been my whole life. And I would like to think that I haven't also been a fool my whole life. Time will only tell, I suppose. And I found out today that my voicemail deletes messages after 30 days. Stupid phone. How am I supposed to be an disorganized packrat with limitations like that? Sigh.