Any of you who knew me in junior high and high school knows how much I loved the Boston Celtics. Larry Bird was the number one player in my book, but I adored his team mates as well. The Chief, McHale, Danny Ainge, Gerald Henderson, Quinn Buckner and more. Except Walton, never really liked him that much.
Sadly, one of my faves, Dennis Johnson died today of an apparent heart attack. He was only 52 years old. Dennis was around in the days of tiny shorts and when passing the ball was an intregal part of the game. He made the famous lay up after the famous Bird steal. I know I was jumping up and down like a freak after that play. I used to drive my dad nuts. Larry called him the best player he'd ever played with which is high praise indeed.
On a happier note, Duke won again tonight!!!! We're gonna be on a roll come tourney time. I hope.
Discovered the power of positive thinking may not be the complete sham I think it is. It's been a rather crappy week. The birthday was uneventful and while work wasn't horrid, I was out a person for 2 1/2 days which just makes the loads feel heavier, etc. Anyway, I've been in a poo of a mood most of the week. I came in today still feeling crouchy. At lunch I was behind an older woman with a walker. She was pretty slow, but the place wasn't busy so it was no big deal. I placed my order and went to wait for my sandwich. Her order came up, but there was no way she could carry her tray and move with the walker. So, I decided to have a little "pay it forward" moment (and by the way, that movie completely sucked). I offered to carry her tray for her. I walked with her to her table. Her friend was getting coffee and hadn't noticed she needed some help. She thanked me and I said, no problem, and there was my little nice moment number one.
I get back to work and at some point end up in the music department dropping off some signage. A woman is getting her items rung up and her 2 yr. old-ish child is getting cranky. She's talking to him, but it's not really working. So, I crouch down and start talking to him. I stick my finger in my mouth and make the popping sound that is my "thing" with the kids. He starts to smile and then giggle and eventually I get him to try to do what I'm doing. He's happy and mom's happy and he says bye to me when they leave. Nice moment number two.
I guess my karmic pay off is I run into this regular customer that I occasionally scope out...okay, perhaps stalk would be a better word. He recognizes me since we had a conversation about Green Day one time. He says hi and smiles and I notice that he's still not wearing a ring. Sweet. Nothing else happens, but hell, I'll take what I can get at this point.
Weird work bit:
One of our information desk people told me she took a phone call from a guy asking if we had a Kama Sutra book. She explains we have several versions of said book. He asks her to check it to see if the book explains how to do it "doggie" style. She said the book covered a decent number of animal themed activities and perhaps he should come in and check out the section himself. Apparently this guy doesn't get out much.
Oprah helped Bill O'Reilly attempt to cover his tracks. Check out www.mediamatters.org/items/200702220011.
If you want to see something really freaky go to nin.com and click on year zero. Then click on the high or low res (depending on how you want to download it). Make sure your volume is turned down. Trent is a freakin' genius.
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