Month: May 2003

Thus spoke Ryan Schuette last night for no apparent reason.

I spent 4 hideous hours this morning in traffic court. No coffee beforehand, no reading during, and only sporadic opportunities to log on to check email or
IM…the only distraction allowed from listening to the guy sitting behind me who kept grunting in pain from some maladay. I was in court to address a ticket I
received January 6 for going 30 in a 20 school zone. I thought it was normal speed because both Fort Bend and Spring Branch were having inservice days that day,
and I assumed HISD was, too. They weren’t. I got deferred adjudication, which means I have to be good for three months.

This was a night of several memorable/odd/bizarre utterances. The above was by Bill Hobby after our racquetball match; I mentioned I would probably end up
stationed somewhere like Botswana, and then he related a story about when he told Malcolm Gillis he was going to Botswana, and Gillis, in his inimitable fashion,
warned him that Botswana had the highest HIV infection rate in the world. Hobby assured him that he would not be placing himself at risk.

Cafe Red Onion rocks. A party of 20 showed up right before our party of 12. When we waited, the owner was so
happy he gave us all drinks on the house. And the food was excellent. I shall be returning. Then we went back to Shari’s and at wonderous baked goods courtesy
of Laura, as well as California brittle and vanilla merengue cookies. Waaaaaay too much food, but it was consumed in good company. Emily’s will be shipped in
tupperware tomorrow.

Lauren has Jane-Eyreitude.

I cannot for the life of me recall what I was going to quote Alexis on. It is to be hoped that when she sends me the link to her stuff, she will be able to
refresh my failing memory.

And Jonathan owes me something creative because “Yes” is on e.

Set up a streaming media server, so that folks can listen to recordings I make (both audio and video) without having to wait for the entire file to download.
This first one is my aria from the Bach Society‘s Good Friday
performance of the St. John Passion.

Undeterred by the failure of the McDonald’s lawsuit in which plaintiffs claimed it was
the restaurant, not their own ignorance and behavior, that caused their obesity, a man who lost his life savings in slot machines is suing the casino where he
dropped the money.

Just as I was sorry for the kids in the McD’s suit who had idiot parents, I’m sorry for this man’s family for his idiocy. He obviously has a gambling problem,
but instead of seeking help, he seeks a “quick fix” by suing, any award from which he would most likely give right back to the casino.

One of the things I like about summer is getting into my car after it has been in the sun all day (and I have been in overly-air-conditioned buildings), and just
sit, soaking in the heat, feeling it in my mouth as I breathe, until the sweat starts beading on my face. Did it for the first time this year earlier today.
Mmmmm, heat.