More on randomness…

…Someone has pointed out to me that in my bio, where I list myself as an amateur cultural pundit, I have created a rather unique oxymoron. While this makes me happy in the way anyone would be happy if they were being unwittingly clever, this was not my intention.

I use Merriam-Webster’s people, and they say a pundit is a person who gives an opinion or speculation authoritatively, via mass media. Not that it is truly authoritative. Just that they say it as if it were…

Now THAT, my friends, suits me perfectly.

…Ever embarrass yourself publicly in front of people you work with? Ever do it while not technically at work?

Try rocking out to some pop music, in the car, with you son, while car dancing. People in other cars will stare. This is the second time my kid has been directly involved in my embarrassment in front of co-workers in the past two months.

…It’s gotten around the office that I enjoy myself a good gin and tonic on occasion. That it’s my ‘preferred drink’, if you will. Apparently it’s outside the office now.

It’s in the lunch line—where we were talking about how people need to slow down, relax, enjoy life more, etc. Someone (not from my office) said, “That’s what Xanax is for!” then looked directly at me, and said, “Or a big swig of gin!”

Coincidence?

…I was feeling pretty good about myself this morning! I went to bed early the night before, and woke up before my alarm went off. I went downstairs, got coffee, started up the computer, and turned on the news. The news gave me the first insight as to how my day was going to be—

She stopped in the middle of programming on the local early morning show to read the incoming report on the teleprompter. She told everyone else at the desk to be quiet while she read it. When she was almost done, she said, “Yeah, something’s going on here!” (Yeah, it’s called the news, and you’re live right now, sweetie!) She then went on to outline a semi vs. car wreck in front of the grocery store.

The person on the scene sent twit pics to show viewers. Except that it was pretty early in the morning, like I said. So it was dark. Camera phones don’t do all that well in the dark.

Later, once the reporter and cameraman on the scene were up and running, he dutifully outlined what had occurred, “only minutes ago.” This included a detailed description of the semi, “which was filled with some Mexican food.”

Both K and I found this entire chain of events wildly, inappropriately amusing.