Good morning, and welcome back to work. Don't worry, though-- it's a short week. You can make it.
I'm almost glad to be back at work, as the weekend felt so lethargic and disjointed. Moreso yesterday than Saturday, but still.
Friday night with Kelvin was a good time-- we went to Chammps (at least, I think that's how it's spelled) in Pentagon City. Very mellow evening, just spent talking women and sports-- pretty much the usual. It was good seeing Kelvin, but even then... I was very tired on Friday, and all too happy to go home at a relatively early (having nothing to do with Kelvin, for the record).
Saturday was spent down in Stafford with Andy, Laura, Peyton and their big-screen TV. Great, great college football day... but as I'm not accustomed to watching more than one game a day, it was weird. Not as weird as tripping ass-over-tea-kettle over their rabbit, but still.
Given the quality, though, I wound up watching several of the college games (OSU-Michigan, PSU-Michigan State, Miami-Georgia Tech, and USC-Fresno State), into the wee hours of the morning. Had a dream that Fresno State had taken their halftime lead and actually won the USC game. Woke up to find that USC had actually pulled it out, and that Reggie Bush is actually a half-man, half-God, half-possible centaur.
And yesterday? Well, even as it turned into a very last-minute, haphazard football day... man, the games just sucked. Something about this NFL season is... it's just incredibly underwhelming. Chris, Jeff and I wound up getting together, but none of us were really into it. Very smoky day at the bar, skunked beer, nothing-with-nothing games... bad times. That, and the fact that we hate one another.
I mean, it wasn't that bad, of course-- but it wasn't our best weekend get-together, either.
And then Family Guy, with the possible exception of Brian's "Peanut Butter Jelly Time" dance... the whole episode kinda sucked.
So, an underwhelming weekend. It happens.
Good thing that I downloaded a song called "Dogpaddlin' Home to Live with My Lord" to pick me up.
The division of property has started, and has gone swimmingly, so far. As I've already told some of you, it's been cathartic to rid myself of a lot of unnecessary garbage.
I'm wondering whether I'll have any furniture for the first few weeks at the new place, though.
Noel, will you be available as I begin my move? I could use your design assistance, especially when it comes to picking out some new furniture...
First R. Kelly, then Tom, now our President is trapped in the closet. Well, almost.
Reuters explains what happened:
The final reporter he called on critiqued Bush's performance earlier in the day when he stood next to Hu in the Great Hall of the People on Tiananmen Square to deliver a statement.
"Respectfully, sir -- you know we're always respectful -- in your statement this morning with President Hu, you seemed a little off your game, you seemed to hurry through your statement. There was a lack of enthusiasm. Was something bothering you?" he asked.
"Have you ever heard of jet lag?" Bush responded. "Well, good. That answers your question."
The president then recited a list of things of that he viewed as positive developments from his Beijing meetings, including cooperation on North Korean nuclear disarmament and the ability to have "frank discussions" with his Chinese counterpart.
When the reporter asked for "a very quick follow-up," Bush cut him off by thanking the press corps and telling the reporter "No you may not," as he strode toward a set of double doors leading out of the room.
The only problem was that they were locked.
"I was trying to escape. Obviously, it didn't work," Bush quipped, facing reporters again until an aide rescued him by pointing to him toward the correct door.