Yay for public television

I love Antiques Roadshow.

I love it when people freak out when they learn that their prized possession which they either didn't think was worth much or were silently hoping was worth a lot turns out to be worth SKILLIONS!!!

I even love it when someone cocky gets up there who paid a considerable sum for something he clearly thinks is worth more and it turns out to be a fake. I saw one like that where the guy thought he had an original Jesse James rifle and he was so smug and smarmy until the evaluator was like, um, this is very clearly a replica because of these 93 reasons and consequently is worth a fraction of what you paid for it. And the man squeaked out, ok, thanks and slunk off.

Last week, there was this great one with this delightful old man who was clearly just so excited to be on the show and when the assessor told him his piece of furniture was really quite valuable, he shouted, "WOW!" And she laughed, and said, "I guess you like this old piece, then, huh?" And he yelled, "I'm liking it more and more every minute!" Precious.

Three, two, one: CONTACT!!!

So I'll tell you, something has been nagging at me since my last post. Couldn't put my finger on it at first, but then it was clear: it just seemed like unfinished business. Because silly little trivial things that I am attaching completely unproven hypothesised interpretations to. . . must always come in threes!

I finally hit upon it, the third of a trifecta of godly punitive action that I daydream is there to hassle my ex. Annoucing: the Georgia drought. As every local newscast will tell you via special programming like DROUGHTWATCH!! and DROUGHT2007!! and HOLY SHIT I'M THIRSTY!!, Georgia is almost at an all-time low in terms of a water shortage. Although you wouldn't know it from the myriad car wash places that seem to still be doing fine. Anyway, one of the primary water sources for the metro area, Lake Lanier, is getting rather shallow indeed. Here a picture to illustrate the current conditions:

There's a lot more ground visible than ever before and we can see here that it has resulted in the closure of this boat ramp. What does this have to do with the rotter ex? Only that he spent a ridiculous amount of money this Summer to purchase a waverunner. I did not think that buying an expensive piece of machinery that could only be used by driving at least over an hour away could get any sillier. Unless, of course, that body of water DOESN'T EVEN EXIST ANYMORE. Well, at least not to where having a waverunner is concerned.

So that's three. Now I can go obsess about something else.