All this bouncing off the walls is causing a potential concussion.

I have VERY LITTLE TIME today. Got a late start! Well, an EARLY start. But late HERE, late. Have to leave for work soon and haven’t even started and a BILLION BILLION things are happening today and if I don’t pay the rent eviction’s going to happen and BUSY BUSY BUSY. Whenever I have a million things to do and I’m buzzing all around I think of Ricochet Rabbit. I don’t especially know who Ricochet Rabbit is, but Dad always used to say that when I was buzzing all around. “You’re like Ricochet Rabbit! Bing bing…BING!” And it would always make me giggle. I think it’s from some old-timey cartoon he used  to watch or something. Wait, the interwebs can help. OK, the interwebs says that Ricochet Rabbit was from Hanna Barbera and used to say “ping ping ping” which kind of ruins my childhood. THANKS INTERWEB. But he DID used to bounce off the walls. Which I did. And do. Regularly. I think I might have some sort of energy disorder.

This made me snort-laugh. I’m a child. A CHILD.

Ooh, look, per Wikipedia: Ricochet Rabbit’s catchphrase consisted of three quick pings; “ping, ping, PING!”, followed by him referring to himself in the third person; “Ricochet Rabbit!” The “Ping” is often mistakenly misquoted as a “Bing”. In the episode “Rapid Romance”, Ricochet clearly signs an autograph for a fan using the word “Ping”.

I like that even back in the day, people were over-watching and fan-wanking.

Also, these aired from 1964-1965. Dad was in his teens. I like to think of teen-Dad watching cartoons. That makes me smile.

Apparently, this is how Dad sees me. Hee!

OK, so quickly, what’s up in Amytonia. Amyland. Amyville. The Land of Amy.

Night shift has been night-shifty. People are NUTS. One guy pretended to be the president of the board of directors of a doctor’s office to get someone’s secret inside-line number (I WAS NOT FOOLED!); one woman was SO SHOCKED I knew her phone number (she’d told it to me, I’m not psychic) and one doctor lied and said he wasn’t on call because he didn’t want to deal with the caller’s problems. NUTS NUTS NUTS! All the fruits and nuts. Oh, we get some normal calls, too. People in labor and people with actual sick children and people who have pipes that have sprung a leak (NOT A EUPHEMISM.) And I am not getting enough sleep. But last night that was totally my own fault, I had this thing I wanted to do before I went to bed and it totally needed to be done and I thought, “do I do this thing? Because this thing, I want to do this thing. And if I do this thing tomorrow, this thing is not as timely or effective, and what have I gained, really? An extra 45 minutes of sleep? Weighing options weighing options WEIGHING OPTIONS I will do this thing.” And I DID. And so therefore I am sleepy, but satisfied with the choices I made. THIS IS WHY BEING A GROWNUP IS HARD.

This came up with a Google search for “being a grownup is hard” and it’s not really pertinent but it made me giggle. I’m equally ALL THREE of these.

In news of awesomeness, I have had a thing happen! But I can’t talk much about the thing. I am using the word “thing” a lot here. Again, not a euphemism. I have been offered (and accepted) a freelance writing position that I will be starting immediately. A freelance writing position that – get this, jellybeans! – PAYS MONEY. It is all very exciting and due to non-disclosure agreements and such I cannot say more. And it’s not ever something you will read (or would want to, really.) That makes it sound a lot pornier than was intended. And also kind of like I’m a spy. None of these things are true. ANYWAY, it’s a very exciting opportunity, and any money coming into Chez Amy at the moment would not be turned away at the door, no no no. Any money, including LAUNDERED and DRUG and PROSTITUTION money would be accepted, perhaps with a slight bit of worrisomeness, but whatever pays the bills, I suppose.

GAH! The internet said this was “excited face” WHAT IS THIS WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!?!?!

Anyway, once I know the timeline, there is a possibility that the old Football here will have to take a backseat for a bit. Or that these posts will have to be a photo and four words. Or just animated cat GIFs. Because lately, the time I have to write this is the only time I have at all, and that means the only time I’ll have to do the paid writing is the time I’ve been blogging. But, we’ll see. Maybe things will all fall into place like magic. Who knows.

Let’s see. I am a spoiled rotten brat and Dad is buying me a new TV for my birthday. Well, the spoiled rotten brat part I made up. I told him the TV shit the bed and he was VERY EXCITED about electronics shopping. Dad likes to buy electronics. He’s all “MEASURE THE BROKEN TV!” and “DIAGONALLY AND ALSO SIDE TO SIDE!” and “PUT YOUR PHONE ON SPEAKER SO I CAN TALK TO YOU WHILE YOU DO THE MEASURING!” And then he started talking about picture-tubes and flat-screens and going online to comparison shop and it’s like I gave him a little project for when he comes up this weekend. THANK YOU DAD!  (Yep, I’m spoiled rotten. I know.)

Dad says it will be about this size and this is BIGGER than my last TV. SO SO BIG. This is like being a FANCY LADY.

Also, talking to Dad the day after a debate…that’s not really the best idea. There was a lot of shouting and “WE WON YOU LOST AS ALWAYS” and other things that I won’t repeat because I know my audience and I want you to continue LIKING my dad. So I just kept saying “I don’t want to talk about this I don’t want to talk about this I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS” and also “I think we have a bad connection static! Static! KKKKKKKKK” (that’s my static noise, like that?) and finally we started talking about the weather (RAIN RAIN RAIN) and then got off the phone. Oh, the next month or so is going to be painful, yeah? Sigh.

OK. Off to do things. Things things things. SO MANY THINGS. Bing bing…BING! (Shut up, who cares that it’s ping.)

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14 responses to “All this bouncing off the walls is causing a potential concussion.

  • Andreas Heinakroon

    Heheh! Nice pic of exited face! Right in the middle of the uncanny valley.


    • lucysfootball


      I’ve been trying to figure it out all day and I am STUMPED.

      It’s like my new favorite phrase now. Uncanny Valley! Where I think I want to move, because where better for Amy to live than Uncanny Valley?


      • Andreas Heinakroon

        I might or might not decide to write a blog post on the uncanny valley. It’s a scientific term used to describe the uneasy feeling we experience when faced with a robot that is very human-like but still not quite human. They might have very human skin and appearance for instance, but not quite move or behave like a human. Or their facial expressions aren’t quite right.

        Interestingly, we find a less human-like robot much more appealing than one that looks more than a human, but only until they are more or less identical to us. Then they’re out of the uncanny valley and are accepted and liked again, even if we know they’re not human.


        • lucysfootball

          Didn’t you blog about this? Or did we just talk about it at length once somewhere? Blog comments, maybe? Or on Twitter? I swear we’ve had this conversation before. Somewhere. Man, I’m getting old. Was it on that sex-robot post I did back in the day?

          I like the term “uncanny valley.” What a great term! Science wins again.


          • Andreas Heinakroon

            I don’t think so? Don’t think I’ve ever mentioned it before, actually. There aren’t all that many situations in life when people are all that interested in discussing scientific theories (at least not as many as there should be).


            • lucysfootball

              It HAS to be you! There’s no way I was talking about sciency things with someone other than you. I would NEVER cheat on you with sciency conversations with others! NEVER!

              I am always interested in discussing scientific theories. I don’t know how GOOD I am at it, but I’m always INTERESTED.


  • sj

    I hope you’re going to be Ricochet Rabbit for Hallowe’en. I want to see that.


  • 35JupiterDrive

    My brother loves electronics shopping too. I have a story about my ex-husband and his ex-gf and me all shopping. I will have to tell it some day and you’ve now reminded me of it.

    I am glad you are getting a TV for your birthday. That seems like a very good gift indeed.

    And I am also glad you are going to be being paid for writing because that’s the best ever but I have sad-face not knowing where you’ll be but maybe you’ll be able to tell us someday?


    • lucysfootball

      No, unfortunately it has to stay a secret. But it’s not anything Amy-ish. But it’s writing! For money! YAY!

      I’m pretty excited about the TV, I can’t lie. This little tv is giving me a stress migraine.


  • Heather

    Yay for birthday TVs!


  • Kris Rudin (@krisrudin)

    (Late commenting – AGAIN! I know, lame. But I was visiting my dad this weekend – he just got out of the hospital after a BAD bout of pneumonia, so I spent all weekend with him, and no time interwebbing.)

    ANYWAY, just wanted to say I’m happy you got a new TV for your birthday – and a nifty flat screen one? Suh-WEET!! Despite his politics, your dad is COOL. :-)

    And, congrats also on the new, super hush-hush writing job! I picture you doing technical writing for super-secret spy manuals! Hee-hee!


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