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captainsblogDeja vu all over again, eating a morning of my life in a car repair joint while it's my car, this time, that gets her rubber on. All the usual annoyances: Wifi that runs out two hours before it's supposed to, the constant din of the television in the waiting room, and sweet Jesus at least one customer who was so reeking of cigarette smoke I had to move, just in case an acetylene torch from two buildings over ignited the guy.
I did need to attend to this, though, before snow season finally kicks in here. Yes, that's future tense (or pluperfect, or SOMETHING); three days into December, and we've had barely a measurable flake here. I'm figuring it's holding out for next week, when I am committed to three separate daytrips out of town, the last of them straight into the teeth of Dirty Old Man Winter Bastard's headquarters of Olean.
Before all that, I have what promises to be as long and worklike a day at church tomorrow. No actual worship involvement this time, but when I took on a certain committee assignment there, it turned out that I also got snared into an endless parade of ex officio memberships that will likely tie me up from before 10 tomorrow morning and well into the afternoon.
As I briefly mentioned yesterday, Eleanor and I have begun listening to Cabin Pressure episodes, which two different friends recommended less than a day apart, and which is quite fun even if we can't always crack the accents or the in-references to people like Bob Holness. The whole class-warfare riff about "Sir" was especially timely, since Eleanor's store got visited yesterday by Danny Wegman and his daughter Colleen, they with their name on all the tins. Despite coming with an impressive entourage and scaring the bejeeezus out of most of the employees, they really aren't "Sir" kind of people; I saw Colleen in there on one of her previous store visits, and she wears the same style of name tag that Eleanor does.
(No, tire store, I really don't need to see the "highlights" from last night's Sabres-Red Wings game. I've been up since 5 and I'll likely miss the highlight if I blink from the fatigue.)
I thought I'd have some CP's to listen to here, but the only ones I downloaded from the comm for that (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cabin_pressure, which is open membership but which requires it for the download-tagged entries to appear) turned out to be Something Completely Different- John Finnemore's Souvenir Programme, which is more of a sketch-comedy style set of bits, and I want to get back to the hil-air-iaty.
Time to shut this puppy down and see if they're done. I don't think I could handle the shock of seeing the Sabres' only goal from last night.
Finally, happy belated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bill_sheehan and his stealth birthday. You gotta put those in the profiles for us old farts to keep up, dude:)
I did need to attend to this, though, before snow season finally kicks in here. Yes, that's future tense (or pluperfect, or SOMETHING); three days into December, and we've had barely a measurable flake here. I'm figuring it's holding out for next week, when I am committed to three separate daytrips out of town, the last of them straight into the teeth of Dirty Old Man Winter Bastard's headquarters of Olean.
Before all that, I have what promises to be as long and worklike a day at church tomorrow. No actual worship involvement this time, but when I took on a certain committee assignment there, it turned out that I also got snared into an endless parade of ex officio memberships that will likely tie me up from before 10 tomorrow morning and well into the afternoon.
As I briefly mentioned yesterday, Eleanor and I have begun listening to Cabin Pressure episodes, which two different friends recommended less than a day apart, and which is quite fun even if we can't always crack the accents or the in-references to people like Bob Holness. The whole class-warfare riff about "Sir" was especially timely, since Eleanor's store got visited yesterday by Danny Wegman and his daughter Colleen, they with their name on all the tins. Despite coming with an impressive entourage and scaring the bejeeezus out of most of the employees, they really aren't "Sir" kind of people; I saw Colleen in there on one of her previous store visits, and she wears the same style of name tag that Eleanor does.
(No, tire store, I really don't need to see the "highlights" from last night's Sabres-Red Wings game. I've been up since 5 and I'll likely miss the highlight if I blink from the fatigue.)
I thought I'd have some CP's to listen to here, but the only ones I downloaded from the comm for that (
cabin_pressure, which is open membership but which requires it for the download-tagged entries to appear) turned out to be Something Completely Different- John Finnemore's Souvenir Programme, which is more of a sketch-comedy style set of bits, and I want to get back to the hil-air-iaty.Time to shut this puppy down and see if they're done. I don't think I could handle the shock of seeing the Sabres' only goal from last night.
Finally, happy belated to
bill_sheehan and his stealth birthday. You gotta put those in the profiles for us old farts to keep up, dude:)