Ping Island
I picked Sarah up from the airport on Saturday. I bought us Sawatdee, then I watched The Devil Wears Prada while she slept, first on my shoulder, then in her bed. It was nice to have her home, even asleep.
I picked Sarah up from the airport on Saturday. I bought us Sawatdee, then I watched The Devil Wears Prada while she slept, first on my shoulder, then in her bed. It was nice to have her home, even asleep.
Lisa in in Hawaii right now, leaving just the boys behind to mind the house. Stan, Noah, and I are planning on spending tomorrow night drinking beers and watching sports on the TV while sitting on the couch in boxers and wife beater t–shirts. I fully expect that by next Wednesday we will be roasting whole chickens over an open fire in the middle of the living room while wearing naught but loincloths and war paint.
I can’t watch an hour long video at work. I just can’t do it. Instead, I will post it so that I can watch it when I get home.
It’s the BBC. It’s Tetris. I’m considering leaving right now so that I can watch it when I get home
(video after the jump — the cut)
Every day I shop at the Gopher Express convenience store in the basement of Coffman (where I work). Since Minnesota has a dearth of fountains, and in the winter they tend to be empty, I came up with a new superstitious activity: I make a wish every time I throw a penny in the “Need a Penny Take a Penny Have a Penny Leave a Penny” dish. Some days I throw three or four in and make a different wish each time.
It’s an effective barometer and predicts my emotional weather. I won’t tell you what I actually wish for, because then it won’t come true (just because I don’t believe in the supernatural doesn’t mean that I’m not superstitious), but you should totally tell me what you wish for, because I am nosy, and if you tell me, I might just grant your wish.
Last week Zach stumbled upon 8 bit peoples. On that site they have collected the best bleeping music ever. Ever ever. You want your SID chips, Coleco sounds, Nintendo breakbeats? You got ‘em.
I am nerd, hear me bleep.
Over the weekend, Zach downloaded 1.4 gigabytes of bleeping. Cue worktime freakout dance moves.
I think that my desktop computer is having hard drive issues. If you’re keeping track, this has happened about a million billion times over the last year.
Maybe I will be lucky, and it will just be memory or processor issues.
Cross your fingers!
Remember the Walt Mink concert at the Triple Rock last year? Still arguably one of the best concerts I’ve ever attended — and what a stroke of synchronicity:I randomly went to the Walt Mink site to look up some lyrics and saw that the tickets were on sale. Only a day or two later the tickets were all gone.
In any case, the first rough cut of any concert footage has been posted to Youtube by Chris Butler. If you’re curious, I’m in it, standing near the stage.
Walt Mink: Stood Up
Everything from last year is gone from your heart. I promise.
No, not at all.
Hooray for tequila!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!
I’m elevens for alcohol. ELEVENS.
Sarah might find a way to call me from Gatwick in a moment. I’m still awake, perhaps waiting patiently for the chance that she would call. I’ve been reading about magic wielding pirates until my eyes burned. I saw a friend’s band play. Home again, I drank free beer and inhaled the sweet air of television — but there has been no real escape from that twisting in my chest. All day it seemed like she wasn’t really leaving. All week I just went to work and spent my off hours with her like we had months before she would wing away.
It just didn’t sink in until I was almost to my car — or maybe when I was watching her in line with her passport and boarding pass in hand. Just ten feet, but thousands of miles.
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