So, Nancy is reportedly writing a book of some kind, with another professor. And her writing partner sounds like he might actually be wackier than she is.
She told Toney the guy is “absolutely brilliant,” but strange. During their most recent meeting, for instance, he announced that he has a split personality. And the Michael she’d known up to that point was “host Michael.” But today she was dealing with “alternate Michael.”
“Host Michael is excited to be working with you on this project,” he said. “But alternate Michael is feeling resentful, and frankly annoyed. Alternate Michael wishes he were somewhere else right now.”
Toney was telling me about this kookery, and it just confirmed how we need more Nancy in our lives. She’s the gift that keeps on giving. We haven’t seen her, or her family, in a long time.
However… Unless something changes, Toney and her cousin are going to fly to North (or is it South?) Carolina, for a visit, in just a few weeks. I won’t get to witness anything first-hand, but Toney does a good job at reporting from the field. So, stay tuned.
Oh, and Nancy’s reaction to the Host/Alternate Michael revelation? “I’m sure he’ll just be another man who lets me down…” Awwww, that’s sad.
I worked more than 60 hours last week, and unless my heart seizes up, I’ll be doing it again this week. Sorry I’ve been falling down on my posting duties, but I’m living at my job these days. Not good.
One night I was there, and bought a salad for lunch. They have a pretty good salad bar in the cafeteria, and it’s cheap. I pile ’em up, and they never costs more than four bucks.
Anyway, they had radishes on the salad bar. I don’t see radishes too often anymore. It seems like they were around a lot more when I was a kid. Have they fallen out of favor? I always liked them.
In fact, they remind me of my grandmother. She used to cut up celery and cucumbers, and that sort o’ thing. She called it a relish tray. And there were always radishes. So, they’ll forever be associated with my grandmother.
One thing I forgot, though: they’re big-time burp fuel. Wow! I was belching those bastards deep into the night. It wasn’t bad, though. At least not for me. I can’t speak for my co-workers.
For a Question, I’d like to know your favorite burp-inducing foods. Hot dogs will do the trick, in a pleasing way. What else do you recommend? Use the comments link below.
And I’ll try to do better this week. No promises, though. My one-day weekend is over.
See ya next time, my friends!