Life is one big chore...

(Tuesday)

I started with getting a local checking account for my direct deposit. That was swell. I'm going to have a panda on my checking card, so of course I am delighted.

Then I was off to find the local branch of the Social Security Administration because there is only an off-chance that anything social security card-like made it to Georgia with me. Of course, we were following printed directions in Atlanta, which means that YOU ARE GOING TO GET LOST WHILE GOING TO A FICTITIOUS LOCATION. Seriously. What I'm saying is that I could not find the office. Or the road it was supposed to be on, for that matter. The chick at the bank, Brie, who I intend to marry one day even though she is named for a stinky squishy cheese, confirmed to me that there is in fact only one road in Atlanta and it has all of the names. We did eventually find our way to a Goodwill, however. Because these were the same directions we used yesterday to get really unbelievably lost, I am convinced that the roads actually rearranged themselves overnight, and I will hear no more on the matter.

We were shopping for Animala. We got her a tall bookcase and a couch. (She sleeps on couches, for some reason. That's OK. I sleep with my head in a catcher's mitt.) [Not my joke!] I am looking for a couch for the main room and an entertainment center and probably a crap bookcase if I can find it. I have rented a 10' truck all day tomorrow to move this stuff around. We’ll hit another Goodwill, probably. The Salvation Army is stuck up and pricey for a junk store.

I miss our old couch. It was so comfy. And purple. Like the manufacturers had skinned Barney and made a large piece of furniture out of him. Exquisite.

Also, my neurologist is breaking up with me. He wants me to see other physicians. Apparently, he has too many patients (I know he went solo a year or so ago to open a small one-physician office), and a lot of them, like me, are really just maintaining prescriptions. He thought someone else could do that and probably should do that for me in Atlanta.

Oh, and I just watched the pilot to Max Headroom. You see, even though most of the crap at Goodwill is, well, crap, there is some interesting media there. I got an unabridged audiobook of Stanley Tucci reading Vonnegut’s Breakfast of Champions, the original Night of the Living Dead, Max Headroom, and lastly, as a prank I intend to pull on my brother, a Care Bear video. He loved Bedtime Bear growing up. Now I will inflict his obsessions onto his 4 year-old children. Muahahaha!

I had been thinking about Max Headroom for a while, but only in the context of cyberpunk, of which he was perhaps the most popular manifestation before The Matrix, The Animatrix, The Matrix II: Return of the Killer Matrix, and Matrix III: Matrix v. Predator. Max Headroom was like Network: Beyond Thunderdome. Very 1980s hair, ripped jeans, and an obsession with music videos. Very dated. A program with a wonderful future behind it, to riff on one of Max’s sayings.

HJ