58 Comments on “Gaaah, Monday”

1. What can I say? It amuses me.

   At least you have plenty of Coke Zero to keep you going…

2. Dude, if I gotta, you gotta. It’s that simple.

3. Quit bitching. Put on a fresh Night Ranger t-shirt, and get back to work. Sometimes your whining and ineptitude surprises even me.

4. I require some adult perspective in the superlative science fiction works I consume. I consume yours, ergo you are required to be somewhat grown-up to meet my needs. In between I allow time outs for continual sunrise/sunset imagery and sledding video. Otherwise I would be stuck with whatever science fiction my 11 year old may be reading. Or Michael Crichton.

5. * Do not confuse “duty” with what other people expect of you; they are utterly different. Duty is a debt you owe to yourself to fulfill obligations you have assumed voluntarily. Paying that debt can entail anything from years of patient work to instant willingness to die. Difficult it may be, but the reward is self-respect. -Robert A. Heinlein

   Some days a person has lots they have to get done before it’s time to bring in the cows, some days not so much. Sorry you’re having one of the latter, but perhaps you can find some joy in a job well done or at least a job done.

6. Explain myself? At my age? What would I know about adulthood – it’s perfectly clear that despite decades of practice, I haven’t even mastered my adolescence yet!

7. Go ahead, blame me…everyone else does. I’ll post another apology over in the “Wisconsin and Labor” Blatherations if it will make you feel better! ;)

8. I can’t explain anything about myself, and neither can my therapist.

9. Dude, its Presidents Day, a day when you traditionally labor while the rest of us goof-off. Don’t worry, there isn’t another one until Memorial Day!

10. Science Fiction has aged me, and misery loves company.
    Look what it did to RAH.

11. “When Joy and Duty clash,
    Let Duty go to smash.” Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm..Kate Douglas Wiggin..
    But then you might end up like Edward VIII and that is a slippery slope to venture down…Carry on..

12. I work for the government. My job is to make people miserable. Further complaints will result in revocation of IT privileges, forcing you to complete your work on a manual typewriter. Any complaints received after this will result in the typewriter being removed and a clay tablet being provided.

    You have been warned.

    Please have a safe and productive day, citizen.

13. What? Just like that? I can’t … I mean, I’m a very complicated person. Sometimes I’m nice, and sometimes … I’m nasty. And sometimes I just want to sing a song about a goblin.

14. I’m not an adult but I play one in real life.

    Seriously, I’m not the only one out here who still feels like they’ve snuck into a bar with a phony ID and are trying to act cool so no one realizes were still a kid?

15. It’s not my fault. (yes, yes. I understand the difference between fault and assigning blame, but still….)

    (And how’m I supposed to explain myself to someone else whenI can barely figure out what I’m doing, much less why? Today was ‘easy’, as neither of the kids had school (which of course engenders difficulties of its own), and rehearsal was cancelled.)

16. I’m mostly a messy collection of chemicals and electrical impulses. Thanks for asking.

17. Anyone know why F. Pohl’s blog is suspended? http://www.thewaythefutureblogs.com/

18. Hunh. This has been one of the better Mondays of my recent memory or life. Whichever comes first.

    In fact, I was thinking that if I could bottle this day up for future use I would do so regardless of cost.

    Apparently it was also a good day for the dude at Rite Aid as he got digits from not one but two gurls. And one of them was not even half bad looking, according to him.

    Have a better one, John.

19. Wait wut? I didn’t do it I swear! I was dead at the time! And I was with Steve! We were both dead at the time!

20. I’m pretty sure the vibe I was sending was take a break and order some of that new and improved Dominoes.

21. I plead my case as not guilty.
    Please, honorable judge, spare me!

22. I’ve only put in around three hours of work today!

    (Which given that I get today off and put in a bunch yesterday and the day before, is worse.)

    Damn jury duty is conflicting with a job that can’t be put off for two and a half weeks.

23. Wasn’t me! I was with Steve! On the moon!

24. School out. Spent most of day in bed/on couch. Now know all about Inglip. Still have work to do too, but don’t care (also, it’s fairly quick work that I will do after the kids go to bed – being as I’m all well-rested and such).

25. What, me? I was paying the plumber 120 bucks to retrieve plastic items the kittens dropped down the bathroom drain. One of which plugged the pipe so perfectly I’m amazed it ever got past the trap. Amazing what you can do with a carefully placed glue pen cap.

26. Growing old is required. Growing up is not.

27. In the greater universe, it’s whatever day you wish it to be. Give yourself and others a hug.

28. I’m afraid that someone had to pay the piper for my day of slack and consumerism (spa and shopping). And, well, sir, that was you. I’d apologize but it wouldn’t be sincere. If it’s any consolation, I look fabulous!

29. Explain myself? Well, okay.

    See, back in 1959 a man and a woman in Ohio loved each other very much. So they decided to… um. On second thought, maybe you should ask your mother.

30. It’s like jazz — if you have to ask, you’ll never understand.

31. I DO NOT ANSWER TO SUCH AS YOU.

32. I’m retired now; nothing is my fault any more. Neener, neener.

33. well you see, only adults are capable of creating coke zero, and only adults are capable of generating the cash required to build a pool of demand that can afford to pay for it being viable to produce. Therefore, if you like coke zero, you have to grow up.

    Don’t blame me though I drink Irn-Bru, and for that you have to have someone who thinks colouring a drink radioactive orange is cool, and the childish persistence that convinces others to buy it for you because I’ll pay them back when I have the readies, honest pal.

34. Explain myself?

    Um. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

35. I would explain myself but my mind is still blown from that last post..

36. Of course it’s my fault. As a teacher, I’m a public employee. Therefore, I must suckle at the teat of your success for my sustenance, as the parasite that I am. I thought you were paying attention to what was happening in Wisconsin, and didn’t need me to explain this to you!

    And as you work, thank you for the week off I have for mid-winter break. Most kind of your hard-earned tax dollars.

37. #12: I like your style :-D

    John: I’d explain myself, but I can’t remember who I am, how I got here, and what we’re all doing on this big watery rock called (I think….) Earth.

    Have a great day!

38. I ran out of gas. I, I had a flat tire. I didn’t have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn’t come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts. IT WASN’T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD.

39. I don’t know what to tell you, dude. I spent all day hanging out with my wife and daughter at Balboa park and seeing “Gnomeo & Juliet”.

    Being an adult is awesome, sometimes!

40. I don’t bother to explain myself anymore.
    Even when I tell the truth, I get funny looks.

41. It was the monkey in the dining room with the led pipe.

42. @Greg There was an earthquake. Indeed there was. Christchurch, New Zealand.

43. Sorry, no sympathy here, we do neither presidents or president’s days up here. And I was at work at 4:30am your time. (/whine)

44. @Greg wins the internets. And I also hate Illinois Nazis.

45. Being an adult means sucking it up sometimes.
    Other times, you get to go back to being a kid. This is not one of those times. This is one of the ‘suck-it-up’ times.

    I didn’t do it. It just happened.

46. Sounds like u need the day off, u are dismissed. See u 2 morrow…early & fresh

47. Your not my ex-wife, so there…..

    Being a Asshole is just what I do. Deal with it.

48. I have thought on this all night, and honestly, I have nothing.

49. Well, this sprung to mind…

    But perhaps it’s not an explanation, per se.

50. I want an explanation as well. I have a new house, a new wife and a new baby. I’m 40 and I still feel as confused and clueless as I was in my twenties! What the hell?

    Now, I face the daunting task of faking it for my daughter’s sake.

    Did our parents fool us this way too?

51. Mind control. It appears to be working. Excellent.

52. Sucks to be you, I’d say…

53. Frank@50: Did our parents fool us this way too?

    I’m sure they did. The neat thing is that if you ask them again, they might decide it’s okay to tell you the truth now. Look for hints–When I was about 30, my dad said, “I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a lawyer until I’d been one for twenty years.” That was when I started to suspect they were just faking adulthood.

54. Don’t fool yourself with rosy retconning of your own life. Being a child sucked even worse.

55. Let’s see… on Monday, at 7:30am, I believe I was, as per usual during the Standard Work Week, outside, carrying a leash, with my dog attached to the other end. As per the season where I live, my fingers began to freeze. This happens because my dog is convinced that the other dogs in the area have it out for him, and in light of this realization he has devised an ingenious defense: the carefully calculated placement of his bowel movements. It takes time to figure out where they should go. An inch one way or the other could be catastrophic. Gloves? I could. But I live in a community area, and so I must clean up after the pup (fortunately this has no effect on the line of defense). Small biodegradable bags, knots, and gloves do not mix well together, nor does juggling gloves, poop bags, and pooches, most especially when there’s a squirrel in sight. Thus I endure the slow freeze while my dog works his little tail off to keep himself, and doubtless the rest of his family, safe.

56. Just because I was born 3 1/2 years before you does NOT mean that I grew up first.

    Blame yourself for growing up prematurely.

    Then again, I guess you could blame me and my arrested development.

    Yep. I’m a slacker, and so was my dad: Mr. McFly.

57. Hey, I meant to get around to this but I have been just swamped with paperwork.

    What were we talking about?

58. The butler did it!