Beatin it down

I'm sick of hospitals. I'm sick of gray. I'm sick of pot holes. I'm sick of never-ending paper loads. I'm sick of fat men with basset hounds. I'm sick of chapped lips. I'm sick of The Family Guy. I'm sick of ego-wars. Most of all, I'm sick of crappy things happening to good people. when you can't blame karma, who can you blame?

Still... there's much more that I'm not sick of-- I need to remember that.

I'm not sick of my cali or penny; i'm actually not nearly as sick of that boy i live with as i probably should be after 8.5 years (in fact he got a way decent haircut last night-- i approve with oggled-eyed nodding). i'm not sick of cookies or coffee or cookies and coffee. i'm enjoying the presence of 15 year olds (only now should you be concerned about my mental well being). i like the smell of the cedar that pleasantly commandeered my driveway. finally i enjoy the new / used pair of jeans i bought from the second hand store last weekend.

I like malts. I'm going to try and talk that boy i live with into going to 50s grill after visiting the hospital. i don't know if he'll jump on it -- but malts from the 50's grill can not be beat!

NA (netflix anxiety)

I discovered this week that Netflix makes me anxious, crabby and a little insane. In theory the service is awesome. The price is unbeatable (especially since bfingp pays). Plus Netflix has a vast selection offering anything from Fraggle Rock to nerdy LOTR documentaries.

Here's the problem: Netflix pressures me. The company hired a secret voice and sent it to me in some snazy reverseable red envelope. The voice crawled into my psyche and now sings me sob stories of unwatched movies. The voice tells me to add movies to my que and when they come, watch them quickly because there are many other valuable movies that I should see before I die. All these movies I receive must be watched ASAPLN (as soon as possible like now) because more movies are always coming out which I will also need to watch and will therefore place into my ever-growing que. In the end, the voice tells me that I'm a sub-par human being because I haven't watched the newest 20th century historical piece that I'm supposed to love because I liked Back to the Future parts I and II but not III. Anxiety-- see?

Now that baseball season has finally arrived, I don't want to watch movies as much. Baseball, even mediocre 2008 Twins baseball, engages me more than most movies nowadays. The problem is I feel like it's my duty to watch these movies. I mean, there are movies waiting to be delivered to me like yesterday.

Wait-- there is more.... Netflix plays games with me. For the last three weeks I've had I Am Legend at the top of my que. The last four times I've sent movies back I've hoped and dreamed that I am Legend will be shipped. I still don't have it. I sent three movies back yesterday. Tomorrow I'm getting the movie that sits 2nd, 4th and 5th in my que. Netflix is like, "Yo Miller, you want I am Legend???-- well guess what I'll send it to you .... after like a super-long-like-one-no-two-no-three-maybe four week wait!"

Take that...

Morneau is 0/8 this season. My theory is that he's suffering from NA or consumption of too much Mississippi water. I mean look at him when he's up to bat. He's shed his Canadian confidence and replaced it with nervous penguin.