IT'S FRIDEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
YAY SHARKS!!!
1 W0000000-HOOOOOOO!!! Gonna be a fun sports' weekend beginning at the Coliseum tonight!!!YAY SHARKS!!!
GO A'S!!! BAND TOGETHER FOR BAY AREA SPORTS!!!
2 And now, the NEWS: I found out yesterday that I forgot to push a "publish" button on a couple of these things, causing several people to leap off buildings, run into brick walls, or ask yacky neighbors for advice. No need. I'm still new at using this thing called "blogspot." or whatever.
3 Only game in town.
4 Don't get me goin'.
5 For one thing, I'm never comfortable with the word "blog" when referring to this rag.
6 It pre-dates blogging by about a thousand years.
7 Someday I suppose I'll add buzzers and whistles, but I'm pretty sure nobody has time to read that stuff.
8 I've twice been burned by trying to archive this nonsense and twice the companies tanked it.
9 At some point I might get around to an ABOUT button, but I don't really write this to have followers.
10 I write it because I write it.
11 It's always been a bit of a kick in the pants to me.
12 I rough myself up when I miss a deadline, which normally is never.
13 This is designed for the school year, with weekends and vacays off. Otherwise it is rare that I miss deadlines.
14 The past few days, for example, I had stayed up an extra hour because I realize there ARE loyal readers waiting for boiling coffee, hot oatmeal, and the good ol' DN.
15 Great waste of five minutes while your oatmeal cools down.
16 My hope, my dream, my destiny is to get that oatmeal to go through a person's nostrils with one stupid comment or picture, or any combo.
17 I rarely reach for funny. Too many guys are funnier.
18 I reach for the unexpected chuckle; something that would trigger hot oats, boiling water, cinnamon, and laughter to cause a chemical reaction in which all ingredients fly through the eyes, nose, ears and throat.
19 I want this followed by laughter, and the words, "Oh, s#!t!"
20 Come on.
21 Admit it happens.
22 I can make it happen right now.
23 Watch.
24 Ready?
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27 How was the hot oatmeal bath?
28 Ah, <thenkyouveddymuch>
29 hashtag hashtag hashtag
30 Have hashtags jumped the shark yet?
31 Just counting the days.
32 I was a bit put off yesterday because I had some amazing Heidi trips happen.
33 They need to be reported the exact moment they happen or most people miss them.
34 The past couple of days attacked me with them.
35 This happens quite often, so much so that I sometimes pay little or no attention.
36 The other night, for example, I absolutely predicted that I was to get an email from Jenny Valdez the following day.
37 The following day one arrived, along with some info about West Valley Colleges upcoming show, A Very Dark Evening With Edgar Allan Poe. Oct. 18,19, 24,25,26 8 p.m., Oct. 20, 27 2 p.m. and a midnighter on Oct. 26. Studio, WVC. $10 students, $12 general.
38 I loved the coincidence.
39 Whoops! It's 11:09 and Blogspot sent me this notification, just now: "An error occurred while trying to publish your post. Please try again," with a triangular yellow warning sign, pink background, red writing. In blue writing it says these simple words: "Ignore warning." Still with the pink background.
40 Holy s@#t.
41 As soon as I wrote "Holy s@#t!" it all returned to normal.
42 Just now, beginning at 11:09 p.m. same day, 10/3/13.
43 The reason I added "same day" is that my morning began super-weird.
44 I had written about Jenny, the show, and a bit about the Heidi stuff, and went on Facebook to post.
45 When I got there, one of my former students, William Diaz had written a nightmare he had about "Heidi trips." First post I saw before I tried to launch my stuff.
46 I threw my post up there (or so I thought) right under his, so that somehow Facebook had back-to-back Heidi stories on the same morning.
47 I noticed a "more" on his post but I had to get to work.
48 On the way to work "same day" I thought about the Heidi stories, and how I always thought she was lovely and nice, always with the added "IF she was/is real."
49 I drove south on Capitol, daydreaming like you do on the way to work, when I started planning the second part of my day.
50 I realized that I had forgotten my calendar, which was a bit crucial to the second part my school day. I got a little frantic as I pulled into the left-turn lane on Tully.
51 At the stoplight I looked down on the passenger seat, and there sat my calendar, right next to a baseball cap with an H on it.
52 I loved the coincidence because I was always H at YB, but at Evergreen I'm pretty much Mr. Harrington. Some call me Mr. H, but I realized I had no real identity up there, and I goofed on how fun it is to re-create who you are in life.
53 All those thoughts spun around in around two seconds.
54 I then glanced up to the sky and saw an airplane approaching from the north east. It looked dangerously low and was wobbling. I knew it was in trouble when suddenly it crashed, about a mile ahead.
55 I freaked out. I thought of pulling over and calling 911, but within seconds police cars raced past me on Tully.
56 Sidebar: Go with this. I was named after my uncle, my father's brother Bud. I'm a second. He was killed in a military plane. We had a service for him at Golden Gate cemetery up in San Bruno.
57 When I was a kid, my Dad was on his way to Reno. That plane crashed, killing both the pilot and the co-pilot. My Dad and one of his best friends lived.
58 All that and more.
59 It's too late to go on tonight.
60 I'm spending the weekend with my Dad, and can't wait.
61 It's still that same day. William had written a long piece about Heidi and posted it on Facebook. Most everything he said was an accurate account, and is a perfect alternate to my own experiences, many of which were identical.
62 Coincidences beyond coincidences. Electrical things going haywire. Edgar Allan Poe. Clicking seats. Cold areas. He features light C at YB, which we all called "Heidi's light." It had a mind of its own, or sometimes would respond to orders.
63 Much of it was spot on, if you'll excuse the pun.
64 It's late.
65 Same day.
66 More to come. I promise you.
67 See you again. GO A'S.
68 Peace.
~H~
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