4/1/10

I usually make up some story for April first, but this year I just don't feel like it. Instead, I think I'll tell y'all about the time I was abducted by aliens. OK, so they weren’t exactly “aliens” per se, more like Pat and Dave. And it wasn't so much an “abduction” as a “wake me up in the middle of the night to go to a party in Austin.” And... no, now that I think about it, I'm not telling that story after all. Not that there is anything bad or embarrassing about it, I just don't want to. So I'm driving in to work today, worried that I might have forgotten to enter a meeting with the CEO in my schedule and hoping it wasn't at 0800 h, when I pass a Nissan Altima Coupe. I think, “Yep, I almost bought one of those. Got this instead.” I then congratulated myself for making a “smart” decision because that V6 probably would have gotten me in trou... “Crap!” which was said out loud as the cop put away his radar/laser thingy and got in his car. I immediately began to move over to the right and pull onto the shoulder. So, apparently I don't need a V6 to get in trouble. Yep, another “73 in a 60” ticket to take to James Mallory. I couldn't even blame it on “quotas” what with it being the first and all. When all the paperwork was done, I took off back onto the freeway and headed on in to work. Fortunately, the CEO thing isn't until 1300 h so I was not late. Once I get to my desk, I get an e-mail from my ex-hippie brother, the one I used to think wasn't a lefty-pinko, though I should have known better. He was being “funny” with a proposal for the upcoming backlash against all the socialism “Uncle Sambo” (as one of my friends calls your president, Borat Osama) is putting through. In an attempt to argue against English as the official language of the United States, he put forth that cities, counties, states, rivers, lakes, mountains, and such with English names would keep them but all others with foreign language names need to be changed. I've heard him make this asinine argument before. Who the hell is proposing that names be changed? All I've ever heard is that one language be chosen as official and that in order to be understood, you speak that language. If I moved to Spain, I'd be expected to speak Spanish. If I moved to Portugal, I'd be expected to speak Portuguese. If I moved to Holland, I'd be expected to speak Hollandaise (just kidding, it’s Dutch). Likewise, if I moved to one of their former colonies, I'd be expected to speak their language, Spanish in most of central and south America, Portuguese in Brazil, Dutch (Afrikaans actually, but close enough) in South Africa, and so on right? So why is it so friggin’ hard to realize that as a former British colony, we ought to be speaking English when we move here? Feh, people suck. I hate people. So, I'm looking forward to moving The Seven back to the house and getting started on Nadine. I still plan to work on getting Nadine ready to move tomorrow. Which is to say I plan on getting her ready tomorrow to be moved on Saturday. Looks like rain tomorrow but sunny on Saturday. That’ll be acceptable, I guess. I'm in a quandary about what to do with these two cars once they are both up and running again. I'd like to have all my toys at the house so I can drive them whenever I feel like it but that’ll mean evicting mom’s car from the garage. I am not going to store either one of these outside. No, they will have indoor homes as long as I own them. Well, I think I'm going to call it a rant for today. I'll have reports of the weekend’s activities next week. Toodles.