friday free for all
… Girlfriend and I attended the local Renaissance Fair this past Saturday. How I haven’t posted about it concerns me. That I’m concerned about not posting about it concerns me more. Expect a post next week. Socially awkward, disposable income, “gypsy” costumes and voluntary proximity make for an entertaining combination. Snaps are in the usual place.
… That this post even needed to be written frightens and depresses me.
… Because of The event in town, I was warned mmmm, scare tactics; so republican that I’d have to be available this entire weekend. Also, all work would need to be done from the office. As I don’t do anything related to the event, it won’t further my career in any way and I very much loathe being in this office, I was not happy.
Wednesday I learned that I would only have to work a media party Saturday evening, be available whatever that means Sunday and in the office on Labor day. The news was better than I expected and shifted my mood from a heated furious to a delightful irate.
… I caught up in my feed reader. That’s the first time that happened since day two of using it. I even cleaned out the feeds of ones I rarely read, were boring or hadn’t updated in awhile. I feel like a new man. purge!… but not… you know… in a bulimic way…
… and finally:
Remember way back when I mentioned how am crushing on the Sigg water bottles? Remember how I’m patient like a needs-a-nap two-year-old? Yeah… so I bought one. Three actually.
I’m pretty sure even though they’re in Sweden and couldn’t care less they were reading my post. Wednesday the online store was back in business. Sort of. When I first checked it obsess much? yes; yes I do there were only three “lifestyle” bottles there. It seemed to be populating while I watched and there were five eventually.
Curious read: impatient, I looked around some more and found a site that had thirty-some designs in different sizes. I bought a 1.0 liter and a .6 liter. Then, because she’s pretty and smart and tolerates me mostly the latter, I picked up one for Girlfriend the style of that one’s a secret; here’s a hint though: it’s aluminum.
I fully admit that I’m selectively anti-consumerism and purchased on impulse. Sexy though right? So stoked for them to show up at the door.
Aside: if this doesn’t creep you out a little, you’re not human.