Hopefully this week’s SYW post doesn’t spend an eternity in the waiting room of Purgatory like the last one…
It’s Tuesday, and that means two things! First, I’ll finally be getting that loan back from Wimpy. And second, it’s time to share my world! Or at least answer a few questions Melanie leaves us on her blog every week. Unless you work with the CSI team, there isn’t a whole lot you can learn about a person from just four questions. Oh well. Roll that beautiful earth footage!
What happens when the planet spins too close to a Xerox machine…
What’s your favorite way to spend a weekend?
I guess we should first define “weekend” as the days where you don’t have to show up at your place of employment. Some people have weekends and some people just get random days off wherever. Mine happens to run from Wednesday morning until Friday evening… except for weeks like this one where I slap a couple PTO days down and take a four day weekend (a.k.a. The Four Dayer). I don’t have to go back to work until Saturday night, bitches! What do you think about that? Oh, you’re not jealous because you wouldn’t want to work on Saturday nights. Your loss, man. Wait, what was the question again?
This would be me all weekend long…. if I wore a suit and tie.
Who do you admire most in the world?
I admire the civil servant guy who has to drive around all day and scoop nasty, splattered, stinking roadkill off the roads. Talk about a tough job, but somebody has to do it…
Even worse when a certain possum we all know and love is involved…
What do you regret not doing?
I don’t know. Any moment in our life where there was a fork that we later wished we might have taken is generally some life changing event that would be taking place in an alternate universe. Who knows what that choice would have actually brought our way, and more importantly, all the unforeseen butterfly effect things that it would have changed in our life. If you Marty McFlyed yourself back to when you had the chance to take that cushy job you were offered instead of the dead end rut you’re stuck in… your new self might seem happy at first. Until the day you wound up in a fatal wreck commuting to that dream job…
If there’s anything we should have learned from Choose Your Own Adventure books… it’s that the best choices in life are the ones that always get us killed.
If you see a puddle on the ground, do you walk around it or over/in it?
I wear cheap shoes. Really, really cheap shoes that easily get holes in them. Wet feet are not happy feet…
Sunpuddles are well worth jumping in, though…
The traditional gratitude question was replaced with some romantic, squishy booby hug, possibly sappy and overly sugary shit about love… and obviously don’t apply to me who has never had to spend a dime on Valentine’s Day commercialism. And having a bit of an OCD streak in me, it bothers me to not end SYW on the gratitude question….
Yeah, I’m such a pain in the ass…
So…. I’m thankful that I was able to arrive home from work safely on Sunday morning in the absolute worst ice storm I’ve ever driven in. The freezing rain itself wasn’t anything special… it was the timing of the storm. Our city apparently thinks nobody has any business being on the roads at 7 AM on a Sunday morning… and just allowed the entire grid to turn into a huge sheet of ice rather than have the salt trucks out before it turned bad. I guess we know what the Mayor does on his weekends….. nothing.
If only the freezing rain had started before 4:20 AM…
Evil Squirrel's Nest 
yes… that is a hard job to clean the roads… but I’m glad that even this guys have a lucky day from time to time.
Who knows… one day he may end up scooping up the possum that lays the golden eggs. Only that one would turn out just like the story did…
They say one man’s trash is another man’s treasure but I don’t think that applies to roadkill does it? Hmm…..FOOD for thought. Good for you getting a four day break from Mecca! That’s the best kinda Valentine EVER.
Pam
I’m sure there are a few buffets that might consider a road full of squashed critters to be a treasure…. especially southern buffets. Maybe even the one at a certain geography high school….
As usual I’m laughing so hard at the responses to those ‘common’ questions that I can’t think straight. And oddly (or not) you’re in the majority of responders who don’t care for those mushy questions….I think there are a lot fewer romantics in the crowd than I ever imagined. Great, GREAT cartoon btw….a moral. If it ain’t yours, it AIN’T yours, but if there are no witnesses? Take the damned thing. And get the %$@# out of the road, ‘cos most drivers don’t play…. 😉
I can make plenty of fucked up scenes out of romance…. but I’m too much of a happy loner to get involved in the romance crap. You would have loved my weekly comic I drew for about five years here… plenty of weirdness with maybe a moral thrown in for good measure. And knowing me, it probably wouldn’t be much of a moral either…
This whole fairy tale romance is not working out. Happily ever after is nothing that happens in real life – there are ups and downs and life is never fair. That is why romances usually end when the couple has come together. I am German and that may be part of the reason why I am not into the Valentine craze, either. But also – instead of splashing out money on ONE dictated occasion I’d just have many countless and maybe even costless occasions where a person can show their love to another person. Like cleaning up a mess a sick partner has caused – and sending said partner to bed. Not costly, not “romantic” – but done out of real love.
Romance is way overrated – unless I read a regency romance of course. But those are for sickdays, when my brain is already mushy.
Wow, those are some claws on kitty…
BTW, I just visited someone else’s blog whose post had the same malfunctioning link as some of yours. So you haven’t been singled out for special treatment. Sorry.
Biskit knows how to get attention when he (OW!) wants it….
Drat! Now I can’t claim I’m being picked on anymore if it’s happening to other people too. It could still be the Good Taste Police, though…
Sun puddles! ❤
Enjoy your 4 dayer!
We live on the most fatal road in the state, so even when they TRY to clean it up, it rarely works. They can’t salt the roads because of the height of the aquifer and all wells, so they sand and plow. But it’s a hilly, curvy road and there are some crazy-ass drivers around here!
The puddle jumping question is a tricky one. Unlike you I wear pricey shoes so sometimes I’m all in, other times I walk around. Why must there be one answer for such a profound question? I’m going to ponder this further…
There is not ONE answer. “It depends” is certainly a valid answer, too.
Thank you. Obviously I think so too.