Friday, October 30, 2009
October 30, 2009
Ever wonder what became of the Golden Girls? Here they are before the Pied Piper led them off a cliff.
October 23, 2009
Wow, today was full of surprises. Like the meatball inside Pizzeria Venti's hot pockets. And Gus's power with the inverted ping-pong paddle grip. Those were good surprises.
We took Ollie and Anna to Murphy's for fish and chips. I had a hamburger and Ollie had a shepherd's pie. Anna had soup and salad and Whitney ate scallops. After that, everyone sang "Bullshit!"during one of the Irish folk songs. Ollie picked up the tab and then we headed for home.
We took Ollie and Anna to Murphy's for fish and chips. I had a hamburger and Ollie had a shepherd's pie. Anna had soup and salad and Whitney ate scallops. After that, everyone sang "Bullshit!"during one of the Irish folk songs. Ollie picked up the tab and then we headed for home.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
October 18,2009
Wow, today was a pretty good day. While Whitney went grocery shopping, Ralph picked a fight with me. After he got flipped end over end a couple times, he wised up real quick.
I finished the book Junky. It's a how-to book for using and pushing drugs and a how-not-to book for living life. It was written by a gay guy who shot his wife dead during a game of "William Tell."
This evening, we ate out at Foccia Luna on South Washington. It has its merits.
I finished the book Junky. It's a how-to book for using and pushing drugs and a how-not-to book for living life. It was written by a gay guy who shot his wife dead during a game of "William Tell."
This evening, we ate out at Foccia Luna on South Washington. It has its merits.
Friday, October 16, 2009
October 17, 2009
Look, If there's one thing I've discovered while checking myself out in the mirror all these years, it's that my eyes are a little too close together. If there's two things, the second thing is that I have a nice paunch that's more noticeable when I exercise and less noticeable when I don't.
October 15, 2009
Wow, today was cool.
In the fitness room a couple practiced ballroom dancing on the basketball court... in the dark. As I rode the exercise bike, the couple swept by the glass window, and the woman stared through at me. A little disturbing.
Thankfully, that was only one part of the day. Other parts we better, like breakfast. I ate a cinnamon raisin bagel with pumpkin butter. Ralph came in from the balcony to scour the floor for crumbs, but there were none.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
October 14, 2009
Here's a little bit about love...
"Love" means a lot of different things, and we all have definitions for it. Karl says love is acting selflessly for another but knowing full well that person will never know of your deed. I tell Karl you love someone if you can unabashedly fart in front of that person. Either way, we can agree that love is when you care more about someone or something else than you care about yourself.
Here are some other considerations about love:
"Love" means a lot of different things, and we all have definitions for it. Karl says love is acting selflessly for another but knowing full well that person will never know of your deed. I tell Karl you love someone if you can unabashedly fart in front of that person. Either way, we can agree that love is when you care more about someone or something else than you care about yourself.Here are some other considerations about love:
- The only way to express love is through actions
- Unfortunately, love is not eternal
- It's a hot debate whether love is scalable or absolute ... certainly it can't be absolute
- Love is the same as hate
- And finally, love is all you need
October 13, 2009
Look, Sallie Mae sucks. So does Ralph, the dog.
Other than those two, today was a good day. Whitney biked while I ran Scary Run, which is just beyond Cameron Run and a little ways away from 4 Mile Run.
Then she made a chicken dinner for me and bought a salad from Whole Foods for herself. Ralph watched us eat with his beady, greedy little eyes.
Monday, October 12, 2009
October 12, 2009
Wow, today's been alright.
Tonight, in the fitness room, I rode the exercise bike while watching football. A woman on another machine stared at me. Perhaps it was because of my sweat puddles on the floor. When she and her son left, they wished me a good night.
Tonight, in the fitness room, I rode the exercise bike while watching football. A woman on another machine stared at me. Perhaps it was because of my sweat puddles on the floor. When she and her son left, they wished me a good night.
October 11, 2009
Wow, it's tough to get old. Just ask my Papaw. He'll tell you it's hell. But then again, hell is eternal damnation... Hurts my brain a little just to think about what exactly that means.
You know, it's a pretty nice time to be an American. Real challenging for all of us right now, and there's a lot of fiesty people doing one thing or another. For example, my friend Schoener. He's trying his damnedest to ace dental school, so he can work in the medical staff of U.S. Armed Forces. Or my old friend Jayme, putting off college to give birth to her second all-American son. Then there's my buddy Perry, selling his Mustang so he can get a pilot's license. And there's even Whitney: aiming high for the "best new teacher of the year" award while ignoring everything else. See, all of us are sacrificing for something big, and it will probably pay off.
And if not, the sun will just stay where it is and our world will keep spinning around it.
You know, it's a pretty nice time to be an American. Real challenging for all of us right now, and there's a lot of fiesty people doing one thing or another. For example, my friend Schoener. He's trying his damnedest to ace dental school, so he can work in the medical staff of U.S. Armed Forces. Or my old friend Jayme, putting off college to give birth to her second all-American son. Then there's my buddy Perry, selling his Mustang so he can get a pilot's license. And there's even Whitney: aiming high for the "best new teacher of the year" award while ignoring everything else. See, all of us are sacrificing for something big, and it will probably pay off.
And if not, the sun will just stay where it is and our world will keep spinning around it.
October 10, 2009
Wow, today was wild. I saw some old friends, good for the soul.
We ran at York River State Park and there were whispers of a rattlesnake on the trail. There was also a skeleton on the steps of a burnt down log cabin. But, as far as I could tell, that was part of "Haunted Trails."
In the afternoon, I went shopping with Skeeter, Tyson, and Mahoney. We went to Icing and asked about cartilage piercings, then Havana Connections and asked about hooka shisha. The other guys also went to More Than Just Beads. All I saw through the window was beads, so I just stayed outside.
Later I got dropped off at the track house. Someone had left my blanket and pillow on the couch. Goodnight.
We ran at York River State Park and there were whispers of a rattlesnake on the trail. There was also a skeleton on the steps of a burnt down log cabin. But, as far as I could tell, that was part of "Haunted Trails."
In the afternoon, I went shopping with Skeeter, Tyson, and Mahoney. We went to Icing and asked about cartilage piercings, then Havana Connections and asked about hooka shisha. The other guys also went to More Than Just Beads. All I saw through the window was beads, so I just stayed outside.
Later I got dropped off at the track house. Someone had left my blanket and pillow on the couch. Goodnight.
Friday, October 9, 2009
October 9, 2009
Wow, you know, today was a pretty good day. I woke up at 5:28 and took the dog out. Then I stacked pillows on the couch and napped face down in my underwear. Then the dog whimpered and crapped on the floor.
At the office, I ate the last of my chicken salad. Gustavo said it smelled like skunked beer.
Whitney called this afternoon begging a ride home from the French teacher's house. They had evacuated the school on a bomb threat, and Whitney's car was left in the parking lot. Well, if you can imagine, the French teacher was Belgian. And her two dogs were different breeds but from the same litter. One was shaggy, one wasn't. The one that wasn't kept headbutting me in the crotch.
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