Saturday, June 30, 2018
I Am Sort of the Worst
Yeah, I haven't been posting. I think at one point I said I wasn't going to apologize for not posting, because that sort of assumes that anyone cares, and I realized long ago I was never going to have the fervent readership of a Dan Brown or a Kim Kardashian-West. But I do want to at least acknowledge that I've kind of been the worst lately, just for the record.
The truth is that I've had other stuff going on! Work has been quite busy, and in fact I just got back from a work trip to magical El Paso. (If you are thinking about going to El Paso, late June is definitely the best time.) This trip had the added side benefit of leaving me stranded in Dallas for an extra night, after which I basically had to promise to do weird sex stuff just to get a flight back to Chicago with a layover in Dayton. (If you are thinking about doing weird sex stuff, Dayton is definitely the best place.) But I did get back, and I am alive.
What else has filled the last four weeks or so? A lot of booking of conference rooms, if you're into that. A great deal of getting weirdly excited about finding cases that are good for my client's position on Westlaw. And a dash of screaming at the IT helpline when Citrix crashes and dumps three hours of work. What can I say? It's a living.
Yeah, I haven't been posting. I think at one point I said I wasn't going to apologize for not posting, because that sort of assumes that anyone cares, and I realized long ago I was never going to have the fervent readership of a Dan Brown or a Kim Kardashian-West. But I do want to at least acknowledge that I've kind of been the worst lately, just for the record.
The truth is that I've had other stuff going on! Work has been quite busy, and in fact I just got back from a work trip to magical El Paso. (If you are thinking about going to El Paso, late June is definitely the best time.) This trip had the added side benefit of leaving me stranded in Dallas for an extra night, after which I basically had to promise to do weird sex stuff just to get a flight back to Chicago with a layover in Dayton. (If you are thinking about doing weird sex stuff, Dayton is definitely the best place.) But I did get back, and I am alive.
What else has filled the last four weeks or so? A lot of booking of conference rooms, if you're into that. A great deal of getting weirdly excited about finding cases that are good for my client's position on Westlaw. And a dash of screaming at the IT helpline when Citrix crashes and dumps three hours of work. What can I say? It's a living.
Sunday, June 03, 2018
The Godfather, Parts I & II
I was called into service again as a godfather, this time for my niece. As an officially documented Catholic, I tend to be in demand for these services; unless you can produce proof of Confirmation, you get shunted off to Christian Witness status pretty fast. This time, I had to show up half an hour early for a practice session, which largely consisted of a sassy woman named Etta warning me that I'd better damned well answer yes when they asked me if I was ready to sponsor this child in the Catholic faith. I really do find it difficult to believe they have a real problem with people answering no with any frequency, but maybe that's just me. Maybe there are people who like to get dressed up and sit through a full mass just to fuck with them.
Anyway, the baptism went off without a hitch, unless you count my nephew basically trying to bathe himself in the baptismal fount. Or babbling to himself throughout the service. Or tossing a T Rex figurine across the church. Fortunately, he's still at an age where he can get by with pretty much anything. But I try to play one round of Candy Crush during the Nicene Creed and suddenly I'm blacklisted.
