April 2, 2006

Dorothy Parker

So, what fresh hell is this?, to quote the always fabulous Dorothy. She said it to answer the phone; I say it to greet the day.

Daylight savings has tossed my already misaligned daily rhythyms right out the window. By the time I've finished resetting every clock, phone, thermostat and timer, it'll be time to set them back again.

I say we follow those notoriously rebellious Saskatchewanites, and refuse to play along. My dad was from there, and it comes as no surprise to me that they took a pass on something so stupid. I don't hear their world crashing to a halt, and they're still pooping at the same time every day.

The older I get, the more I like things, well, just the way I like things. I plan my spontanaiety carefully. I need to bend the ear of Those in Control of these things, if anyone actually is. I think it's probably more like those people on Lost who keep pushing a button, just in case something happens if they don't.

But, as my mother used to say, "if you can't say something nice about someone..." and as Dorothy finished it, "come sit next to me."


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