Time and the arrow thing…

Okay. So. Aherm.

I have ranted before about how I am one of those people who get stopped and asked for directions wherever I go. I tell you now I am not kidding.

Usually it’s all “where am I?” or “do you know this street?” or “can you spare some change?” but on my way how the other day I got a new one.

Time. Time is the theme …

I get stopped by a very well dressed lady with perfect make-up and a big smile.

-Do you know what date it is? She asks.

Now, those of you out there who have seen Terminator, I mean the first movie before the whole thing went ass-over-tits into the sillyness that later ensued will remember this: Kyle Reese lands buck nekkid in an alley. He gets his shit together, steals some clothes… He asks “What day is it? The date?” When he gets his reply his follow-up question is “No, what Year?!”

I fully expected that.
I am a little twisted, I know.
Look, it’s sufficiently weird that I get approached on the street by a random stranger asking me what date it is, okay?

I gave her the correct date and she thanked me before hurrying off. Okaaay… So my mind is now replaying random scenes from Terminator. Fine, I can live with that. I was thinking about how much better that movie had been if they had cast Lance Henriksen in the role of the Terminator as they originally planed to do, and about him thinking of playing it more like a praying mantis when I get stopped again, this time by two sixteen year old girls in way to short skirts looking for a specific store on a specific street.

I gave them directions. The good clean kind. Not the least bit Irish.

Well.

At least I know what date it is, what time it is and where I am going.

That can’t be too bad.

ROL

I Think I Killed It

I actually had a day off today.

That doesn’t mean I didn’t set my alarm, because I am a good little worker bee and always get up early in the morning.

Okay, so that was obviously a blatant lie, but still.

I set my alarm. The thing went off. Now, I hate that sound with a passion, like we all do, but when I know I can ignore it I can more or less tolerate the damned thing.

Still I must’ve rolled over this morning and decided that snooze was in order.

When next I woke up it said 13:15… that can’t be good. So I slouch off into the bathroom, blink blearily at myself in the mirror and just… try to get my bearings. The weather has been dark, wet and misty all day, so there’s no real daylight and nothing to indicate what time of day it is in the least.

I make my breakfast and turn on the TV.

I obviously killed my alarm clock this morning. I must have aimed for the snooze button, but hit the time reset button instead. It’s only twenty past ten.

I guess I started the day off in the wrong trouser leg of time this morning which just goes to show that time is indeed a relative thing. It’s like – five minutes are nothing if not put in relation to say if you’re waiting for a buss on a rainy day or if you’re waiting for you best friend in a bar.

Getting up in the morning is still a bitch, but you have to try and be a little philosophical about it I guess. And try not to kill the messenger – though technically I don’t think I did. I just fucked with it. I’m good like that.

ROL