I have to repeat that 108 times…
Ok, my problem is collecting again. We all know my obsession with collecting junk. Now, however, I’m collecting international names. I’m trying to find out the forms of 98 different names in 33 languages. So… altogether I have to figure out 3234 different names. Holy crap, that’s a lot. I’m about 2/4 of the way there… some languages don’t have versions of names. For example, Greek and Armenian don’t seem to have Germanic-rooted names, like Robert, Richard, and Gerald. Pretty much every language has Joachim except English. We don’t really use that name, except when mentioned in the Bible, and even then nobody is sure how to pronounce it.
Blah blah blah. I find this all fascinating, but I’m sure 99.9997% of the planet doesn’t give a rat’s ass. I like that phrase: rat’s ass. What does it mean? Is it one of those things that you say just because it rhymes, like “Drunk as a skunk” or “In like Flynn?” But it doesn’t really rhyme…
Anyway, I can drive now.
I went to the DMV this morning (visit #3 in a week!). I had forgotten my checkbook, so I ran to an ATM before hand– I found one in a 7-11, though later I discovered a Bank of America one 3 blocks closer to the DMV. Oh well, I paid the $1.50 non-Citibank user’s fee, got the kizzash, and left my awesome handmade pink fuzzy mittens on top of the ATM.
The DMV opened 10 minutes late due to some weird glitch, but I still got in and paid my citation in record time. The lady who took my paperwork was really nice– we joked about losing our glasses, then I discovered that the fee was $2 more than I thought it was. I dig around for change, but the lady donated $1.40 to my fine so I could finally go on my way. Thanks, DMV lady! She was super nice. Then I went upstairs and got my licence renewed, complete with new picture. Now, instead of looking like a pissy 300-lb eskimo, I look like a bored chubby Asian, which is what I pretty much am, so it’s all OK.
My time at the DMV was so short I had time to run back to the 7-11, and lo and behold, my mittens were still there! I was still way early for work, so I went to the post office and mailed some packages and then changed my shrink appointment because it turns out that the lady who was scheduling the appointments didn’t know how to use the appointment scheduling software, so she had me in for two appointments on Tuesday, and then one next Monday when the doctor isn’t even in that building, and the following Tuesday (the day I had asked for) at the wrong time. Hopefully, all is straightened out now. It feels good to get so much dumb stuff accomplished! Before 9:30 a.m. even! Since I didn’t have to be at work until 11:00, I went upstairs to the abandoned floor in the building where we use the bathroom and read my book for an hour. I’m reading White Teeth by Zadie Smith. So far it’s pretty rad.
Saki came over after work and we ate pizza and made jokes about random stuff, culminating in us making up a song called “Kosovo” to the tune of the Beach Boys’ “Kokomo.” I’m sure it’s been done before since it’s such an obvious parody, but I bet ours is funnier! Of course I can’t remember the words now but whatever. I’m sure if I were to put them down here you would all laugh so much you’d get hernias, so for the good of your health I’ll sign off now.
