Exquisitely Bored

Apologies to Pete Townshend for today's title.

So I'm sitting here and I should be working but as usual I can't focus on my unexciting job. It doesn't matter that it's not all that thrilling. They pay me and I should hold up my end of the bargain and do some work. It's only fair.

But it's not going to happen right now so I figured a few minutes to babble and then I'll get going. Yeah, and our midterm grades are really going to boost our averages!

I almost want to do a Larry King type column today. Remember when Larry had his USA Today column? A typical item was: I like wearing blue socks...Knocked Up made me laugh...That A-Rod sure can hit...You ever notice that no matter how hard you shake and dance, the last drop falls in your pants? You get the idea.

So Rolling Stone's cover is the 20th anniversary of the release of Appetite for Destruction. Fuck I'm old! Twenty years! Where did it go. If it's 20 years since Appetite that means that in another few years it'll be 20 years since Nevermind and then I've officially hit geezerville.

A co-worker had a birthday yesterday. He's 25. That means he was five when Appetite came out. As Charlie Brown used to say, "my stomach hurts." Of course this hipster doofus kid sits in his office playing music from my youth so what does that tell you?

Watched the new FX show "Damages" with Glenn Close. It was good but what is it with Glen Close and dead pets. In Fatal Attraction she boils the rabbit and in this one she has a woman's dog killed to get her to testify. I'm sure it was meant as an "homage," which has become the new word for ripoff. Damn, I just remembered where I saw that one guy from "Damages" who works at the firm that the idealistic cute girl turns down. He was in "Working Girl" (also almost twenty years old, geez!) playing Mr. Trask. That was driving me crazy all day. My favorite scene in "Working Girl" (besides a young Kevin Spacey trying to get into Griffith's panties, go figure) was when she walks in on Alec Baldwin and her friend Doreen Dimucci screwing and he says "what, no class tonight?"

OK, enough distractions. I'm going to crank up Rocket Queen, which I have new appreciation for after reading the Rolling Stone article, and try to do something to justify my salary. For the record, it's not like it's some great salary, but that's not the point. They pay me to do something, at least I think that's what the envelope I get every two weeks is for.

BTW, new poll says employees who are bored and underpaid waste two hours of work a day. What if you are just bored but not underpaid? Probably more like four hours.