January 19, 2006
Feeling flat
Feeling completely flat today: not down, certainly not up, not tired, not energetic, definitely not interested.
I applied for a big fellowship, and the interviews for them are today and tomorrow. I applied two years ago and was a finalist, but this time, nada. (Robbo and LB Buddy---it was at the place where we were at the reception last March, at least Rob would've been there but you were out of town on bidness).
Alas.
Some things aren't meant to be, I guess (and if I had gotten it, it would have been prestige city, but with a significant negative impact on the family, plus I would have had to stay about a million miles away from the LLamabutchers). However, I think this serves as a good marker for the end of "Phase 1" of the career and the beginning of "Phase 2." More later.
UPDATE: I think an afternoon matinee of "King Kong" is in order.
And maybe I'll even have a Fresca.
UPDATE DEUX: Could be worse: could be Hasselhoff.
Bummer. Most greatness isn't recognized until much later. So at least you have that going for you.
Throw caution to the wind, get the Exxon Valdez of Mountain Dew...
Posted by: LB buddy at January 19, 2006 10:00 AMI wonder what happens if you try to smoke a Jr. Mint?
I'm definitely feeling in a Robert Hooke sort of science mood....
Posted by: Steve the LB at January 19, 2006 10:18 AMIt's ok, Steve.
Come here. Come give daddy a hug. You know what you can do? You can draw a nice, warm bath. You can make some hot cocoa. You can ...
SLAP!
... act like a man!
SLAP!
What's the matter with you. Is this how you turned out? A Hollywood fannuchio that cries like a woman.
BOO-HOO-HOO!
What can I do? What can I do? What is that nonsense. Ridiculous.
You spend time with your family?
'Cause a man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man.
Come here. You look terrible. I want you to eat. I want you to rest a while. And in a month from now, this... fellowship bigshot's gonna give you what you want.
I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse...Now you just go outside and enjoy yourself, and ah, forget about all this nonsense. I want you to leave it all to me.
Posted by: Bill from INDC at January 19, 2006 10:33 AMyou really need to put a warning on the Hasseloff link... Not sure that is safe for work... hell safe for anything!
I'm going to flush my eyes for about a week now...
Posted by: Jon at January 19, 2006 10:46 AMDude, go watch Bull Durham. Then execute phase two: the eradication of all nematode infestations throughout your A.O.
That is all.
Pep
Posted by: pep at January 19, 2006 11:44 AMJen---I was actually going for Judge Smales' "How about a Fresca, sport?" but Homer works better.
Posted by: Steve the LLamabutcher at January 19, 2006 08:49 PM
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