My Sweetest Friend
Oh no. Oh no. So wrong.
“[Jesse]’s got a Haley Boner hair doll,” Zach said just now.
A: That’s not how you pronounce her name.
B: Zach is just jealous
I signed up for an apartment down on the edge of Steven’s Square. I hope that the building is haunted.
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“I’m glad you’re not Mormon,” Sarah said.
“That doesn’t mean that I don’t believe in polygamous marriages,” I replied.
“No, but it does reduce the likelihood.”
Fair enough.
I tell you what: I have no problem with the idea of a military. I’m fairly sure that we have a real need for a standing army, navy, marine corps, and unstoppable air power. That said, at 31, I think that I have spent plenty of time considering the possibilities of service, and so far the answer has been a simple “not for me.” Ain’t no thing: I like sleeping in and not being shot at. That’s just me.
I got an email from the Marines the other day, so I thought that I would share. We’ll see if they email back.
First of all, Saul of the Molemen is the worst television show about a geologist ever. Second, I can’t stop watching it. SO BAD.
A real public service announcement. Not safe for work, unless you work in a nut doctor’s office.
http://www.noticeyournuts.com/
I keep listening to various performances of the Super Mario Brothers theme music, and I keep hearing some weirdness. I decided to pull out a tracker and get the timing down right. I was sort of right about the internet notation being wrong. The time signature is 4:4 with a nice triplet in there. To notate it in step notation I had to use a 96 line block, with each beat encompassing 6 lines.
Last night I went over to hang out with Elise. She made vegetable omelets with loads of mushrooms and spinach, and I took a handful of pictures with my film and digital EOS bodies. It wasn’t quite the photo shoot that I had hoped for, since I’m itching to press the shutter button a few hundred times in a row. While I was there she made good on a promise of a present: she produced a photo magnet with printing and modge podge and everything while I was there. I said a million nice things about Sarah.
I feel awfully pretentious when I talk about art, but part of my goal in thinking and talking about it is to figure out the parts that are not stupid.
I was a Teamster, but would glad stand in solidarity with my AFSCME brothers and sisters. This ad features the most wonderful swearing I’ve heard in years. Not work safe, because I want you to get fired.
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