Big news (apparently; the biggest news of the day – at least if the Today Show is any indication), as Abby Sunderland has been spotted. She’s a teenager attempting to sail solo around the world, I guess. I vaguely remember hearing about this before, but, well, I wasn’t really paying attention. I’m mostly just trying to get through the day these days, and today, another work week comes to an end, which is always a good thing.
Those of us who work for the State of NY are kind of wondering how many work weeks we have left, though. A new emergency spending bill is due by Monday night, and if our hardworking legislators fail to pass it (as they’re making more and more noise about doing it), or fail to pass a budget (which they appear incapable of doing), then NY runs out of money.
Nobody’s really sure what happens at that point. Half a million NYers on unemployment won’t get their checks. They won’t have money to pay State employees past June 23rd (whether they’ll tell us all to stay home or try and pay us with ‘script’ – which they’ve done in the past – I don’t know). Will they shut down State prisons? Tell the State Troopers to stay home? Maybe mobilize the NY State National Guard to patrol the highways and run the prisons? What happens to hospitals? Things could get very interesting around here.
For now, though, it’s just another week of life over. 2,588 down, 1,325 to go (give or take).
Just bought my tickets to see Maron share his angst with the Aspen homies this weekend. It’s looking like it’s going to be cold and rainy all weekend so I’ll have a chance to wear my Scottish pullover one last time this summer. Maybe Marc and I can share a story about how miserable Edinburgh can be. I’ll probably just sheepishly ask him to autograph my WTF t-shirt.
Marc’s usually pretty friendly with his
stalkersfans when his marriage isn’t crumbling. He’ll be here next week, a free outdoor show in Marin and a couple of nights at Cobb’s that sound more like talking than standup. Not sure about going.I’ve got a copy of “Jerusalem Syndrome” prominently displayed on my bookshelf, the sealed envelope containing the tickets to see Marc in New York last year that I never got to use since my last minute plan to go see him was over-ruled by Mrs Arts’ even more last minute decision that we couldn’t afford it, and an empty WTF coffee bag pinned up to the corkboard in my office. Did I mention the printed out online conversation with Marc the last night of “The Marc Maron Show”?
Define stalker :paranoid:
We are on our way to Wyoming to learn about the Green River fossils and perhaps find some in one of the quarries. At the moment we’re somewhere in western Pennsylvania with Lola Dog who is not very happy about being away from home. I’m sure she’ll figure it out by tomorrow.