In Mourning for Robert Asprin

While cruising the internet tonight, I've just learned that Robert Asprin passed away, unexpectedly on May 22. I'm a huge fan of his MythAdventures books and I think I'm still a little bit in shock. I'm just feeling so very sad that I won't be able to pounce on more of his books.

I'm not sure why I felt the need to write this here. I guess I just wanted to add my bit to the rest of his fans.

He will be missed.

bleh

Today ended the holiday weekend. Holiday weekends are good because my family actually makes money then. Holiday weekends suck because they are *so* much work. I want to sleep in a little ball of sleepy for a day or two, but I have to got to my *real* job tomorrow. bleh.

I'll probably feel better once I shower. I picked up the garbage this afternoon, which I usually don't do. I actually don't mind doing it at all... I always walk it and it is fun that way and good exercise too. But now I feel all grubby and sweaty and some unidentifiable substances dripped on my birks at one point so I'd way like a shower. Plus I think I squished about a thousand gypsy moth caterpillars. The damn things are everywhere.

I just needed to vent. I'm done now.

A day in the life of my cat

This is the conversation I've had with my cat at least six times so far today;

cat: Hey you with the thumbs, open the door.

me: It's raining. You won't like it.

cat: Just open the door and let me out.

me: Fine. (opens door)

cat: WTF! Water is falling from the sky! Bastards!

me: I told you it was raining.

cat: You did this on purpose! Make it stop! Now!

me: I don't control the weather.

cat: Well fine, see if I care, didn't want to go out anyway. (stalks off)

me: (closes door and returns to what she was doing)

Ten minutes later...

cat: Hey, open the door! I wanna go out!

me: (sigh) It's still raining.

cat: Lies! You just don't want to get up.

me: (goes to door, opens it, rain is pouring harder) See still raining.

cat: Damn it all! (stalks off)

Repeat roughly every ten to fifteen minutes. This has been my day. At least it's a distraction from laundry.

Time, a rant.

Time is so subjective. One minute takes an eternity and the next just a blink of an eye. Time is everywhere. I think that is why it's so hard to talk about. Our language is dependent on a linear progression of this thing we call time. But what is it really? I knew what it was until I started to try to talk about it. Now, I'm not so sure. Some days I think I think too much. This seems to be one of those days.

I can't help but wonder what I'm doing. I find myself wishing for time to pass faster, and then I step back and wonder if I'm wishing my life away. Not only is time mysterious, but it is clearly limited. We have no idea exactly how much we have, but we're all certain that some day, some time, our time will run out. So as I sit here at work, wasting time and watching it pass, I worry that there is something more important that I should be doing. Something, I don't know, Big. Responsible. Adult. And I can't think what it could be. I may be a responsible adult to the rest of the world, but I don't think of myself that way. I blame that feeling of needing to do something. It is that same feeling that you get when you're in school and you suddenly realize that it is the end of the semester and there's a term paper due that you had completely forgotten about. That sense of urgency overlaid with a feeling of impending doom, accented by guilt, anxiety, panic, and shame.

But I don't have a term paper due. And I've gone through and checked and all my bills are paid. I can't find anything I've forgotten to do, and this feeling has been there, lurking in the back of my head, for years. So I've begun to wonder, is that what time feels like? The random moment of pressure in the back of the mind, the hint of urgency, is that Time reminding me of its presence, and its inevitable conclusion?

Such are the thoughts running through my head on this quiet Thursday morning at the Rest Area. The occasional traveler who passes by and responds to my greetings probably thinks I'm playing games or chatting. God, I love my job.

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saw this and couldn't help but laugh. It needs to be here.