Yesterday was a mixed bag of times. Both good and bad. I got my work done around the house and wanted to reward myself. Going to see the new Spiderman movie was just the ticket. So, I made the arrangements with everybody. Then, Zaxxon called. And everything changed.

I then proceeded to attempt to get Zaxxon’s plane ticket for Tuesday transferred to yesterday. But, what with it being the end of a holiday week, flights were up full everywhere. We almost had a seat on a plane, but then the lady at the counter informed us that I couldn’t pay the ticket transfer fee over the phone. So much for that plan. So much for hours spent talking to airline personnel. So much for my friend seeing his mother again before she died.

And around 9p.m., she did. Momma Hammons, you’ll be missed.

Be sure to send some good vibrations to Zaxxon today and for the foreseeable future. Dude just can’t catch a break.

That’s a rough way to start a Monday. I could talk Ernest Borgnine next, but I won’t. Instead, I’ll do this:

That trailer was on the Spiderman flick. Yeah, we saw the later showing. After we figured out the ticket stuff was futile. After the trailer, and after the Rev. Dark Wombat’s and Jackie the Mick’s groaning and sighing had stopped, Rosco the Furious Mick turned to me and said “I totally want to see that.” Looks like I’m taking the 8 year old to see terrible movies with me. It’s like his mother’s love of terrible romance novels mixed with his dad’s love of movies.

Moving on. This week, the people shuffle continues. I’m going to work. Or trying to anyway. More soon. ~SC