And Knowing is Half the Battle…

As someone who fits a generally non-descript description, I get mistaken for someone else’s brother’s sister’s nephew’s uncle’s cousin’s former roommate quite a bit.  So whenever I see someone I think I know, I get flustered about what to say.  I typically just let the person pass by, in no small measure because I know how awkward I feel when I get confused for someone else.  Does that seem odd?  I don’t know…

For the first time in quite awhile, I watched Monday Night Raw to catch the WWE Draft.  While I was glad to see that the rosters got shaken up, I was floored to see Jim Ross get moved to SmackDown with a live announcement.  You’d think that a guy who’s been around a company for nearly 15 years would at least have been given the courtesy of a heads-up instead of being told in front of a live television audience.  Then again, maybe I’m an idiot for thinking respect exists in WWE.

Been trying to read through The Message: Remix over the last month or so.  I’m just getting to the end of Numbers, and I have to admit that the Torah is difficult to read, no matter the translation (or paraphrase) one reads.  I don’t mean to dismiss it at all, but it’s hard for someone in 2008 in the USA to grasp a story about a nation wandering around a desert for 40 years.  I guess it would be like trying to expect someone in the Roman Empire to grasp the availability of cell phones or the Internet.

I’d like to say that I’ve been doing some writing or learning, but the truth is that work’s gotten busy lately.  When I get home, I feel fairly drained.  For some reason, if I get six or ten hours of sleep, I can function.  Give me the recommended eight hours, however, and I’m wiped out the whole day.  Don’t claim to understand it, but that’s the way it is.

Speaking of sleep, I need to catch a little.  Later.