Internal Snooze Button

You know you’re exhausted when you stare at the blaring alarm clock with your eyes wide open for a good fifteen seconds before you can figure out what’s going on. It’s as if your body reacts to the sound but your brain sneaks in a quick press of the snooze button and after your initial jolt into awakening you are then strangely paralyzed by the dreadful drone of the alarm. This morning I volunteered for the city council campaign my friend Grego is working for, and the alarm went off, as set, at 6:30am. Apparently I stood up when it sounded but then fell into a brain snooze and stared blankly at the offending clock while Alison wondered which step in the turning-off-the-alarm process all of sudden seemed to confuse me so. I imagine the post-alarm sound, pre-fully functioning semi-conscious eyes open state is an entertaining one in which to observe somebody.

I don’t want to say I deserve all the credit if the city council candidate I volunteered for wins (I’m protecting her identity in case any of the views expressed on this blog might jeopardize her candidacy) but I do think that my contributions at minimum warrant a shout-out in the acceptance speech. You try collecting three signatures in an hour. That’s roughly one every 20 minutes- and not everybody is used to signing autographs for the masses so their signatures can take almost as long as printing their names (and they have to do both!)

FYI as I’m typing this, the sky is getting frightfully dark and lightening bolts are flashing like flash cards for a kid who really knows his stuff. There’s an apocalyptic air in the air. If this is some elaborate War of The Worlds mega-promotion, I think they’ve gone too far. If this truly is the apocalypse, I’ll never forget those of you who believed the hyphen.

Does anybody know any good sauce recipes that would compliment ravioli well? Alison and I are cooking tonight- provided the apocalypse scare is not legit.

There is a new New Yorker Cartoon Caption Contest. Upon first glance, and at the risk of trying to be too clever, I think a good caption for this week’s cartoon could be:

“I’d like to shake your hand and I have a tail.”

You really have to think about it. Speaking of which, a slogan I’d like to have attached to a comedy show that I’m a part of is this:

“The Comedy Show that Adam is centrally involved in in some way- be it writing for it, performing on it, hosting it, etc; Unpretentious Comedy You Couldn’t Even Begin To Fully Appreciate.”

If executed properly there are big changes that that show could bring about for me. I don’t really mean that. In fact I only wrote that sentence two sentences ago because I wanted to have instances of using the same word consecutively in consecutive sentences. It’s amazing how given the proper circumstances, the smallest of accomplishments can feel like a victory.

I forgot to wish you a happy summer. Is it me or should there be less uncertainty as to when the first day of each season is? Some people claim the 21st, others the 22nd. It reminds me in a really shaky comparison type of way, of the fact that film companies can’t master getting a precise number of exposures onto a roll of film. It says 24 but sometimes you get 27, other times 25. Hey Kodak, why not hire somebody to get on that. I mean, thanks for the free pictures, no complaints over here.

Bye.