I overheard myself being referred to as “somebody” in a phone conversation here on the cubicle ranch (as in: “Somebody here said they heard you were gone today.”) Of course, when I heard that, I immediately felt compelled to launch into my impersonation of Brando in “On The Waterfront” (as in Terry Malloy: “I coulda been somebody Charlie…”). It wasn’t pretty. (Although, as impersonations of people impersonating Brando in On The Waterfront go, it wasn’t too bad.)
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I just entered my start-date anniversary into my Outlook calendar here in my little corner of the back-forty on the cubicle ranch. In the process of adding recurrences (the yearly pop-up reminder commemorating the date of my incarcera…er, arrival), there is a choice pertaining to an “end date, with one option being “No End Date.”
Sitting here, that simple checkbox stares me in the face, seeming less an innocuous interrogative than the diabolical plot of a maniacal madman, grinning through gritted, twisted teeth, like ivory towers; once beautiful, but now crumpled under the pressure of so much clenching – the cruel taskmaster conveying with crystal clarity his subtle but unmistakable threat that there is no forseeable end to my cubicular torment.
But, in the midst of my travail (over-stated as it is), I’m reminded that there is, in fact, a grand, final end date, and that each passing day brings me closer to seeing the One who set it.
Today would be a great day Lord…maybe today
For a follower of Christ, trying to walk with one foot in the Kingdom and the other foot in the world is a lot like trying to walk on a fence. It’s hard to keep your balance, and there’s a good chance you’ll get hurt in the end.
I wonder if this really works like it does in the movies?
Not so much I guess…
I like that when I go to the coffee shop and they write my name on the cup, they spell it “Bryan” instead of my actual spelling of “Brian.” For some reason it makes me feel a little bit hipper than I really am.
So I’m working out a hotel reservation for my overnight stay in Bowling Green KY. Being from Chicago, I’m not too picky. If there’s not a chalk outline on the floor, I’m pretty much ok…
My Office manager’s cell phone is driving me crazy…Apparently Ricky Martin has discovered a new life creating ringtones!