I'm Jealous

Got a ride into work this morning with Bobby, who i used to ride-share with regularly until our schedules started drifting in drastically different directions. Who knows. It seems that they're drifting back together now, so maybe we should start again.
Anyway, he wanted to ride in together today, and since it's Friday, my schedule is pretty malleable.
Bobby's just gotten a new car. Not just any new car, a new car- a 2003 Mitsubishi Eclipse GTS in Titanium Grey. It's an incredibly sweet car. Not the most practical thing for someone who's a brand new parent (he and his wife have a two-month old baby girl), but damn it's fun.
I want a fun new car. *Waaaaah*

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My friends ROCK. All of you. You people are the glue that holds my world together, especially on the days when it feels as if it's just all going to come apart at the seams- and there have been a lot more of those recently than i'd like.
My saints of the day today aren't LJers, but friends none the less. Cory and Liz, thanks for letting me bend your ears and making suggestions about how to handle the employment situation. I don't think either of you realize how much i appreciate you.
And for the rest of you:
damashita, thanks for always being there and never doubting in me, even when i doubt myself, and for loving me unconditionally.
mediavore, thanks for sitting, talking and drinking on the fire escape last evening, and for making me smile and laugh. I really appreciate the opportunity to get to know you better.
heddo98, thanks for Wednesday pre-coffee walks to get ice cream, and for letting me bore you with useless trivia about Gaídhlíg and Celtic myths, not to mention getting traditional Newfoundland songs stuck in your head.
gwynn_aaron and ithilien, thanks for your insightful commentaries, even if you do think pretty much the same way as i do on most things, Gwynn. It's really nice to see that someone external to the situation thinks that i'm being rational and logical wading through this, because there are times i doubt my own rationality. Can't wait until you're able to relocate out here.
revseandoe, you're pretty much my near-brother, and have been since back in the Keane days. I think i can credit you with helping to teach me to laugh at myself in something other than a black humour context. Thanks for the continual suggestions on stress-relief, even if i never take you up on them.
And for the rest of you, not being specifically mentioned doesn't mean your support goes unnoticed. I love you all.

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Well, I saw the best reason for a traffic jam EVER on the way home from work today. Between Everett and Marysville the left lane of I-5 was closed...

because there was a Great Blue Heron standing in the middle of the lane!

If i'd realized Bobby had his digital camera in the car, we'd have had heron photos taken at a distance of about 6-8 feet.

Any Pixies fans out there?

(or, the lunatic's got a song stuck in his head again)
We'll start with a quote from Steve Taylor, who has nothing to do with Frank Black or the Pixies: "Since i gave up hope i feel a lot better."

All of the 1987 album Come On, Pilgrim is bouncing through my cranium, but some bits are sticking, and for no particular reason. Here's the one that's firmly lodged somewhere around the corpus callosum:
I tell a tale of a girl, but I call her a woman
She's a little bit older than me
Strong legs, strong face, voice like milk, breasts like a cluster of grapes
I can't escape the ways she raise me
She'll make you feel like Solomon be one of your babies even if you had no one
(And while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?)
Took my sleep after setting my loins on fire
But that's OK because...
I've been tired [6x]

Weird. Very weird. At least it's not "Nimrod's Son" from the same CD, though. "Land of plenty, land of fun, to find out i'm Nimrod's son..."

Eeeek.