Let me tell you why life is good
I got yelled at by a volunteer and all the boss said was, "you're going to have to try much harder than that if you want to get fired."
I came home and made my dinner.
I called my friends and talked about the Holidays.
Kim invited me over and I hung out with the Smiths for quite a while. They're better than apple pie.
I came home again and my cousin asked me which Ultimate disc she should buy. Can you hear my heart sing?
I exercised. I'm reading a book that I don't think much of, but it's better than not having a book at all.
My leftovers at lunch were better than dinner last night.
I don't have to wear as many clothes because the housemate is out of town. (FYI: I'm fully dressed in a comfy pair of sweats and a long sleeve T-shirt at the moment.)
My toenails are so happy they have their own happy faces.
My new tie looked so spiffy with my new shirt and my new pants.
I can't sleep, so I have more time to blog.
One more day of '03 and then we're on to '04-- the year of the Dave
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
Monday, December 29, 2003
Sunday, December 28, 2003
Stop the screaming
I met the offspring of one of my best friends tonight. Two undeniably good-looking people produced, not surprisingly, one undeniably good-looking baby boy.
His was not the screaming that I wanted to stop. That would be the other guys. It's strange to say, but Brian's friends, my friends I keep in touch with through Brian, have grown up, but they haven't stopped hurling insults at the top of their lungs. Some things change and some things never do.
I met the offspring of one of my best friends tonight. Two undeniably good-looking people produced, not surprisingly, one undeniably good-looking baby boy.
His was not the screaming that I wanted to stop. That would be the other guys. It's strange to say, but Brian's friends, my friends I keep in touch with through Brian, have grown up, but they haven't stopped hurling insults at the top of their lungs. Some things change and some things never do.
Friday, December 26, 2003
There's something in my eye
My dad gave my mom the runaway Christmas gift hit; he converted old home movies from the 8mm to VHS. So yesterday, I watched as my parents got married, had a son, and had a daughter to the sounds of generic piano music. I watched little David try and steal the spotlight back from his new little sister. It was all very cute and made everyone a little misty, but what got me was a noise my Grandpa A. made.
The film showed one Christmas about 1983, I received a new toy and excitedly raised it up for my Grandpa to see. On the screen he puckered his lips in mock-thrill. In my head I heard the little "Woo" that always used to accompany it. From that point forward I couldn't get the tears out of my eyes. I rememberd the traps that Grandpa S. used to put me in with his feet. It all made me miss my grandparents terribly. My sister asked me if I wished I was a kid again, but I don't. Sometimes I miss that innocence. Little David jumping wildly on the screen Christmas morning, while little Becky rubbed her eyes trying to wake up.
I'm so lucky to be in such a wonderful family. I wish I had more time with my grandparents. I just barely got old enough to appreciate them as they were getting too old to let me. There's something in my eye again. I want to enjoy the time I do have with my parents and my aunts and uncles, who turn out to be real people after all. I'm looking forward to June, when all my cousins (all 4 of them) and I can wreak havoc on some dance floor in Colorado as my sister and her fiance tie that knot.
My dad gave my mom the runaway Christmas gift hit; he converted old home movies from the 8mm to VHS. So yesterday, I watched as my parents got married, had a son, and had a daughter to the sounds of generic piano music. I watched little David try and steal the spotlight back from his new little sister. It was all very cute and made everyone a little misty, but what got me was a noise my Grandpa A. made.
The film showed one Christmas about 1983, I received a new toy and excitedly raised it up for my Grandpa to see. On the screen he puckered his lips in mock-thrill. In my head I heard the little "Woo" that always used to accompany it. From that point forward I couldn't get the tears out of my eyes. I rememberd the traps that Grandpa S. used to put me in with his feet. It all made me miss my grandparents terribly. My sister asked me if I wished I was a kid again, but I don't. Sometimes I miss that innocence. Little David jumping wildly on the screen Christmas morning, while little Becky rubbed her eyes trying to wake up.
I'm so lucky to be in such a wonderful family. I wish I had more time with my grandparents. I just barely got old enough to appreciate them as they were getting too old to let me. There's something in my eye again. I want to enjoy the time I do have with my parents and my aunts and uncles, who turn out to be real people after all. I'm looking forward to June, when all my cousins (all 4 of them) and I can wreak havoc on some dance floor in Colorado as my sister and her fiance tie that knot.
Wednesday, December 24, 2003
The story of Casino Santa with commentary
Casino Santa is a recent addition to folklore. While the real Santa has European ties or Coca-Cola ties, Casino Santa has Mob ties.
Like Claus, Casino Santa (C$ from this point forward), comes around once a year. He just happens to arrive 2 nights before the other fat man. Instead of a sleigh, C$ rides in a black Lincoln with tinted windows. Instead of hearing bells, you might hear the holiday peel out and the next day find fresh skid marks. These are all clues that C$ has come for a visit. Look closely at your door and you will probably notice that the lock has been jimmied. Do not leave out cookies for C$; they are not good for his diet. C$ prefers a glass of Chardonay and your silence.
Like the other Santa's, C$ keeps a list. Some historians have called it the "hit list", but authorities will not comment on this accuracy. If you've been good to your word and kept your mouth shut, C$ will leave you some nice shiny casino coins and a pair of socks. The coins are for spending at one of the local casinos, to be supplemented by your last paycheck, of course. The socks are a subtle reminder. They say, "F*(* up, and we'll slide you right into a pair of concrete shoes." Stay on your best behavior and you can wear the socks with little concern. Anger C$ and you will pay the price.
Do not think C$ is an evil man. It is mere coincidence that his intials are an anagram of SIN CAO SATAN which roughly translated means "Come sin with the devil." C$ brings jobs to many of local workers. He gives money to the local schools and he gives riverboats to the local rivers.
You are probably better off if you don't meet C$. If you do happen across him, smile, do not comment on his weight and do not ask why his thugs wear elf shoes. Just smile politely, avoid making deals and leave as fast as possible. As C$ would say, "Merry F-ing Holidays suckers."
Casino Santa is a recent addition to folklore. While the real Santa has European ties or Coca-Cola ties, Casino Santa has Mob ties.
Like Claus, Casino Santa (C$ from this point forward), comes around once a year. He just happens to arrive 2 nights before the other fat man. Instead of a sleigh, C$ rides in a black Lincoln with tinted windows. Instead of hearing bells, you might hear the holiday peel out and the next day find fresh skid marks. These are all clues that C$ has come for a visit. Look closely at your door and you will probably notice that the lock has been jimmied. Do not leave out cookies for C$; they are not good for his diet. C$ prefers a glass of Chardonay and your silence.
Like the other Santa's, C$ keeps a list. Some historians have called it the "hit list", but authorities will not comment on this accuracy. If you've been good to your word and kept your mouth shut, C$ will leave you some nice shiny casino coins and a pair of socks. The coins are for spending at one of the local casinos, to be supplemented by your last paycheck, of course. The socks are a subtle reminder. They say, "F*(* up, and we'll slide you right into a pair of concrete shoes." Stay on your best behavior and you can wear the socks with little concern. Anger C$ and you will pay the price.
Do not think C$ is an evil man. It is mere coincidence that his intials are an anagram of SIN CAO SATAN which roughly translated means "Come sin with the devil." C$ brings jobs to many of local workers. He gives money to the local schools and he gives riverboats to the local rivers.
You are probably better off if you don't meet C$. If you do happen across him, smile, do not comment on his weight and do not ask why his thugs wear elf shoes. Just smile politely, avoid making deals and leave as fast as possible. As C$ would say, "Merry F-ing Holidays suckers."
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Ch Ch changes
I'm home, er, I'm at my parent's house that used to be home. Some of my residue still hangs around, but it doesn't feel like home. It feels smaller. I felt almost claustrophobic wandering around the house this morning. (This comes from a guy who lives in a carriage house). It could be the clutter, I decided. Some of it is Christmas clutter and some of it is sister clutter. The former I could do nothing about, but the latter I picked up and organized a little bit, got some of the clutter out of the living room. When my mom realizes that I picked up things unprompted in her home she will probably have to sit down and gasp for breath. But don't worry, she will survive. It's not like I dusted or cleaned the toilets. I'm not drunk, I'm just a little claustrophobic. (I am not implying that I only clean the toilets or dust when I'm drunk, even though I suspect my mom thinks they occur with the same frequency.)
In an aside I am also trying to avoid the sass that gets me in trouble while I'm here. It's worked so far. So far being the three hours between plane arrival and bedtime.
I'm home, er, I'm at my parent's house that used to be home. Some of my residue still hangs around, but it doesn't feel like home. It feels smaller. I felt almost claustrophobic wandering around the house this morning. (This comes from a guy who lives in a carriage house). It could be the clutter, I decided. Some of it is Christmas clutter and some of it is sister clutter. The former I could do nothing about, but the latter I picked up and organized a little bit, got some of the clutter out of the living room. When my mom realizes that I picked up things unprompted in her home she will probably have to sit down and gasp for breath. But don't worry, she will survive. It's not like I dusted or cleaned the toilets. I'm not drunk, I'm just a little claustrophobic. (I am not implying that I only clean the toilets or dust when I'm drunk, even though I suspect my mom thinks they occur with the same frequency.)
In an aside I am also trying to avoid the sass that gets me in trouble while I'm here. It's worked so far. So far being the three hours between plane arrival and bedtime.
Sunday, December 21, 2003
There are some things I think you need to know
*I sing in the car. I sing in a piercing falsetto-- the higher the better. Sometimes even when I don't need a falsetto, I use the falsetto.
*I talk to Orion. Not the cat in Men in Black, I talk to the constellation. He's been there for me through some lonely nights. He used to hang over my little Colorado town. That's where we began speaking.
*I'm into guilt trips. I don't like them that much, but I use them. My favorite at the moment is, "You'll ruin Christmas."
*I get uncomfortable when someone gets left out, so I lie to people about what I'm doing "this weekend."
*a) I often get caught in those lies and I look like an idiot.
*I like to do things that everybody else isn't. I try not to let that be my only motivation, but it can be a strong one.
*I sing in the car. I sing in a piercing falsetto-- the higher the better. Sometimes even when I don't need a falsetto, I use the falsetto.
*I talk to Orion. Not the cat in Men in Black, I talk to the constellation. He's been there for me through some lonely nights. He used to hang over my little Colorado town. That's where we began speaking.
*I'm into guilt trips. I don't like them that much, but I use them. My favorite at the moment is, "You'll ruin Christmas."
*I get uncomfortable when someone gets left out, so I lie to people about what I'm doing "this weekend."
*a) I often get caught in those lies and I look like an idiot.
*I like to do things that everybody else isn't. I try not to let that be my only motivation, but it can be a strong one.
What is real?-- online book review
If you're a reality TV fanatic, or even if you've secretly seen a few episodes, but refuse to tell anyone, you'll probably enjoy Lizzy Hated Pantyhose. This online novel is well-written and entertaining. It manages to celebrate reality TV even as it pokes fun at the genre. The Tyrant tells us that it's a first draft, but I found that hard to believe.
It has a few dud jokes "you might remember me from such TV shows as..." being the most repeated dud. It starts to drag a little with the introduction of America's Top Model but by that point I had to find out the ending. The main character was a little too versatile for my tastes, but maybe reality TV watchers have a knack for slipping into their favorite shows that I don't know about. My biggest regret about the whole experience was that I couldn't curl up under the covers with my iMac. Online novels are a pain in the eyes, but this one is worth a look.
Don't believe me? Ask Clare.
If you're a reality TV fanatic, or even if you've secretly seen a few episodes, but refuse to tell anyone, you'll probably enjoy Lizzy Hated Pantyhose. This online novel is well-written and entertaining. It manages to celebrate reality TV even as it pokes fun at the genre. The Tyrant tells us that it's a first draft, but I found that hard to believe.
It has a few dud jokes "you might remember me from such TV shows as..." being the most repeated dud. It starts to drag a little with the introduction of America's Top Model but by that point I had to find out the ending. The main character was a little too versatile for my tastes, but maybe reality TV watchers have a knack for slipping into their favorite shows that I don't know about. My biggest regret about the whole experience was that I couldn't curl up under the covers with my iMac. Online novels are a pain in the eyes, but this one is worth a look.
Don't believe me? Ask Clare.
Cruisin' I-60-- Dotopian review and promotion
If you look at the DVD cover and Amy Smart you might think Road Trip. If you look at the rest of the cast you might think Back to the Future (same writer). If you combined the two, Interstate 60 is about what you'd get. It's perfect if you're looking for a comedy that's not too brainy, but has a some quaint social commentary, some great wisdom, "It's inevitable if it happened", and Michael J. Fox, not to mention a few laughs, a couple of surprises, and a happy but predictable ending. Go ahead, take a little trip on I-60 with the top down.
If you look at the DVD cover and Amy Smart you might think Road Trip. If you look at the rest of the cast you might think Back to the Future (same writer). If you combined the two, Interstate 60 is about what you'd get. It's perfect if you're looking for a comedy that's not too brainy, but has a some quaint social commentary, some great wisdom, "It's inevitable if it happened", and Michael J. Fox, not to mention a few laughs, a couple of surprises, and a happy but predictable ending. Go ahead, take a little trip on I-60 with the top down.
Saturday, December 20, 2003
Holiday Oddities
Oddity 1: I made it to the dance floor at the work holiday party yesterday. My Electric Slide went pretty well, but then they asked for some "right foot; left foot; crossover, crossover" jig and it wasn't working for me. A very large woman who had been instructing me became displeased with my performance and began to grab the back of my pants/belt and move me to where I needed to be next. I like a little help, but usually prefer it to stay off my rear end. Intimidated and uncomfortable, I left the dance floor.
Oddity 2: In a bold gesture the party planning committee decided monetary door prizes was the best way to get people to stay for the whole party. Because we had to be present to win, we spent the last 45 minutes to an hour grumbling, "Where's my money?" Holiday spirit out the wazoo.
Oddity 3: DJ peanuthead (not his real hip hop handle) kept calling for all the fellas to get out on the dance floor. I'm not sure he realized that we made up only 25% of his audience. Even if we had all poured onto the dance floor he would still be wondering where we were.
Oddity 4: Never before have I so hoped that a movie would end and yet not ever end. Thank you Peter Jackson.
Sorry tushie.
Oddity 5: Odd is the new word and there are new numbers, but always odd.
Always odd.
Oddity 1: I made it to the dance floor at the work holiday party yesterday. My Electric Slide went pretty well, but then they asked for some "right foot; left foot; crossover, crossover" jig and it wasn't working for me. A very large woman who had been instructing me became displeased with my performance and began to grab the back of my pants/belt and move me to where I needed to be next. I like a little help, but usually prefer it to stay off my rear end. Intimidated and uncomfortable, I left the dance floor.
Oddity 2: In a bold gesture the party planning committee decided monetary door prizes was the best way to get people to stay for the whole party. Because we had to be present to win, we spent the last 45 minutes to an hour grumbling, "Where's my money?" Holiday spirit out the wazoo.
Oddity 3: DJ peanuthead (not his real hip hop handle) kept calling for all the fellas to get out on the dance floor. I'm not sure he realized that we made up only 25% of his audience. Even if we had all poured onto the dance floor he would still be wondering where we were.
Oddity 4: Never before have I so hoped that a movie would end and yet not ever end. Thank you Peter Jackson.
Sorry tushie.
Oddity 5: Odd is the new word and there are new numbers, but always odd.
Always odd.
Thursday, December 18, 2003
E a O 's
Of the 1 restaurants where my sister lives, the interesting ones are listed.
No wonder tourism is so H-O-T.
Of the 1 restaurants where my sister lives, the interesting ones are listed.
No wonder tourism is so H-O-T.
If I was a freak show,
I wouldn't sell many tickets.
Little oddities I have noticed today:
*Generally, I loathe myself on the first 3/4 of my commute home. We're talking all-out "you've never done anything right in your life" loathing. And then it disappears- just like that.
*There may be no such thing as a free lunch, but the three I haven't paid for this week sure were nice.
*It's not my fault. It's the beautiful women.
*Jealousy is an icky pointless emotion as far as I can tell.
I wouldn't sell many tickets.
Little oddities I have noticed today:
*Generally, I loathe myself on the first 3/4 of my commute home. We're talking all-out "you've never done anything right in your life" loathing. And then it disappears- just like that.
*There may be no such thing as a free lunch, but the three I haven't paid for this week sure were nice.
*It's not my fault. It's the beautiful women.
*Jealousy is an icky pointless emotion as far as I can tell.
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
Good night Ladies
is the other song I know, but here's Bile Dem Cabbage Down.
Have a listen!
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is the other song I know, but here's Bile Dem Cabbage Down.
Have a listen!
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Look Mom! Sound!
It's either very important or not important at all
I was happy, but lonely until I got to making my daily blog rounds. Now I'm sorry and reflective. Maybe it doesn't matter what I think, but blog family, DC family, family family, and even the nonreaders, you should all know that I feel very lucky that you're MY FAMILY.
I was happy, but lonely until I got to making my daily blog rounds. Now I'm sorry and reflective. Maybe it doesn't matter what I think, but blog family, DC family, family family, and even the nonreaders, you should all know that I feel very lucky that you're MY FAMILY.
Monday, December 15, 2003
Sunday, December 14, 2003
Merry FAKE Christmas
It's what Christmas is all about, minus the religion...
Last night and today, I had the joy of attending a very merry FAKE Christmas. It included food,
holiday cookies, board games, my DC family and lots of frankincense. I lied-- there was no frankincense. However, there was snow and Christmas songs. We got to sing "I'm dreaming of a white FAKE Christmas". And our dream came true! We also got to sing "I'm dreaming of a Dirty Christmas", but that's a story for another time.
Last night we all cuddled up on the floor to watch "Coupling" as Christmas tradition dictates. Then we fell asleep at 3 in the morning and hoped that the sugar plums dancing would not prevent Santa's arrival. I don't remember exactly how slumber parties and Christmas go together, but I'm sure that even Santa has to sleep.
Lucky for us, Santa did come. He skipped munching on the cookies and I think maybe he brought us bagels and oranges. He didn't cut the oranges though, Rob had to do that. Santa also made us coffee, but it was a bad batch.
Then we opened presents. FAKE Christmas ended, and the children were joyful.
It's what Christmas is all about, minus the religion...
Last night and today, I had the joy of attending a very merry FAKE Christmas. It included food,
holiday cookies, board games, my DC family and lots of frankincense. I lied-- there was no frankincense. However, there was snow and Christmas songs. We got to sing "I'm dreaming of a white FAKE Christmas". And our dream came true! We also got to sing "I'm dreaming of a Dirty Christmas", but that's a story for another time.
Last night we all cuddled up on the floor to watch "Coupling" as Christmas tradition dictates. Then we fell asleep at 3 in the morning and hoped that the sugar plums dancing would not prevent Santa's arrival. I don't remember exactly how slumber parties and Christmas go together, but I'm sure that even Santa has to sleep.
Lucky for us, Santa did come. He skipped munching on the cookies and I think maybe he brought us bagels and oranges. He didn't cut the oranges though, Rob had to do that. Santa also made us coffee, but it was a bad batch.
Then we opened presents. FAKE Christmas ended, and the children were joyful.
Saturday, December 13, 2003
Now there's no reason to ever leave the computer
Ultimate-the computer game.
(It's tough, but not nearly as satisfying.)
Ultimate-the computer game.
(It's tough, but not nearly as satisfying.)
The Amazing 5th Wheel
I found myself feeling remarkably like a fifth wheel last night. Let me state perfectly clearly: "The 5th wheel for me is a very lovely wheel." It means that I am hanging out with four of my fabulous friends. The funny thing about last night was that I wasn't with two couples. I'm very comfortable as a fifth wheel and last night was no different. It surprised me, but I was almost relieved to fall into that role. Odd.
His Majesty awaits his food
I have never had as many managers and waiters speak to me as I did eating at the Austin Grill. I got the wrong order and sent it back to the kitchen. I wasn't even hungry and not the least bit worried about it as my friends began to eat their meals. I had really come to hear the live music. A manager came over and he addressed the table, but he seemed to be looking at me. "It'll be out shortly," he said looking at me. I couldn't figure out why he seemed to be focusing on me. How did he know that I had asked my friends to come to his restaurant. Then as he left I realized he meant my food would be out shortly, not the music.
My food wasn't out shortly, but I didn't care. The Austin Grill cared. Another manager came over and said, "Where's your food?" and then scurried off to take care of it. The first manager soon returned and looked at me horrified. I joked, "It was great. I ate it really fast." He said shaking his head, "I'm sorry. I'll go check on your meal."
Most of the table finished their plates when a waitress arrived with my order. After a single bite that I hadn't chewed, she said, "Is it good?" It had barely had time to hit my taste buds, but I said "yes." It was good. The Austin Special may be the best meal the grill serves.
We listened to Elizabeth McQueen play her live music and I ate. Then I took a bathroom break and when I returned we had lots of free desserts. When the bill came my meal was on the house. Three more people apologized.
Delightful. I think I'm going to get the wrong order every time.
I found myself feeling remarkably like a fifth wheel last night. Let me state perfectly clearly: "The 5th wheel for me is a very lovely wheel." It means that I am hanging out with four of my fabulous friends. The funny thing about last night was that I wasn't with two couples. I'm very comfortable as a fifth wheel and last night was no different. It surprised me, but I was almost relieved to fall into that role. Odd.
His Majesty awaits his food
I have never had as many managers and waiters speak to me as I did eating at the Austin Grill. I got the wrong order and sent it back to the kitchen. I wasn't even hungry and not the least bit worried about it as my friends began to eat their meals. I had really come to hear the live music. A manager came over and he addressed the table, but he seemed to be looking at me. "It'll be out shortly," he said looking at me. I couldn't figure out why he seemed to be focusing on me. How did he know that I had asked my friends to come to his restaurant. Then as he left I realized he meant my food would be out shortly, not the music.
My food wasn't out shortly, but I didn't care. The Austin Grill cared. Another manager came over and said, "Where's your food?" and then scurried off to take care of it. The first manager soon returned and looked at me horrified. I joked, "It was great. I ate it really fast." He said shaking his head, "I'm sorry. I'll go check on your meal."
Most of the table finished their plates when a waitress arrived with my order. After a single bite that I hadn't chewed, she said, "Is it good?" It had barely had time to hit my taste buds, but I said "yes." It was good. The Austin Special may be the best meal the grill serves.
We listened to Elizabeth McQueen play her live music and I ate. Then I took a bathroom break and when I returned we had lots of free desserts. When the bill came my meal was on the house. Three more people apologized.
Delightful. I think I'm going to get the wrong order every time.
Friday, December 12, 2003
Like the magnet?
Attraction is a funny little concept, isn't it? I use some form of it quite often. I saw an attractive woman on the Metro. That's an attractive little car. That movie star is the most attractive of all. What am I really saying? I'm not drawn to the woman on the Metro. I don't feel a pull toward the little car. I do not press my lips against the movie screen (lest they kick me out).
Then when I suddenly feel that tug at my innards like someone is trying to pull them through my rib cage, I remember what attraction is. My friend Rodger always used to argue with me about attractive people. I think what he was trying to say was that calling someone "attractive" isn't the same as calling them "pretty" or "cute" or even "dead sexy"; calling someone attractive is saying that you feel that pull on your innards. It's saying that this person has their own little gravity. It's more like a magnet and less like an adjective.
Attraction is a funny little concept, isn't it? I use some form of it quite often. I saw an attractive woman on the Metro. That's an attractive little car. That movie star is the most attractive of all. What am I really saying? I'm not drawn to the woman on the Metro. I don't feel a pull toward the little car. I do not press my lips against the movie screen (lest they kick me out).
Then when I suddenly feel that tug at my innards like someone is trying to pull them through my rib cage, I remember what attraction is. My friend Rodger always used to argue with me about attractive people. I think what he was trying to say was that calling someone "attractive" isn't the same as calling them "pretty" or "cute" or even "dead sexy"; calling someone attractive is saying that you feel that pull on your innards. It's saying that this person has their own little gravity. It's more like a magnet and less like an adjective.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Everybody needs a mantra for a pillow
Today when "they" came at me with work-related requests that I didn't want to hear I said, "But I saw dolphins from my hotel window." This stems largely from the fact that I saw dolphins from my hotel window.
Keep your receipts
I bought Christmas Gifts that may not be "up to snuff". In a noble display of character, I did buy things that I thought people would want, rather than things I would want if I had the same taste in stuff, even though I resided in their bodies.
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful
Please.
It's my parents fault.
Today when "they" came at me with work-related requests that I didn't want to hear I said, "But I saw dolphins from my hotel window." This stems largely from the fact that I saw dolphins from my hotel window.
Keep your receipts
I bought Christmas Gifts that may not be "up to snuff". In a noble display of character, I did buy things that I thought people would want, rather than things I would want if I had the same taste in stuff, even though I resided in their bodies.
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful
Please.
It's my parents fault.
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Friday, December 05, 2003
Thursday, December 04, 2003
Such great heights
is not only the song stuck in my head, but currently, my favorite song. I am as of yet undecided if I like "the postal service" version or the "iron and wine" version better. Having two versions of a favorite song at the same time on the same CD is wonderous. This must be how people felt when they combinded peanut butter and jelly. And I owe it all to the housemate I hardly see- The Sandwich, not to be confused with peanut butter and jelly.
is not only the song stuck in my head, but currently, my favorite song. I am as of yet undecided if I like "the postal service" version or the "iron and wine" version better. Having two versions of a favorite song at the same time on the same CD is wonderous. This must be how people felt when they combinded peanut butter and jelly. And I owe it all to the housemate I hardly see- The Sandwich, not to be confused with peanut butter and jelly.
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
Baby, it's cold outside
If this were the winter of '96, and my buddy Borman lived up the street, this is what you might hear on an after-school phone call.
M: Hello?
D: Hey. It's freakin' freezing. Are we running today?
M: whal, I dunno...
D: Come on.
M: (whiney) but it's cold.
D: So? We want to be good, right? Let's go.
M: I don't know.
(Silence)
M: 10 minutes.
D: See you out there.
Instead it's the winter of '03, and this is the after-work discussion in my head.
D: I should run today.
Mr. Negativity: Why?
D: It's good for me.
MN: So?
D: Um.
MN: It's getting dark.
D: Yea.
MN: Run tomorrow.
D: Yea.
I'm much stronger against a real live Mr. Negativity.
If this were the winter of '96, and my buddy Borman lived up the street, this is what you might hear on an after-school phone call.
M: Hello?
D: Hey. It's freakin' freezing. Are we running today?
M: whal, I dunno...
D: Come on.
M: (whiney) but it's cold.
D: So? We want to be good, right? Let's go.
M: I don't know.
(Silence)
M: 10 minutes.
D: See you out there.
Instead it's the winter of '03, and this is the after-work discussion in my head.
D: I should run today.
Mr. Negativity: Why?
D: It's good for me.
MN: So?
D: Um.
MN: It's getting dark.
D: Yea.
MN: Run tomorrow.
D: Yea.
I'm much stronger against a real live Mr. Negativity.
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
Excitement levels
I am not the type of person that gets excited when you first tell me something. I need time to process it. Then slowly, almost like a leaky balloon I begin to let my excitement out.
So when you first ask me, "Are you excited that we're going skiing in 2 months?"
I say, "uh, yeah."
Then what you might not see is the slow leak. First, I replace the "Colorado" on my SKI2BHI bumper sticker with a very homemade "Wintergreen". Then, when I put my Christmas decorations up, 3 of the 5 ornaments are skiing related. When I go outside I smell the air and am a little disappointed when I don't smell snow. How long will I have to wait? And is it snowing in the hills of what Skiing is calling "the best ski resort in the South"? And what exactly does it mean to be the "best ski resort in the South"? Is that kind of like being "the classiest junkyard"?
Do not mistake those last two questions for lack of excitement. I'm a leaking balloon. pfffffffffffff...
I am not the type of person that gets excited when you first tell me something. I need time to process it. Then slowly, almost like a leaky balloon I begin to let my excitement out.
So when you first ask me, "Are you excited that we're going skiing in 2 months?"
I say, "uh, yeah."
Then what you might not see is the slow leak. First, I replace the "Colorado" on my SKI2BHI bumper sticker with a very homemade "Wintergreen". Then, when I put my Christmas decorations up, 3 of the 5 ornaments are skiing related. When I go outside I smell the air and am a little disappointed when I don't smell snow. How long will I have to wait? And is it snowing in the hills of what Skiing is calling "the best ski resort in the South"? And what exactly does it mean to be the "best ski resort in the South"? Is that kind of like being "the classiest junkyard"?
Do not mistake those last two questions for lack of excitement. I'm a leaking balloon. pfffffffffffff...
Monday, December 01, 2003
Kansas City here I come
I just got back to the District, I know. However, I am now excited about the 27th of December. On that day I will get to meet the new son of Brian and Amanda. I've been friends with Brian since third grade. We created Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle animations using BASIC on an Apple II E. We traded baseball cards. We played street football. We stayed up late. We got in fights. We played tackle Hide 'n' go seek. We talked about everything, as long as everything included sports. We walked to school together. We played video games together. We wrote, produced and starred in a short movie. We went to high school. We went skiing. We imagined a fantasy ski resort called, "Davidsucks" We made different friends. We saw each other less. I ran fast, he hit homeruns. We still talked about everything. We watched football on TV. He got a girlfriend. I went to college. He hit more homeruns. I hurt everything you could hurt below my waist. We played poker with his friends that adopted me when I was home. He came to college. He lived clear on the other side of campus. I had new friends. He made new friends. He was a genius. Once and a while we would meet for a meal. We'd talk about everything. He transferred. He found God. I stayed.
Once a month, once every two months, I'd hear from him. We'd see each other in KC or stop by one campus or the other. We could still talk about everything, but we didn't have to. Now we could talk about anything. I graduated. I didn't get a job. He tried to talk some sense into me. He fell in love. I got a job. He graduated. He had an engagement party. I met his friends. They ruled. He got married. It was beautiful in every sense of the word. He moved to Florida. I wandered about. I moved to DC. I knew he was around. He encouraged me when I was down to the last dimes. I stayed in DC with a job. He had a kid. He disappeared. He reappeared. He is the best.
I just got back to the District, I know. However, I am now excited about the 27th of December. On that day I will get to meet the new son of Brian and Amanda. I've been friends with Brian since third grade. We created Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle animations using BASIC on an Apple II E. We traded baseball cards. We played street football. We stayed up late. We got in fights. We played tackle Hide 'n' go seek. We talked about everything, as long as everything included sports. We walked to school together. We played video games together. We wrote, produced and starred in a short movie. We went to high school. We went skiing. We imagined a fantasy ski resort called, "Davidsucks" We made different friends. We saw each other less. I ran fast, he hit homeruns. We still talked about everything. We watched football on TV. He got a girlfriend. I went to college. He hit more homeruns. I hurt everything you could hurt below my waist. We played poker with his friends that adopted me when I was home. He came to college. He lived clear on the other side of campus. I had new friends. He made new friends. He was a genius. Once and a while we would meet for a meal. We'd talk about everything. He transferred. He found God. I stayed.
Once a month, once every two months, I'd hear from him. We'd see each other in KC or stop by one campus or the other. We could still talk about everything, but we didn't have to. Now we could talk about anything. I graduated. I didn't get a job. He tried to talk some sense into me. He fell in love. I got a job. He graduated. He had an engagement party. I met his friends. They ruled. He got married. It was beautiful in every sense of the word. He moved to Florida. I wandered about. I moved to DC. I knew he was around. He encouraged me when I was down to the last dimes. I stayed in DC with a job. He had a kid. He disappeared. He reappeared. He is the best.
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