As I’m driving home from work yesterday I see this and wonder if it’s been there all along and I never noticed or what. I mean I drive that way every day, so maybe I’d notice, or maybe I just ignore so much of downtown that it’s been there a while, right? Heh. This morning I ask my co-worker about it while we’re driving in and he says the same thing–he just noticed it, doesn’t know what it is or how long it’s been there. The newspaper reveals that it’s part of some new public art thing being dedicated today. There’s actually several related articles on it, of which my favorite part is the reader comments at the bottom. People seem very bitter about Opryland having closed. Hell, I’m bitter and I never even saw the place. Although the Opryland Hotel is still pretty awesome. It’s my goal to meet someone who will take me on a date to one of the absurd bars or restaurants there. Hmm, this is getting oddly off track from where I started. Must need more coffee.
My feet and ankles itch. Mosquitos and chiggers. Remind me again why I love this part of the country? AUGH.
Last night I had three separate dreams all featuring Outkast’s “Hey Ya!” No, I’m really not sure what that’s all about. I don’t even have an mp3 of the song to listen to to help clear it from my head.
la_cspan. I swear, I nearly peed myself. That, my friend, is what I want from the internet. Wheeeee!
ETA: my coworker is in a meeting and left his cell on his desk. It’s on ‘vibrate’ and every time it rings it moves a little bit across the table, closer and closer to me. It’s even moving in a slight curve, like it has a real destination in mind.