the pattyo

Salt Lake City?! No thanks. And Orange County too … they must have me pegged as very strongly conservative. (Hope you all remember I’m actually a Liberative, or Conserberal, depending upon my mood.) And I’m a “non-intellectual”? Geesh. I know I’m not extremely intelligent, but still ….

Ah well. These online tests never lie.

Right?

;-)

(Seen first at A Glass of Chianti)
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I’ve received this one in the past, but I’m finally “sharing” … the first line of this one reads:

Thanks for notifying us with your weight problem concerns.

I might have a weight problem and I might even be concerned but I sure haven’t ever written to anyone about it! ;-)

Sigh.
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Whew! Finally!

This is it, folks. I have received the email of my dreams. I will order immediately. I don’t care the cost, it will be worth it. Just read this:

Dear Visiting,

Do you want the perfect oboe reed? The one that never
dies? The one that is always ready to be played?
Then we have a deal for you! Just send your cashier’s
check to us in the amount of $xxxxxxxx.00 and soon
your reed problems will be over.

The Fabulous Fantastic Reed Company

P.S. Order today and receive a complementary house
cleaning AND painting! With any order of 10 reeds or
more you also get free yard work for a month!

Oh dear. Trouble is, the email address implies the sender is a … are you ready? … drum roll … a bassoon player.

I knew it was too good to be true.

Back to the drawing board. Or the waiting room. Or something.
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I received several emails with this subject header:

See your friend’s mom naked.

Let’s see … how much fun would this be?

Or not.

I really don’t get (“get” as in “understand”) all this spam. How many folks actually go for this stuff? I’ve won the lottery. I have far too many offers of great mortgage rates. I can, of course, see naked people. Lots and lots of them. I have had many people write to hand their fortunes over to me. And of course if I want viagra (although they somehow manage to spell it wrong all the time) I can have it. For cheap.

So far no one has offered to fix my yard. No one has emailed to offer to paint the house. And not one cleaning service has written to say I’ve won a free house cleaning service. And I can’t understand why no one sends me messages about the perfect oboe reed. That never dies. And is always ready to be played.

Now those emails I’d at least read. Maybe.

Or not.
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Just got this message: “solemate for you near by”

Um … right.

Let’s see … a fish mate?

Or are they talking about something that will love my feet?

Or perhaps they mean that I’m best on my own?
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I wonder why I always manage to find the seat right underneath the air conditioner when I go into coffee shops and restaurants? And why is the air conditioning on in Santa Cruz anyway?! And why do we “condition” air? ;-)

… and now: “heigh ho, heigh ho, it’s up the hill I go!” … time to close the iBook, go up to campus, rehearse Poulenc trio and then teach. No more email access for a while. UCSC doesn’t allow me to get email via the planet (you can always email me via this address if it’s urgent because I can check that online), or do IM or anything, for some bizarre reason. Maybe because they know I’m an addict? (Sigh.)
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Okay … on a more positive note here … I woke up this morning and saw my Tylenol PM pills sitting on the counter. This means I forgot to take them. More importantly this means that I slept through the night—and quite peacefully too! Hoorah! I suspect the reason I’m sleeping better is that the Omeprazole that I’m taking is actually working.

So there. Something positive.

How ’bout that!?
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I was listening to the radio on my way to AVAC today and the person talking about traffic told us to be careful if we were in a certain area because there was some sort of police thing going on where they are catching speeders.

I thought “Hmm. I wonder if the police like this to be announced?!” After all, they are trying to catch people who speed. Now any listeners of this particular station have been warned. So they can be careful. For a short time.

But see, here’s the thing … isn’t speeding always wrong? It’s not just wrong when you get caught. Just like lying is wrong. And stealing.

I know, I know, I sound like a silly and naive child. But I’m just really weary of hearing about dishonest stuff going on. I’m tired of hearing people say that they made a bit of money because a checker gave them back too much change. (Is it so difficult to tell the person “Um, I think you made an error and gave me back more than you should have”?) If I know someone has given me back too much money, or hasn’t charged me for something, I’m stealing. Period. I’m tired of hearing about pillows or towels that were taken from a plane or a hotel. It just bugs me. I’m tired of hearing about someone getting away with a lie that offered them a “deal” in some way or another … as if the lie was wise of them to tell in order to save a few bucks.

Oh bother! I’m sounding really self-righteous. Sorry. I am not perfect and have certainly done things in a dishonest way. I guess I’m tired of how braggy some folks get about their dishonesty.

So a lot of people will disagree with me. But this is my ramble so I’m just gonna ramble away! I’m in the mood … and, yeah, a few things have occurred lately that fit my ramble which is why I’m spouting off here (where no one who has done these things will see my words).

I don’t believe in “little white lies”. There are lies. There is truth. That’s all.

And while I’m being annoying, what was with my church’s bulletin (program) yesterday? Instead of the stock stuff they usually have with a really bad picture and a verse, there was a bad black and white photocopy that was obviously done by “us” (the church) of a US military guy — looked to be army with the helmet and all — on the front cover. The verse was “be soldiers for Christ” or something. And I don’t get it. Being a “soldier for Christ” has nothing to do with the US military. Last I knew it had nothing to do with guns or killing people, in fact.

Hmmm.

Maybe I’m overly hungry and that is making me ornery. Ya think?

Rant over. Back into my cave I go! ;-)

(Is this the most juvenile thing I’ve written or WHAT?! Sigh. Food. I need food.)
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I always manage to like the most expensive table in a catalogue.

What does this say about me anyway? That I have expensive taste? That I have good taste? (I like that better!) That I chose the wrong profession? That I need to play the lottery?

Probably just that I’m materialistic. Sigh.

Jameson has two more performances of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I have to say they are doing a wonderful job with Shakespeare! I’m quite impressed. Dan and I will go again to closing night (Saturday). I’m looking forward to it!

Next week work begins again. I’ve had a few weeks off of performing, and while it’s been nice it’s been a bit too long of a break for me. (But I didn’t manage to get Kelsey’s room turned into a studio, which means that isn’t going to happen until after the new year. Sigh.) You know how it goes—once I begin again I’ll be working harder than ever. I don’t believe I’ll have a break until after Nutcrackers end. This means my first free weekend will be Christmas weekend. Whew!

But working means income means paying bills. So it’s a good thing. :-)
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!

I hope this is a great and wonderful year for you!

:-)
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