Jamalyn (jamalyn) wrote,
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Somewhere, beyond the sea, somewhere, waiting for me...

“People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.”
-Logan Pearsall Smith





Jim Davis had a dry spell with his Garfield strip. It just was not all that funny for the longest time (and I really do enjoy my Garfield). But lately…lately, he’s had hit after hit (in my not-so-humble opinion, anyway).











~*~

There was a photograph of Murakami in People magazine (January 17th). I was rather shocked to find it as I thumbed through, waiting for the person we were supposed to meet to arrive.

“What is it?” E---- asked at my small noise.

“Murakami,” I answered pointing at the image.

“That man you’ve been reading?”

I was mildly amused to learn that I had been reading a man. “Yes. I’ve never seen his picture before.”

“So?” E---- inquired, “Does he look like you imagined?”

“Eh…” I hedged, “Not really. Somehow…”

E---- peered over my shoulder, “What did you think he looked like?”

“I don’t really know,” I had to admit, “Taller, I guess.”

“Taller?”

That was when I realized that the photograph was only a headshot. “Well,” somehow, I still felt that taller described my impression, “More lanky?” I tried.

“Mmm.” It was the only thing E---- managed to say before our host arrived and the topic never came up again so I have no idea of what it was he intended to say. I wish that I did.


~*~



Yeah. I’ll admit it. I moonlight. I like money. :) This is a call I received while working last night that made me smile.



Caller: Is there anything toxic in an old AC?

Me: What’s the situation?

Caller: Well…Uh…I were moving this old AC and a spider came crawling out … *long pause* …

Me: Was someone bitten?

Caller: Uh…no…uh, long story, short: there was a spider and…uh… the air conditioner got a bunch of puncture holes all in it and white stuff sprayed everywhere…

Me: … … … Did any get on anyone?

Caller: No, No. The dog and I are fine. It’s kind of cloudy in the room though.

Me: Okay, its just freon. Just open the windows and let the room air out.

Caller: That’s all?

Me: That’s all.



I wanted to tell him not to try to use an ice-pick (or similar tool) the next time he saw a spider he wanted to kill, but I didn’t have the heart.



~*~


I was standing at the counter by the coffee pot, pouring a cup and J---- was sitting at the little table in the middle of the room, already sipping his as he flipped through an old copy of National Geographic when A---- walked in, singing an old ‘80’s song.

He paused, basking for a moment in the glory that was two people giving them their absolute attention before asking, “What the hell is a ‘Safety Dance’?”

I poured an equate packet into my coffee, stirring, as I continued to stare at A----, completely at a loss for how I should respond. I was very surprised to hear J---- speak up, but mere seconds later:

“Well it sure the hell isn’t the lambada.”


One shouldn’t laugh that hard that early in the morning. It hurts.
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