So when

the director

yells cut

I'll be fine.

Am sure this is completely normal, but last Friday morning as I was leaving for work at the ungodly hour that rules my life, I was walking down the stairs from my apartment when I heard a party going on on a floor below me. That's nice, I thought. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of two men yelling, followed by an apartment door opening and one voice saying, "IT'S JUST NOT COOL BRO." The voice came walking out in front of me, covered head to toe in whipped cream. He looked up at me, gave the traditional head nod and "hey what's up" that is the trademark of our generation, and continued down the stairs. As I followed him out the front door I had to watch where I walked as not to step in mounds of Cool Whip that had fallen from his body.

And then I went to work.

If God were to create a new third world country, He'd name it DELTA AIRLINES.

Christmas Eve

At home in my thank-God-I-grew-up-here hometown and it is, amazingly, a white Christmas. My first in I can't remember how long. Today a cooking frenzy of meatballs and sausages and sauce and cannoli filling, all to be eaten tomorrow, and of course a round of filipino food that was inhaled tonight... and two better food matches I cannot imagine. Now it is blizzarding, a whirling dervish of fat fluffy flakes pelting the pine trees and the pond out back and the skylight up above. The fire is lit, the stockings have been opened, the tree waits for us to sit by it tomorrow, and I am off to bed. This is my favorite night of the year, because of who I get to share it with, under one roof, with nothing to do but eat and open presents. And now, snow. So much snow. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better.

Blizzard 2009

If you're going through hell, keep going.
-- Winston Churchill

Why I Love My Job (Part 578)