Morning Scrubs, Scrubettes. It's yer old pal Scrubbie here. How are ya?
He's here! He's here! *Scrub sings while doing a little jig.
Ok. I admit it. I am a bit of a geek. But - c'mon... you gotta admit. It's like having a bit of a celebrity right here on the front step of the Scrub Shack. Uber Geek Stephen Hawking - here. Right here. Right HERE!
I can practically feel my own quantum atoms vibrating a light speed, I am so excited!
Huh? You don't feel it?
Hmmmmm. Kids - this guy is not only an Uber Geek; not only THE premier physicist; not only super-cool when it comes to theories of Time and Space and the cosmos.... he's been on Star Trek: The Next Gen!
If dude there were to outfit his wheelchair with a sliding red eye-light, paint it black and call it KITT - It'd be like Knight Rider Steve Hawking. Frack. I'd pretty much switch teams and marry the guy.
Yes boys and girls - Scrubs fair little 'burb here is all a-buzz with the Einstein of our generation being right here to swap brain-spit with other smarty-pants at the local think-tank. It really is quite exciting.
On the other hand - crazy cat lady a few doors down continues to let her beasts run amok (oooooo - 'amok'... "Amok Time".... episode of Trek, the original series.... 2 Trek references in one posting!!!!! I'm gonna need a cold shower if this continues.)
It's not that I don't like cats.
I hate them.
Scrub's a dog guy.
Dog people generally dont groove with cat people.
Oh sure - cats are cute. When hollowed out and used as slippers.
Oh relax. Scrubs not one of those people that would do harm to the little beasts. I just don't like when crazy cat lady lets the wee buggers roam 24-7.
They leave little cat presents frackin' everywhere. Know what I mean? Blech.
Then there's the ever present sight of one of the critters strolling like it's queen of all things - with a bird in it's mouth. Argh.
And while on the topic of elevators - Scrub and the Wife are gonna be providing assistance and support to the Wife's mommy and daddy - Scrub's outlaws - as they prepare to relocate themselves from 10 stories up to only 3 stories up. Well - 3 stories up with a helluva nice view. Yep - the outlaws are moving. So - it's off to their place to pack up their knick knacks and move 'em down a few floors in their apartment building to a really nice spot with a nice nature view rather than the parking lot view. That's happening tomorrow.
Today - The Wife and her gal pal the Joodster are doin' their scrappy thing at a crop in a local burb.
Me - think Scurb's gonna fire up the grill and sear some meat. Scrub is always happy when searing meat.
Oh kids - Saturday is upon us! Now go - love your Saturday. That's what I'm gonna do.