Walking to work, as the snow and ice is finally melting away, I spotted the very first robin of spring. Growing up, my mom had always kind of thought of Punxsutawney Phil as one of the stupidest ideas of all time, yet as soon as she spotted a robin, she knew that little bird was heralding the arrival of spring. So, being an impressionable and rebellious chap, I get all giddy for both Phil and the first robin of spring.
I let out a girly little gasp and thank god no one was around, because I am sure that it put a little spring into my step. But no sooner than I began to hop along in my merry little way, I noticed a ~second~ little fluttering robin.
“Oh how delightful,” went the little voice in my head, which kind of sounds like Stewie from Family Guy as I relive this, “they must be friends…or lovers. I bet they wintered together in..”
“TWEET” the call rang out.
And at that point I noticed a third precious little robin. Then a forth still precious little robin. Then a fifth and sixth still precious but, man, you never see that many of those, little robins. The next thing I knew, I was surrounded by approximately 35-40 robins, tweeting and hopping and swooping by me. Exit Springtime, Enter Hitchcock. So the little tweeters FOLLOWED me along Tudor Arms Ave for about two whole blocks, divebombing and squawking the whole time before finally taking flight together and flying into the park.

I am not sure what this means for springtime. Not to go all Cassandra on it all, but methinks spring this year is going to be a wee bit full throttle.

I rode the bus today with a slightly odd co-worker. Turns out his girlfriend has been living in Salt Lake City working as a handler and trainer for the Aviary at the zoo out there. She is supposed to be moving back to Pittsburgh later, so that should help their relationship. I encouraged him to have her move down here, as the fact that there is a Medival Times Dinner and Tournament would mean that she could be the hawk chick. Everyone loves a hawk chick, right?

Ooooh the job search. I just found out that my aunt/godmother is following her husband to South Africa for a week for business, and then sticking around for 10 weeks in Tanzania to work at an orphanage.

New little black cousin in five….four….three…two….

Actually, I am pretty jealous. In scouring the grand Baltimore world of employment opportunities, I am coming up a smidge disinterested in it all. Has anyone ever really found a job on Monster or Careerbuilder? It looks to be nothing but ads for marketing firms that don’t really exist and start-up mortgage companies. Nee dank u.

And in the Most. Exciting. News. Ever…..

https://secure1.asphostingservices.com/rocklands/index2.htm


The Live Lawrence Welk Show is fucking going to Pigeon Forge Tennessee.

That fucking means Welk in Dollywood.

I am starting to have an asthma attack at how ridiculously THE SHIT that would be as a road trip.

People who owe Anna Nicole Smith flowers:


1] That astronaut chick
2] Scooter Libby
3] Anyone who owns stock in Inside Edition/Access Hollywood.

ps how do i buy stock in Inside Edition/Access Hollywood?