The Rage of Taliban (you know, the one from “The Tempest”, not the religious/military group)

And the forecast for today is, tah tah dah, more rain. Clearly the weather for the past several weeks has been a pretty good reflection of me.

One good thing about this weekend’s “Apocalypse Not So Much Now” is that I can now spell apocalypse pretty much without even thinking about it. Bad thing about it is for all I know the Raptured happened, just not to anyone I know. What if the entire Hindu world has gone missing? And there were earthquakes–there quite often are; a volcano erupted–those sometimes happen; and I wondered if I could have made some money off of the end of days. Well, maybe next one.

That was pretty much the only good thing about the weekend. Well, that and Packy got to pitch–and he did pretty well for a first year player in his league. He started pitching with a really big lead and, by the time he was done, still had decent sized lead.

On Friday I went downtown and had my own little Latin Festival. Woot Woot!  But I will skip the details for now. Nothing that I need to etch into yourcollective memories.

This weekend I also learned that I can’t get pissed at people for being who they are or not being who you expected. Especially when they are a perfectly wonderful person. Finally I can apply Mumford and Sons to myself (not that I’ve been looking to be able to): “It was not your fault but mine…I really fucked it up this time, didn’t I my dear?” But, it should be obvious to most everyone that I haven’t exactly been on a roll lately.

I’m still trying to figure out if i’m feeling the rage of Taliban upon looking in the mirror and seeing his face; or the rage of Taliban upon looking and not seeing it.

Well, speaking of looking it’s about time to go and I’m looking forward to getting home and taking a nap. That is my entire goal for this evening.  Oh, that and try to make a quiche. Or, as we say around the ol’ water cooler, “Egg Pie.”

Word.

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