travel day

Just in from being on the freeways most of the night. 73 to the 405 to the 101 and my head is still buzzing. I'm head-to-toe covered in cat fur, so I guess Chapin was happy to see me after days and days of being gone (out of 45 I've been gone 39).

It was great to be away... much needed actually. But it's good to be home, too. Looking forward to getting back into the proverbial swing of things.

This evening before hitting the road I got my first ever bonafide hate mail a la web. You always hear about Dooce's hatemail. Or some random journalist's hate mail. Meaning, isn't hate mail usually reserved for the famous? So the fact that I got one... well... it wasn't the best experience BUT... it was so random and out of the blue (from someone I had no clue about) that it was ... well it was quizzical. I can't say it was comical necessarily, because hate is kind of like being sucker punched isn't it? But it kind of made me chuckle in a stumped way.

And anyway... what causes someone to do that anyway? The obvious answer is "you annoyed them." Well, surely, yes, that's got to be a large portion. But my point is, what makes you decide to have your first reaction be so over the top crazy? It's kind of bizarre to just BURST into a space and spew hateful things like some kind of turrets blurt machine, isn't it? Tho, I think it's hard to confuse a tic with typing. But I can try. Seriously. It was odd, but not that upsetting. Just quizzical, really.