I Got 42 Problems But You Ain't One
May. 25th, 2021 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblog "Life moves pretty Slartibartfast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."
- Ferris Bueller's Towel Day Off
Yes, May 25th is That Day. It's also The Real Star Wars Day, as in the date of its actual 1977 premiere. Only 32 US cinemas saw fit to screen it on its first day. One of them was on one screen of a tiny twin cinema two "towns" over from us in Hicksville. Stop laughing at me; Billy Joel grew up there. A few weeks later, once the Otor's Hubbub started to get out and lines formed, my friend Dennis and I rode our bikes up Newbridge Road and caught an afternoon matinee of what was then only subtitled as "A New Hope."
May the 25th be sad, as well: it brought that for me from this day 10 years ago. I was down in Olean, about to begin a long road trip to see LJ friends and waiting for a court hearing for a client I would still be representing eight years later, and my relatively fresh iPhone 3 brought the news of the unexpected death of a friend. May kinda sucks for this sort of thing:P Dana was 56, but like my mentor Lloyd was a proud Yale graduate with a doctorate in English, but his real major was baseball, learning at the feet of future MLB commish Bart Giamatti, also taken too soon. His pride and joy was beginning the planning of an academic conference at the Hofstra University where he taught, to be held in 2012 on the 50th anniversary of the Mets first taking the field. The shock of his loss reverberated, from family to fellow bloggers to the New York Times. Two months later, another LJ friend and I honored his memory with a self-published collection of essays about his life and loss; the following April, the conference went on, bringing me lifetime memories of players and journalists from the team and deeper friendships with other bloggers and his beloved family. Many shared their ten-year moments today. I honor him every time I think of Shea, the place he loved above all.
I called that client today from the dental school parking lot; she was actually meaning to call me over something in her file I'd just seen on my attic venture last weekend. I was back on the UB campus to meet the client I see there, and to deliver my teeth booty from last week-
- which I also got the bill for yesterday. Ron discounted his $500 of work on that impression by close to 80 percent. He'll make it back on the rebuild, but my loyalty to him is rewarded in spades. Molars. Whatever.
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Other things seen today:
- A friend posted this clipping:
I immediately felt the need to rewrite it:
Single bedroom flat.
Utilities included.
No poets allowed.
In one word or less, tell me why I did that;)
And from just now:
When we took Pepper with the widows of the other doggies from our group Sunday, she inherited a bag of a couple of the just-passed Ursula's favorite things, including this squeaky pengawin. She immediately took a shine to it, shaking it in her mouth and all, but the fun part was watching the tiny Brozini getting in on the action. At one point, Eleanor saw him practically mount the toy so it could ride it down the hall.
Zoey has been out and about in the house today for the longest stretch since we started the eye meds close to three weeks ago. She seems more herself than she has in quite some time. It also helps, I think, that we've been wiping the nasty antiviral drops off her fur after bombing her eyeballs with the stuff. A washcloth works nicely, but a towel will do in a pinch.
Maybe I should change that last line to
No Vogon poets.
- Ferris Bueller's Towel Day Off
Yes, May 25th is That Day. It's also The Real Star Wars Day, as in the date of its actual 1977 premiere. Only 32 US cinemas saw fit to screen it on its first day. One of them was on one screen of a tiny twin cinema two "towns" over from us in Hicksville. Stop laughing at me; Billy Joel grew up there. A few weeks later, once the Otor's Hubbub started to get out and lines formed, my friend Dennis and I rode our bikes up Newbridge Road and caught an afternoon matinee of what was then only subtitled as "A New Hope."
May the 25th be sad, as well: it brought that for me from this day 10 years ago. I was down in Olean, about to begin a long road trip to see LJ friends and waiting for a court hearing for a client I would still be representing eight years later, and my relatively fresh iPhone 3 brought the news of the unexpected death of a friend. May kinda sucks for this sort of thing:P Dana was 56, but like my mentor Lloyd was a proud Yale graduate with a doctorate in English, but his real major was baseball, learning at the feet of future MLB commish Bart Giamatti, also taken too soon. His pride and joy was beginning the planning of an academic conference at the Hofstra University where he taught, to be held in 2012 on the 50th anniversary of the Mets first taking the field. The shock of his loss reverberated, from family to fellow bloggers to the New York Times. Two months later, another LJ friend and I honored his memory with a self-published collection of essays about his life and loss; the following April, the conference went on, bringing me lifetime memories of players and journalists from the team and deeper friendships with other bloggers and his beloved family. Many shared their ten-year moments today. I honor him every time I think of Shea, the place he loved above all.
I called that client today from the dental school parking lot; she was actually meaning to call me over something in her file I'd just seen on my attic venture last weekend. I was back on the UB campus to meet the client I see there, and to deliver my teeth booty from last week-
- which I also got the bill for yesterday. Ron discounted his $500 of work on that impression by close to 80 percent. He'll make it back on the rebuild, but my loyalty to him is rewarded in spades. Molars. Whatever.
----
Other things seen today:
- A friend posted this clipping:
I immediately felt the need to rewrite it:
Single bedroom flat.
Utilities included.
No poets allowed.
In one word or less, tell me why I did that;)
And from just now:
When we took Pepper with the widows of the other doggies from our group Sunday, she inherited a bag of a couple of the just-passed Ursula's favorite things, including this squeaky pengawin. She immediately took a shine to it, shaking it in her mouth and all, but the fun part was watching the tiny Brozini getting in on the action. At one point, Eleanor saw him practically mount the toy so it could ride it down the hall.
Zoey has been out and about in the house today for the longest stretch since we started the eye meds close to three weeks ago. She seems more herself than she has in quite some time. It also helps, I think, that we've been wiping the nasty antiviral drops off her fur after bombing her eyeballs with the stuff. A washcloth works nicely, but a towel will do in a pinch.
Maybe I should change that last line to
No Vogon poets.
OH my!
Date: 2021-05-26 12:05 pm (UTC)Kitties and eyedrops: had a kitty one time that somehow scratched his eye. Vet put him in a cone with drops for a few days. When treatment was done, we took him back, they removed the cone...and he IMMEDIATELY scratched himself in the eye again trying to get his face clean! Back the cone goes for another few days. :( Washcloths are wonderful!!
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Date: 2021-05-27 05:52 pm (UTC)Not mutually exclusive
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Date: 2021-05-27 05:17 pm (UTC)Not everyone would catch that.
The landlord wouldn't.
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Date: 2021-05-27 05:55 pm (UTC)You Vogon poets are not quite as unique as you think.