Oh, did I mention that I'm even pissed-offer than I was in my last entry? Well I am.
See, again, this all goes back to the United Way Day of Caring. More cancellations, after I thought I'd pretty much made it clear that we were committed to these projects. I need to call the United Way office, explain the situation, etc., and whomever I speak to is going to be calm and reasonable, and somewhere under that warm, understanding exterior, she's going to be kicking and screaming and pulling her hair out. And I can't blame her, since it's-- Damn and blast. I had just paused to take a quick look at Fark.com, and now I'm all depressed.
Warren Zevon's dead at 56. Coincidentally, I have a greatest hits album of his here at work, so I guess I'm going to listen to that a lot today. I remember last year when he made the public announcement that he had cancer, he had been given three months to live and said that he'd be okay if he could only make it to the next Bond film. Lucky for him, he lasted quite a bit longer than expected, and he did live to see the next Bond film.
I thought it was pretty lousy.
And when I saw it, I immediately felt kind of bad for Warren, until it occurred to me that I think all the Bond films are pretty lousy (except for Casino Royale), which puts me in a minority. Oh, well. Anyway, yeah. This morning sucks.
