Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Walking the Tightrope, Steppin' on My Friends

Here's a picture of me when I was four, after my brother and sister slammed my fingers in the bathroom door at my dad's studio. This has absolutely nothing to do with my post. Man, I need to go out and take some new pics.

I'm getting to this very late. So, it will probably be very short and very lame. Things are much better today. I did my damnedest to remain cranky at work, but it was not to be. My co-worker, John is like one of those cats that knows when you don't like it and won't leave you alone. He kept coming over and bugging me. At first, he just stood by my desk jingling the change in his pocket until I hauled off and punched him. Then he kept annoying me with questions. The first one was okay, because it was something I was interested in.

"Hey, Churly. What's that one Clint Eastwood movie where he's a DJ and he has that scary stalker chick after him?"

"It's called Play Misty for Me, and it's awesome. Don't even get me started on how great that movie is."

Then he started asking me work related questions, and I was suddenly annoyed again. He gets really paranoid that he's going to get in trouble, so anytime all our bosses meet in another location, he's sure they're all talking about him.

"They've been gone a long time. Do you know what they're talking about?" John asked me for the tenth time in about as many minutes.

"Your butt."

"Oh, then they should be in there for a couple more hours."

Laughing at my own joke started cheering me up a little. Then on my break, I went outside because the weather was so perfect and those guys were on the Pentacrest. You know those one guys who tie their little tightrope thingies to the trees? They have it at the perfect height so that if they slip off, they totally rack themselves. Nothing shakes my crankiness faster than watching a bunch of guys rack themselves. Hey, they were all cracking-up too, so I didn't even have to feel guilty about how happy it was making me.


Remiman said...

Ok, I'm totally lost with that one.
Rack themselves?
Glad your evil humors are disipating.

Margaret said...

i love the way those things frame the man-but before they commence racking.... i'm cracking up just thinking of it

Babybull40 said...

Racking? I've never heard of that..

Rachel said...

I haven't ever heard of racking either but it is a perfect descriptive word.
Is it wrong of me that I laugh when guys are rolling on the ground clutching themselves?

booda baby said...

Here. I obviously siphoned (or however you spell that) off a lot of the good stuff you were entitled to. Today will be way better.

Sarah said...

They do this in front of people? Were they doing it when I was there? How did I miss the fun? (Oh, probably by never really being anywhere near the pentacrest.)

Hey how did stinky do in the track meet thingy on Sat.?

Churlita said...


Here's the urban dictionary definition:

1. racked 45 up, 6 down

getting hit in the nuts really hard, most often occurs when meter hopping, pole hopping, and harrassing beautiful women that want nothing to do with you. often followed by nust


It's always funny, right?


See the definition above.


It's not wrong when they did it to themselves and are laughing at the same time.

Booda Baby,

Thanks. I hope you're right.


I think they started doing it a few years ago. They mostly just walk the tightrope and maybe do tricks, but yesterday they fell a lot and that's when the racking occurred.

Stinky didn't do very well at the meet. She wasn't feeling well.

Babybull40 said...

That is clearly the most insane thng I'ver ever heard.. Thanks for the definiton... Now I will be watching for this event.. and laughing my ass off...

Dagromm said...

I didn't know that racking was regional or generational term. I thought it was universal.
Unfortunately, I'm paranoid like your friend John. Whenever my bosses have their doors closed I worry. Then I figure it's a good time to take a break since I know that they're not watching me so I surf the internet until the door reopens.

Dexter said...

Hmmmm. This is 2nd time today that Play Misty for Me has come up. A coworker mentioned that he had been watching Arrested Development DVD's last night and I said something about how the mother on that show, Jessica Walters, played the crazy woman in PMFM...

evil-e said...

Good use of the term "racking"...I just stood up to adjust, thanks.

I have the same co-worker. I can be drowning in a sea of crappy work and this person will make his way to my desk and ask me about some show that was on 3 months ago. "Don't you have a home?"

fringes said...

Every day, I think I'm fired or released from my contract. Every day. Tell John this is no way to live.

Churlita said...

Baby Bull,

I love the Urban Dictionary.


I was surprised so many people had never heard of it either.

You and John could be the same person.


The planets must be aligned a certain way that brings Play Misty for Me into our psyches.


Normally, he cracks me up, but when I'm cranky, I just want to live in my own little world and listen to my internet radio station in peace.


I have that a little bit too, and you are totally right.

mist1 said...

I love it when people play Misty for me.

Churlita said...


I bet guys stand in line to play misty for you.