Stocks have been down all morning on worries about earnings reports and energy prices, but they've suddenly started to claw back some of the losses. Is this possibly the Michael Jackson Memorial Uptick that economists predicted? It's too soon to tell, but the answer is almost certainly yes. Also, are any of you people doing anything other than watching the goddamn funeral? Because it is quiet out there. I think I'm going to cut the hell out of here and drink myself silly grieve in my own way.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
16
It's not just me! The streets outside my office are eerily quiet. No cars honking. No loud voices. (25th/Park btw) Creeeepy.
I'M HERE DON'T LEAVE
I’m watching Blade Runner instead of the Michael Jackson Funeral. One’s about a future world inhabited by robots. The other’s a fictional movie.
I tried to convince the employer to shut the office for the duration of the service, but no go.
Anybody up for Michael Jackson grief sex?
Don't you dare leave. This isn't a friday, or a holiday, or a day before a holiday, or even a slightly rainy day.
and where is the "daily" email????
You get the daily email? I've signed up twice, and never gotten one.
Check your spam folder, at least on GMail it got caught until it's marked as not spam. That said, hasn't been one in a little bit
I just woke up. I wonder where the brothers got those sparkly memorial gloves. Plus, so much plastic surgery, my eyes hurt.
Here I sit, trapped in a Continental departure lounge at Bush Interplanetary in Houston, where I've spent the better part of the summer. CNN is on all the bigscreens. It's a United Nations amalgam of cultures you see in any big international airport.
NO ONE is paying attention to the TV. Except when Mariah Carey was on, whereupon a large woman exclaimed into her cellphone, "Mariah's cleavage goes to the god damn FLOOR!"
Fine, go drink. I'll just sit here and go through my Grandmother's things and get rid of the flowers from the funeral last week by myself.
I'm just trying to figure out who's leaving me Roxy Music songs on my voicemail... Also, there are almost no cars on the Brooklyn Bridge so I think everyone is hunkered down in front of the tv's.
The only refuge from the MJ funeral on TV is found on the business channels. Commerce marches on!
Who's MJ?
I'll wager the "THIS EFFING DAY" tag will be as loose and threadbare as a porn star's vagina from all the times it's going to be thrown down in the future Chronicles of Awl-ia.