Morning has broken...

Howdy doo,

Another week begins in the ever continuing saga of George.

Hey the State of the Union is on Tuesday! I'm going to make a point to try and watch it, and not fall asleep midway through.

The weekend was good, although too short. I worked 5 or 6 hours on Saturday, and so it really didn't begin till that evening. I caught Annapolis with Kate, it was OK, nothing profound, nothing to rave about but entertaining. It sort of had that made for TV quality. I paid Matinee prices anyway. It was a very nice weekend overall.

Well, I'm going to keep this really short, and dull tonight.. but stay tuned, I'm sure this week will bring plenty to rant and rave about.

Adventures in Georgeland

Forgive me, for I am flawed
I'm amused that on some occasions I find myself reading the posting I made the night before, and discover that it is borderline incoherent. I was going to state now that this could be a direct consequence of writing the postings at 1:00 A.M. and yet I'm thinking about it more. Today I wrote someone an email, and when the response came back their email defaults to showing my original message. Certain as the sky appears blue, it, much like my late night posts, was borderline incoherent. As I typed up this message mid-day, it undermines my ability to blame shoddy grammar and careless typing exclusively on the hour upon which it was conceived. Alas, allow me to offer my heartfelt apologies, for occasionally coming across as a total boob.

A day in the Life
Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, found my way into the kitchen and had a cup, and looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat, and grabbed my hat, made the subway in 15 minutes flat
Found my way upstairs and had a coke
A meeting began and I went into a dream.

I read the news today oh boy
About GIs posing for gay porn
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
Thankfully no photograph

Yeah, so for most part the day went by routine. I had meetings, tiny inconveniences gave me unexpected results in the lab, and low and behold, my accomplishments did not reach my expectations. When I made it back to Melrose, I went to Newbury comics to try and find another John Vanderslice album with of course no luck. I did buy "The Royal Tennenbaums" which I watched tonight. I think I've seen it half a dozen times now and it just doesn't get old for me. I'm a big Wes Anderson fan, although I still haven't seen "Bottle Rocket". In addition I purchased "Being John Malkovich" which is another favorite of mine. It was only $10, for the price of two rentals I now own it, pretty sweet. I'm going in to work tomorrow, hopefully I will accomplish what I plan on accomplishing. I'm purposely setting the bar low, however Murphy's Law tends to be in effect lately.

I read the News tonight oh boy
Jacques Chirac fell for a disc jockey prank call
Although the tales were rather tall
Chirac fell for them all
They still don't know
how many fibs for the prank to fall

Chirac falls for 'Canadian PM' radio prank

Geez... I hope Apple Records doesn't sue my ass.

Pleasant Sadness

I must say, I really, especially, have a lack of things to talk about.

I'm too tired to breach politics, not creative enough to think of something silly. There are no news articles, that immediately struck my fancy today, nothing that matched my cynical commentary anyway.

The most entertaining thing I found was a survey on favorite movie tunes.

Favorite movie tunes

Weird enough, I chose "Suicide is painless" from Mash. The lack of people with the same opinion made me wonder if it doesn't represent some deep rooted problem I'm in denial of. What can I say, I just like the song in all its melancholy splendor. I always thought it was oddly comforting and introspective, while still remaining sad. It invokes a strange "pleasant sadness" in me. Even, and perhaps especially without lyrics it causes me to reflect on my life. I can recall hearing it lolling me to sleep in the distance as a child, as my parents talked lightly to each other about their day. At this point, not wanting to sleep I would ask for a glass of Juice. "Moooo-mmeee, can I have a glass of juice?" It kind of makes me wonder if I was feeling the same way as a child that I currently do now. Some times I'm stuck between not wanting to go to sleep, but not necessarily wanting to stay awake.

Anyhow back to the survey... It is sort of amusing that Bostonians gave the snobbish answers, which I wouldn't expect if say the poll was based out of some suburban community. The themes from the Wizard of Oz, and Casablanca getting listed as the best. I'm sure it would match the opinion of critics. If I had choose again, I might pick "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" myself. Did anyone catch the "Scrubs" episode on Tuesday where they closed with the hospital acapella group singing "Somewhere over the rainbow" on the rooftop? They covered, a cover of over the rainbow that is performed by a Hawaiian artist on ukelele. This cover can be heard in the movie "Finding Forrester". Anyway, it was precious, I have to hand it to the writers of Scrubs for being able to combine absurdity and life philosophy so successfully.

Lastly, for not giving "Burt Bacharach" props for "raindrops keep falling on my head", I'd like to smack the writers at the Globe. Musical composition is important, and, in that particular example perhaps even more so than the lyrics. The lyrics to that tune could have easily taken a different mood, although I can't currently imagine it any other way.

T.G.I.F!!