Remember that scene in the Poseidon Adventure where Shelley Winters volunteers to tie a rope around her considerable waist, and swim a long distance underwater to help save her friends? And it just goes on and on, and is excruciating because we know she’s all fat and old? Well, today I am Shelley Winters.
I’ve been working ridiculous hours, in order to create a much-needed cash injection. And I don’t know what’s going on with me, but it’s kicking my ass. I’ve done much longer stretches, but this one is taking a toll. Maybe it’s the unrelenting heat, in conjunction with the crazy hours? I just don’t know.
And the cash injection? Yeah, well… On Friday Toney’s car shit the credenza, and the guy at the first garage gave us a repair estimate of $1200. So, there you go. Injection gone — in order to get us back to where we were last Thursday. Good stuff.
I’m not going to go into detail about the car troubles, because I don’t want to hear it. Why don’t you fix it yourself? Why don’t you do this, or this, or this? Blow me. I’m in no mood. We’re getting a second opinion on it, from a more reputable mechanic. I don’t trust the first guy, and won’t give him a nickel. I’m picking up a distinct “unnecessary repairs” vibe coming off that dickhead. We’ll see. We should know something this afternoon.
A couple of people have told me that it’s a good thing I’m working all these hours, to pay for the repairs. I don’t look at it that way. The extra money was supposed to improve things, not maintain the status quo. Is my point of view outta whack, or do you agree? Let me know your thoughts on it.
Yesterday morning I got out of bed, crop-dusted my way to the coffee maker, and flopped down in a living room chair with the newspaper on my lap. Within minutes Toney came home from the grocery store, and said, “What was that weird email you just sent me?”
Huh? I’d sent no emails. I was barely conscious.
Turns out some asshole overtook one of my Gmail accounts — my personal one — and sent a message that contained a malicious link. It went to every contact associated with that account. Grrr… Check out the activity log:
Once again, the former Soviet Union! What’s the story?? Why does all internet mayhem seem to originate in one of the Eastern European countries? It seems to be a hive of alcoholism, bad haircuts, and low-rent criminality.
It didn’t take long to regain control of the account, but the damage had already been done.
One cool thing? The email went to the help desk at my old hosting company, and they responded with a detailed list of things to do when your email account is hijacked. I’m not even a customer there anymore, and they still tried to help. It wasn’t a canned response, either. They’re a small company, and I loved them for a long time. But they couldn’t keep the Russians out of my files, so I had to move on. Ironic, huh?
Yeah, it’s been a challenge. But the work marathon is almost over — just two more days. And I did get some promising news last week about one of my extracurricular projects, which excites me. I cling to any positive scrap of good news, like a life preserver.
And a publisher of textbooks(?!), offered me $200 to reprint a couple of my Ads vs. Reality photos. This is the second time it’s happened; last time I got $300. How cool is that? Found-money for snapshots of burgers I ate in 2007!
Also, a member of the vast network of liars and backstabbers forwarded this photo, straight from the stadium at least week’s MLB All-Star game:
And my brain is coming up with good ideas again. I’m tired as hell, but the ideas are flowin’. Sometimes I worry, because I go through protracted idea droughts. But it’s kicking right now. It gives me hope.
So, it hasn’t been ALL bad.
Sorry I’ve been away for so long. What’s been going on with you guys? Anything remarkable from the past week or so — good or bad? Please bring us up to date on it, in the comments section.
And I’ll see you again tomorrow.
Thanks for reading!