Did you know that we're smack dab in the middle of Nude Recreation Week? Sounds fun, no? This would be a good time to take on the most extreme sport of all time...Naked Cactus Tackling. (I once gave that as an answer in a game of "Loaded Questions" to the question, "What is the most extreme sport?")
Anyway, I'm sure you can find your own way to celebrate.
Over the weekend I attended a wedding and came to a conclusion. No, it has nothing to do with love, marriage, or weddings. It is simply that Avril Lavigne's new hit is quite possibly the most obnoxious song ever recorded. The DJ at the reception played it at one point very loudly and it drove me up the wall. I don't have any point to this. It's just something that needed to be said.
So I'm sitting at home today enjoying the "I Love the 90's" marathon on VH1. Reliving things like Sir-Mix-Alot, Arrested Development, and Reservoir Dogs is just good fun. Why am I not at work, you ask? Well, it was not too long ago that I was diagnosed with hip bursitis. Turns out that was incorrect. I visited the orthopedic specialist yesterday to have a follow-up appointment. He promptly started poking and prodding at me, and said that there was "no way" that I had bursitis. The shooting pains and numbness in my left leg were much more consistent with sciatic nerve damage.
So that's what I now have, or at least now I know that is what it is. I suppose it is what I had all along, after all.
So I find myself out of work for 3-4 weeks now, once again taking full advantage of work's short-term disability program. I like to think that I am the BGC's version of Fred Taylor. Productive when healthy, but accident prone.
Still, I'm grateful, once again, that I work for a company that doesn't fire me for being so injury prone. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to stop celebrating and go put some clothes on.
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Cantaloop" by US3
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Okay, I have to admit that, maybe because I’m an old fart, I had no idea who Avril Lavigne was until I Googled her (I wasn’t even sure it was a “her”). Hey, she’s a babe. So, I’m like, “Okay, gotta hear this song that is so obnoxious to Rob. I tried to listen to it, but couldn’t. It falls squarely into the classification I call “Winy Preppy Music.” Basically that’s what I call this modern music most people call “alternative,” but it can encompass much of the pop music that alternative fans would never lay claim to. Nothing against alternative, mind you. I happen to very much like Five For Fighting, Sixpence None The Richer, and others that have no numbers in their name. I mean, some alternative is good enough to get past the winy factor. But if it’s not, it’s just teen angst set to music, and I hate teen angst. I couldn’t even stomach it when I was a teen. Today they call it “adolescence.” I call it a namby-pamby I-want-to-be-treated-like-an-adult-but-don’t-want-any-responsibility-or-to-deal-with-the-real-world non-exitent-anywhere-else-in-the-world-but-in-modern-Western-culture stage of development. I mean, for crying out loud, it’s country music with the twang replaced by wining. Frankly, I prefer the twang
I did it again, I got way off topic. Avril Lavigne. Don’t like her music. But she’s cute. Billie Piper, though. Every bit as cute, but she sings with a British accent and she’s not winey. Actually, she’s kind of old school pop, in my opinion. Kind of a Belinda Carlisle/Debbie Gibson kinda thing there.
I, too, am home from work. I’m just taking a few days off because, if I didn’t, I might inadvertently pummel someone to death with my red Swingline stapler! As such, I too, without even knowing there was a special week for it, am celebrating. But, now I’ll go get dressed because I don’t want to be accused of being a mindless conformist. Just plain mindless is bad enough.
Troy ("Free as a barn swallow")
The Fred Taylor of the BGC ... I love it!
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