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Monday Morning...

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Today marks the first day since last October that I haven't had to drag myself out of bed to go to the stupid manager's meeting at the book store.  Oh sweet relief!  Man, those were stupid meetings!  Led by an incompetent baffoon.  And I say, fuck 'em. Let them continue to struggle.  As long as that idiot is calling the shots and the whole store is hating him behind his pathetic back, let 'em suffer.

Of course, the cats didn't get the memo about my change in employment.  So of course Moon was up and ready for some vittles at 5AM.  I was able to push her away until about 7:45AM.  Bless her little heart.

There is an article in the NYT book review section about blogs and the number of bloggers who are dying from the stress and pressure of the blog lifestyle.  That's sad, folks.  And its is also sad that I am even pretending that anyone reads this here little blog of mine.  I have taken it off every kind of search engine thingy because of all the "unauthorized" pictures that I continually swipe from the internet.  My MacBook makes it incredibly easy to swipe the pics, so of course I do it.  And I like the way the blog looks, so I'd rather just fly below the radar and enjoy my own private blog.  And its funny, cause I have a counter on the blog, just to monitor the times that I visit!  

But the thing that struck me as odd about the NYT piece is that the bloggers consider what they do as serious employment.  I guess I'm showing my age.  Because I don't consider blogs to be serious anything.  Its a place for qualified and unqualified people to write whatever the hell the want to.  I would never read a blog and take it on face value.  I see it more as the personal ramblings of whoever the hell happens to write for the blog.  Granted, some very qualified people have blogs, but I see them as side projects.  So news that people were dying from the pressure of writing for their blogs is just silly.  A little view of the big picture would probably help.  Its only a blog, folks.  No reason for your heart to stop beating!

And in other news, it seems that the NBA is raising the minimum age for rookies to 20.  How about that.  Now the kids will have to stay in college for two years.  That's the best piece of news I will probably hear all week.  Two years will make for some pretty damn good ball teams and some pretty damn good sophomores.  I think that will improve college ball considerably. And lets face it, these kids are still going to be gazillionares.  Its not like in college football where somone could very feasibly rip your entire leg off and permanently end your chances of ever playing again.  I honestly can't remember ever hearing about an injury in college hoops that completely ended a career.  The kids (and they are kids) just want to get to the show as quickly as they can so they can make the big bucks.  It is completely about the money.  No ifs, and, or buts.  So I applaud the NBA for bumping it up another year.

And speaking of NBA, I hope that the Heels players all decide to come back and finish up.  They would have one hell of a year ahead of them if they decided to come back as a unit and go for the title.  And it would be a healthy guess to say they'd be odds on favorites to win it next year. So we'll see in a few weeks what everyone's gonna do.

So that's Monday.  Time for some more coffee......

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