A Strange New Year
Here it is, finally. The first post of the new year. No resolutions were made, per se. Goals set, but none that need mentioning. However, here are a few things that have happened so far.
I decided to run an experiment at work. Where I’m usually “business casual” every day, the experiment was to wear a button down shirt to work every day, and see how long it took before people stopped mentioning it. It took my boss a whole 5 seconds to say something about me being “dressed up” on January 2. This experiment failed on day two (January 3) when no one said a word. Perhaps I’m not giving these people enough credit. Time will tell. The button downs will continue for the time being.
Already one major migraine this year. Joyous, as per usual.
On the advice of other bloggers, I started watching Boardwalk Empire. Halfway through season one, and I’m not in love with it. Slow is all well and good, but it’s just too slow. I’ll keep with it, so I hope it gets better. Quickly.
I have the first four books in The Song of Ice and Fire series by George R.R. Martin. By the end of last year, I had read half of the first book, Game of Thrones. Truth be told, it had been so long since I had been able to read it, that I started the book over last week. As of last night, I’m well past where I had read to before, and have only 170 pages left. Any thoughts on if I should keep going with the series once I’m done with it? Or should I take a break and give something else a read first?
Okay, this one is just a strange thing. It’s something you only see in cop movies and TV shows.
Yesterday on the way home from work, there was a police car on the shoulder with his lights on, blocking traffic to move out into the middle lanes of the interstate to deal with a three-car accident. The car three spots in front of me pulled off to the opposite shoulder (this was an access road entrance to the interstate). The driver got out, opened the trunk…and switched license plates before jumping back into the driver’s seat and merging back into traffic. The whole thing happened so fast, and I’m unsure of the point of his action. I mean, I get the purpose of changing the plate, but the cop was obviously preoccupied by the accident, and pulling off the road to make the swap would only draw more attention to yourself, which seems contrary to the objective of switching the plate in the first place.
Sorry, that sentence got away from me. Like it did with Ten in Blink. And if you get that, pat yourself on the back.
Okay, this post is over. As you were.