Break a Leg

There are days, and then there are days. There are days full of wonder, whimsy, and excitement; followed by days with a 2 A.M. vomiting wake-up followed by an episode of Word World, then back to bed.

The company that I work for has instituted a "Day for Pay" program for salaried people employed at my level. The term they've chosen sounds nonsensical at best ("Don't I already work a day for pay?"). What it really means is that you take a day off for no pay. Kind of like a reverse vacation day, that you pay for out of your own pocket. Or something like that.

So I chose to take mine today, being at the time of this writing Thursday March 19 2009. We had purchased some passes to the California Academy of Sciences at our preschool's annual fundraiser. 

Let me take a side-road here and talk about this fundraiser. Here's how it breaks down: we pay a small monthly fortune to allow our child to attend for three half-days per week. Then there's this fundraiser, where all of the parents acquire things to be auctioned off. Guess who attends the auction fundraiser? Right, the parents, but you of course need to buy admission tickets. It's a fairly elaborate Ponzi Scheme that we all willingly take part in.

So we have these passes for the Academy of Sciences, but Ronin wakes up around 2 Thursday morning vomiting. It's a fairly sublime form of terror to be awakened by the sound of wretching coming from less than 6 inches from your face. 

So we didn't make it out there today, since we didn't know how well he would be feeling. We spent the day in the backyard repotting plants and taking care of random projects that had piled up around the house. It actually ended up being probably a more enjoyable day than what we originally had planned, which led me to the intentionally lame pronouncement that my company's bullshit Day for Pay was actually a Day for Play! What now, bitches?

Don't forget, Friday night at 9 is the two-hour series finale of Battlestar Galactica. Lost is already kicking its ass, so it's throwing in the towel now while it's still so far behind that it thinks it's in first place. Maybe I'll break down how bad it is in retrospect next week once I have 20/20 hindsight. In fact, let's put my ass on the line now and just say it: next week's post will be a blow-by-blow of how badly Lost has thoroughly trounced BSG throughout their entirely made-up-by-me TV rivalry.

Then I'll explain why Lost sucks.