Thursday, June 14, 2018

Don't want no short people...

Back in the 70s, Randy Newman came up with a hilariously witty song called "Short People".  I remember it used to play on the radio all the time.  I even remember one time, the Harlem Globetrotters did a number featuring Goldie Hawn... someone who is literally short, especially when compared to professional basketball players.

I'm sad to say that I'm old enough to remember when this originally aired on TV.  I'd post Randy Newman's version, but the publishing companies are anal retentive and force you to watch it on YouTube.  I figure if you really want to hear the original song that badly, you can navigate there yourself.

The song, of course, is not literally about "short people".  It's about people who are small-minded and short-sighted.  I see a lot of those people, especially on the Internet.  Hell, there are times when I'm a "short person" in the metaphorical sense.  I think everyone is like that from time to time, although some people are "shorter" than others.  At 5'2", I'm also literally a short person.  I'm finding that I also have a short temper, which makes me a little mean sometimes.

Nah... actually, I'm really not that mean.  I just don't have a lot of patience for bullshit.

Speaking of feeling "mean", Bill and I are planning to go to a bunch of concerts this summer.  So far, I have tickets for four shows from June 30th until October 31st.  Well... actually, I have tickets for three shows.  I had tickets for Paul Simon in Dublin, but I can't find them at the moment.  So last night, I sent an email to Ticketmaster in the hopes that duplicates can be made.  I doubt it'll be a problem, since they weren't general admission tickets.  In fact, they were rather expensive good seats.  The show is just under a month from now.  

I know I got the tickets, because I ordered them right after I bought tickets to see Elton John in May of 2019.  Those tickets haven't arrived yet, because I got special ones that won't be dispatched until two weeks before the event.  Ticketmaster likewise claimed that they wouldn't be sending out Paul Simon tickets until later, so I was surprised when they showed up in the mail three days after I ordered them.  I distinctly remember putting them on Bill's desk, because Bill is not as big of a slob as I am.  However, I can't find them, now... and neither could he.  

Bill apologized and said he feels responsible.  To be honest, I was kind of irritated as I searched through the piles of papers on his desk, some of which were things that should have been tossed out a long time ago.  I even found a shitty letter and a bill from our blessedly former property managers in Texas because we couldn't get hot water in our kitchen without letting the faucet run for several minutes (during a drought, no less-- and the "hot" water wasn't all that hot).  I remember the day I got that bill.  I got so mad that I called up the property managers and yelled at them, which I very rarely do unless I'm super pissed... and I definitely was.  Just seeing that bill and the attached letter again raised my hackles.  It should have been shredded at least four years ago. 

We still have all that crap from Texas, yet, somehow Bill has misplaced concert tickets worth a grand total of about $400.  I'm sure it'll be alright, although that show is sold out and it's the one I'm looking forward to the most.  So this shit better get sorted... although we will be going to Dublin regardless.  Next time I buy concert tickets, I'm going to put them in a drawer and make an alert on my phone to remind me where they are.  Meh... I'll probably forget to do that, too.

I'm feeling slightly less moody and anxious today, despite our ticket mishap.  I like it when my mood lifts a bit.  Strangely enough, I think I'm feeling less anxious because it's cloudy outside.  When it's rainy and cloudy, I feel less apprehensive about making music.  People are less likely to be milling around outside my house if it's raining.  Making music is a natural stress reliever for me and it lifts my mood.  Hopefully, it doesn't annoy our neighbors when I go into music mode.  On the other hand, I'm not the only musician in this neighborhood, so it's probably all good.  

Another reason why I like it when it's cloudy is that at this time of year, my "office" gets unbearably hot.  When the clouds are out, I'm not sweating like a whore in church.  And during the morning, which is when I like to write, the sun shines directly into my face.  This is the only room in my house not equipped with Rolladens.  So, when the sun is out, I have to fold a blanket over the window to block it.  Then the wind invariably blows the blanket off the window.  When there are clouds outside, I don't need shade.  This is only a problem during the warmer months.  During the fall, winter, and early spring, I don't have to worry about it.  I know... first world problems!

I'm glad it's Thursday, even though Thursday is when I do my most hated chore of the week... vacuuming.  But I'm very slack about vacuuming, so that will be done in about a half an hour, tops.  I can say I did it, even if the house is still dusty... which is the main reason why I hate to vacuum.  It feels so futile, especially when you have dogs that shed non-stop.

Hopefully, I won't have to call Ticketmaster in Ireland.  I'm not a fan of calling customer service lines... and I'm sure they're not fans of taking my calls.  Actually, I'm not really that mean, though... I just have an aversion to bullshit and incompetence.  It's a wonder Bill can stand to be around me.

By the way... today's post is #3001.  I've been writing this crap for a really long time now.


  1. I hope your ticket vendor comes through for you. That's probably going to be a really cool concert.

    I hate dealing with mail and am guilty of sometimes procrastinating when it comes to opening things. My mom opened some of my old mail (business correspondence only; even my nosy mom probably wouldn't open anything that appeared to be of a personal nature) while I was in Europe for the past couple of weeks. (I came home for two days because the mother of one of my traveling companions was killed in an auto accident while we were there, but my parents bought us return tickets, which was very nice.) Ordinarily I would be irritated at my mom for invading my privacy, but she found a refund check from when I had been over-charged for tuition, and the check was for over twelve-hundred bucks. There's no guarantee I would ever have opened that envelope, so I couldn't be too mad at her when I saw the check.

    As soon as I am finished with my residency, I will hire someone to handle minutiae such as mail for me as long as I am working full-time.

    1. I like opening mail. It’s phone calls I hate. I don’t think it’s going to be a problem to get duplicate tickets, though. It’s not like anyone else would be sitting in those seats.


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