Today's story is brought to you by the marvellous feature in Typepad which allows you to write a story in the middle of the night (when you SHOULD be sleeping, but the words keep waking you UP...) and schedule it for publishing during Normal Working Hours...thereby allowing you to go back to sleep and peruse it before it hits the blog to be sure your nocturnal ramblings are in some way shape or form, coherent. This is an exception to that rule. Incoherent, perhaps, but Personally, Extra Important. (PEI...*hee*) I told you, I SHOULD be sleeping....(excessive use of commas, noted.)
Today is my brother's birthday! Happy Birthday Captain Beeky! I love my brother. He'd be my friend even if we weren't related. We don't agree on a lot of things, and that's perfectly okay. He's a Mensch. In every sense of the word. He is a fabulous Father to the two Most Adorable Nieces in the Universe (IMHO) and takes pictures of them regularly in the wacky handknitted items that Auntie Greta makes. He sees my number on caller ID and answers "tech support" before I can even describe the problem. He calls sometimes just to check in, because it has been awhile. He's adorable. Really. Check your local listings, cuz he's on TV pretty regularly. If you are a Motorhead, you know him from RPM tonight, or the CART pits. Yep, THAT's my baby bro....my Fedex driver was THRILLED last year when I got him an autographed picture for his truck. Wow...how do you know HIM? Look at the picture, dude? See the resemblance? The guys at the Honda dealer also proudly display his picture and boast that they do the maintenance on MY truck. Now, ordinarily, I am NOT impressed by celebrity. Nor do I use it to get better service. What impresses me is when people are really really good at what they do, especially when they do it LIVE in front of a critical audience, with a director yelling at them through headphones and wires running everywhere and they've only had two hours sleep because the baby has colic and the airport was shut down for three hours because of a security snag but they STILL smile and sign autographs and do the job to the best of their ability because, well, because that is the way it should be DONE. With Integrity and humility and hours and hours of prep work that nobody ever sees. We're still in the midst of Silly Season, so I can't tell you for sure when he'll be on next...but in my eyes, when the Green flag drops and the Bulls**t stops, there's my brother, P1, dude!
Stay tuned Danger Girl fans....Pictures tomorrow of Actual Finished Objects....
Happy Birthday BoDG! (That's Brother of Danger Girl, dontchano.) Brothers can be such a great thing to have in a girl's life. Sounds like you've got one that's a definite keeper. I have a sneaking suspicion that he feels the same way about you. :)
Posted by: Kim | March 31, 2004 at 10:54 AM
Happy Birthday to your brother, from a fellow racing fan.
Know what you mean about the sleep thing, never thought to get up and go do the blogging, good idea.
Posted by: Cathy | March 31, 2004 at 08:35 PM
Greta, you continue to scare me. ;-) Read the last comment on my blog.
Posted by: claudia | March 31, 2004 at 09:42 PM