Of Ice, Hats, and Quail

I am so sick today.

Somedays, my illnesses are a bit more than tolerable. But, luckily, if you can call this "lucky", it only feels like a bad case of the flu. Well, it's not so much a flu then a bad cold. No, not "cold", it's the "Crud". From the insane migranes to the stomach cramps, to the near passing out. Makes work almost fun! Yes. I haven't taken a day off.

I don't plan too either. I've got too much to do in my new place, and no time to do it. I can't afford to take a day off (In fact, I've been using my vacation days as an addition paid day each week, due to the cutting of hours at work).

So, here I am sitting at home all wrapped up, not siphoning enough energy to do much, and thinking. That's always dangerous...

I don't think I need to talk about Dick Cheney shooting a fellow huntsman while attacking quail. But, something is bothering me. It's how Dick actually hunts.

From what was reported, here's how our Vice President is a rifleman. He gets woken up at his private bungalow with a continental breakfast, then his car picks him up and drives him to a field! DRIVES him to the quail! Where does the driver know where the quail is? The small pen of cramped and scared birds in the middle of the field is a dead giveaway. These birds, who the president will be "sporting" about and kill, were raised to be shot, and then kept in a cage, awaiting to be let out to be blasted with a wide area cone of buckshot at close range.

It would be more sporting to try to catch the birds by hand as they flew free. But, a shotgun is more manly I guess. And I suppose that the limpless rabbits staked down to the ground for bludgeoning didn't arrive in time.

Then theres the fact he shot a friend instead. Does his friend resemble a bird, and he thought, "Damn! That's a big one! That's gotta be juicy in meh tummy!" Cuz, as far as I can figure, the only way to be shot instead of a flying quail is, you cheated, and tried to shot the birds while still in the ground cage and your buddy was too close.

Other reasons:

1) You're the worlds lousiest shooter and blind as a bat...
2) You're pal is actually an evil robot from the future, and only by killing the octogenarian can the human race survive...
3) Your huntsmate was accidentally "peppered" while flapping his arms and flying about...
4) You're totally stoned as you and your partner share a doobie. He starts to wonder if being shot in the face "would be awesome!"...
5) That bastard was getting more birds than you and must be stopped!

Personally, I think number two.

I didn't know why the animated movie "Ice Age" bothered me so much with a feeling of dread. Then I finally reasoned because I subconscious realized that all these wonderful characters, will soon be dead from...the ice age! What a serious bummer. And now it's "Ice Age 2", and I don't know if I can take the impending doom. I wanna laugh dammit, and all I can see it a wooly mammoth with Ray Ramanos voice being eaten by Eskimos a millennium later.

I'm hormonal. It must be near my period...

On my way to work I saw something I have never seen before.

A teenage wearing a bowler hat. And he wasn't wearing it to be "different" or "hip", he obviously wore it because it suited him. Nice hat too. It fit, and he was wearing a typical jacket, jeans and nikes. Just like Mike Nesbith of the Monkees wore that wool cap, I admired that kid tremendously because he wore what he wanted, not what society said he should, or shouldn't.

Was he a fan of Patrick McNee and the British Avengers? Did he follow the cultness of the film, A Clockwork Orange? No. He was just a guy with a bowler hat being watch by a guy wearing a very bland baseball cap. And, I took my hat off to him.

He's going places, him and his hat... while i'm racing to the bathroom again.