When I was a kid I frequently heard adults talking about how “time flies.” They’d say things like, “I can’t believe it’s February already!” Then, a few weeks later: “I can’t believe it’s March already!”
This always confused me, because minutes are minutes and hours are hours. Right? They don’t expand and contract, depending on the user. I suspected it was just people clapping their gums together, and engaging in some sort of confusing grown-up ritual of complete and utter bullshit.
But I now realize I was wrong…
How? Seriously, how could it be 2010? I got laid-off in 2007, and it seems like a year ago. I’ve been at my new job for more than two years already, but I still feel compelled to call it my new job. It’s terrifying.
Our kids were off from school for a couple of weeks over Christmas, etc., and I have no doubt it felt like three months to them. I remember how long a single day seemed when I was their age. A normal weekend stretched out for miles, and summer was a full-blown eternity.
I had a great time as a youngling, so it wasn’t because I was tortured, or anything like that. Everything just seems slowed way down when you’re a kid, and gets increasingly cranked-up the longer you stick around. I don’t really understand it, and also don’t care for it.
It’s colder than a well-digger’s brass titties (or whatever) right now. But by the time I get out of the shower in a few minutes it’ll be opening day of baseball season. And when I’m at work tonight Toney and I will be discussing this weekend’s Fourth of July deck feast.
It scares the gravy out of me, if you wanna know the truth.
I got a haircut on New Years Day, at Hags ‘n’ Fags, and my “barber” told me I’ll be having good luck in 2010, as a result. “A haircut on New Years Day will always bring you good luck in the coming year,” she informed me, just as serious as C-Span. So, at least I’ve got that going for me…
We did nothing on New Years Eve, as usual, except drink beer and watch TV. Toney and the boys were in bed by ten, and I watched a couple episodes of Dexter via the fancy new Netflix “Watch Instantly” feature. I didn’t even see the ball drop (heh), or monitor Dick Clark’s condition.
And speaking of Dick Clark… Brad sent this to me, and I’d like to say I’m deeply offended. But, of course, I’m not.
I was atop the platform on NYE, clear-cutting timber by 12:30, with Andy snoozing between my and Toney’s feet at the foot of the bed. Oh, it was a wild party-like atmosphere at the compound, as usual.
Did you do anything interesting? We need to know.
On Friday Toney was suffering from an advanced case of cabin fever, so we went running around for a little while. I wanted to go to Borders, to see if they’d marked-down the price on their calendars yet. And they had, but I still didn’t buy anything.
I have my eye on a really cool vintage DC Comics calendar, but I just couldn’t pull the trigger on it — even at 50% off. I need something for the bunker, but that decision is still pending.
Is your main calendar as big a production as it is for me? And for Toney too… She puts a lot of thought into it, as well. Or do you just tack up some crap your insurance agent sent you?
In the comments tell us about your 2010 calendar, if you’ve chosen. Me? I’ll probably wait too long, and miss out on the DC model I’ve been eyeing for a couple of weeks. Then I’ll have to settle for something “ironic” like Chickens, or a celebration of John Deere tractors.
Actually, if I could choose ANY calendar, it would be this one. But it’s impossible to find. Impossible, I say.
I have a lot of stuff I was planning to cover today, but I think I’m going to stop right here. I asked a couple of questionable Questions up there, so we’ll just go with ’em.
A couple of quick things, before I go…
I overhauled the ABOUT page on Saturday. Check it out. It was long overdue, and I’m semi-pleased with it. I’d like to get your opinions, though. Does it sum up the Surf Report vibe? New readers use that page to try to get a handle on our little world here. How well does it work? And what else could I add to it? I might someday change that stoopid picture, to something more… traditional. But we’ll see how it goes.
And I know this will cause some of you to roll your eyes and say, “Yeah, right.” But I haven’t gotten around to changing the price on the Evil Twin shirts yet. I swear it’s true; I’m not playing games here. So, if you want one, buy it now. I’m going to raise the price to sixteen bucks momentarily. As soon as I build-up enough energy to swap out the PayPal code, that is.
Have a great day, my friends. I’m looking forward to another fun year with you guys!
See ya tomorrow.