6/21/03
I'm supposed to be working. I can't bring myself to do it. Plus I'm crammed into a seat on a small plane headed toward Denver. That makes spreading out a folder full of half-written copy and to-do lists pretty much impossible. So I'll go ahead and type something to post here.
I've noticed that as each month passes, the number of posts becomes fewer and fewer. I suppose the approach of summer has something to do with it. Not to mention the fact that I don't really have a lot to say these days. I'm preoccupied with the same things you are. The difference is I'm not able to divide my focus as easily as most people. I'm simply not that well wired.
Before I left this morning only one person was interested in, and had asked to see, the "mystery post" that I wrote about last time. That tells me that nobody reads this crap or that people trust my judgment when it comes to what makes for worthwhile reading. Why even mention it, then? Hey, I went to the trouble of typing the damn thing so I wouldn't want a great deal of button pushing to go entirely to waste.
That last statement should be a clear signal to you that content is more a matter of quantity than quality here at gregorylee.com.
We'll be landing soon. That means I'll have to go to work on a Saturday. No comp. time where I work. That means my company seemingly gets another one of my weekends from me free of charge. That's okay. It means that when I spend half-an-hour searching the Web for a Hello Kitty bedroom suit I won't have to feel guilty.
Not that I'm looking for a Hello Kitty bedroom suit, mind you. Allie got her first clock radio last week and it happened to be a Hello Kitty model (shaped like a tea cup with a lemon slice that lights up to double as a night light). Lileks writes about the Hello Kitty monkey that rides his little girl's back. Allie and Lilek's daughter seem to be about the same age (only Allie is cuter, smarter and seems to have better grasp of the controlling the pee and poop thing). So I'm assuming the Hello Kitty affliction is universal among preschool girls.
I don't have a problem with it. Somebody has to make things from pink plastic and vinyl to clutter the rooms of little girls throughout the planet. Why not the Hello Kitty Company? Allie gets it backward, though. She keeps asking to take her, "Kitty Hello" clock to show her friends at daycare. I correct her by saying, "It's, 'Hello Kitty' sweetie and you won't be going back to that daycare anymore. Remember?"
I think we're starting our approach. That means I have to shut off all electronic equipment and return my tray table to it's original, upright position.
More laterÉ