July 26, 2004
3:42pm Thursday

SO I'VE GOT TO HANG OUT ALL MY HANG UPS

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Time waits for no one. This is my funk-ass motto lately. That is, my ass is in a funk. And maybe it's actually "time waits for no man", but whatever. The message don't stand still for nobody.

The downer haze is career ("career") related, and I won't bore you. But there's no time to dwell because other things are happening. They are, in no order of importance except for number one:

1. Paul's brother comes home on Saturday or Sunday, and we spent two and a half hours with him again yesterday.
2. We're buying a Honda Pilot on Saturday.
3. The preparation I'm doing for getting the best deal possible on said Honda Pilot is insane, and I will divulge all secrets therein once I've conquered the sale.
4. The West Nile virus has officially hit my neighborhood, and even more specifically, my back yard. We found a dead sparrow yesterday with no visible wounds, and our neighbor found three dead crows. This is a hypochondriacal test, this is. But I'm more worried about the new puppy getting bitten than I am my own sweet mosquito-loving alabaster skin.
5. Navigating financial waters for this car is a pain in my ass. Fact: A home equity loan and a home equity line of credit are different things, and 'simple' interest is important. Ugh. We're going this (equity line of credit) route so we can deduct the interest on the car loan and get a cheaper interest rate, too. (While all dealers in the universe are offering 0.9% financing, Honda is a nice fat 5.5%!)
6. I saw my PSA on Burbank public access over the weekednd. That means they're actually playing it and that maybe people are watching it. And so too will play it, they say: Mission Viejo, San Diego, and West Hollywood.
7. On Saturday afternoon I called the police to come rescue a dog out of a hot car at the mall. Putting words into action, my friends! It was very dramatic.
8. Alicia Silverstone was who I tried to get to do the info tag at the end of the PSA, and it got to her PR people and then on to her manager people, but the manager people never called me back. That's how much she "loves" dogs. I ended up with a Bur!bank police officer. Which is authoritative and scary, and will keep all the dog-broiling hillbillies in line.
9. I'm supposed to be working on the nineteenth revised version of Polar Express right now, but I'd rather write this.
10. Should I get a Volvo XC90 instead? The Pilot is so god-danged boring. Oy.