Thursday, December 15, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Twenty Four Hour Sushi Showdown
Sadly, this post is not about sushi. Or is it? Or rather, should it be? Perhaps all things should be about sushi. Especially after one has recently shoveled some of the best damn sushi down their mouth. That one being me.
Anyway. I started writing for the smew and something of mine should show up soon. I shall inform the world when it does.
I have nothing much else to report, not that this is a report, not that anyone is expecting a report, nor is it necessary to have a report.
I have nothing much else to report, not that this is a report, not that anyone is expecting a report, nor is it necessary to have a report.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Twenty Four Ounce Per Hour Per Pounce
Themes for today:
To-do lists.
One of my to-do lists has "write to-do list" on it. On a separate list is "write blog about to-do lists". Or, it will say this, so I can scratch it off. I might water my plants and then write "water plants" on the list in order to scratch it off. It's one of those temporal challenged to-do lists that is only created as things are done. Time and tense have no real meaning when it comes to to-done lists and the like.
I had a dream where I was trying to cross off items on such a list. I was mostly having a difficult time reading it. I can and have read things in my dreams, as well as reading and entering numbers. There have been several dream scenes where I am dialing and messing up every time. I concentrate and push the numbers carefully, but I keep getting it wrong. Before the frustration gets too severe, I realize that I might be dreaming, and the call is placed. Or, in most cases, the "text" is sent. When I wake up, I am at the edge of panic as I fear I must have been sleep-texting all night. But I wasn't. It hasn't happened yet where I am actually calling or texting someone in my sleep. Which is kind of disappointing.
I've had a dream about writing a to-do list. It was one of those dreams where I'm watching the scene instead of participating in it. I knew there were some really big and awesome things on that dream-to-do list, but I couldn't see them exactly. I knew some things were crossed off. Big things. Like Magna Carta big. But my head was in the way and I never did figure it out. Also disappointing.
They tell me it's November. The grass is getting greener, so it must be.
To-do lists.
One of my to-do lists has "write to-do list" on it. On a separate list is "write blog about to-do lists". Or, it will say this, so I can scratch it off. I might water my plants and then write "water plants" on the list in order to scratch it off. It's one of those temporal challenged to-do lists that is only created as things are done. Time and tense have no real meaning when it comes to to-done lists and the like.
I had a dream where I was trying to cross off items on such a list. I was mostly having a difficult time reading it. I can and have read things in my dreams, as well as reading and entering numbers. There have been several dream scenes where I am dialing and messing up every time. I concentrate and push the numbers carefully, but I keep getting it wrong. Before the frustration gets too severe, I realize that I might be dreaming, and the call is placed. Or, in most cases, the "text" is sent. When I wake up, I am at the edge of panic as I fear I must have been sleep-texting all night. But I wasn't. It hasn't happened yet where I am actually calling or texting someone in my sleep. Which is kind of disappointing.
I've had a dream about writing a to-do list. It was one of those dreams where I'm watching the scene instead of participating in it. I knew there were some really big and awesome things on that dream-to-do list, but I couldn't see them exactly. I knew some things were crossed off. Big things. Like Magna Carta big. But my head was in the way and I never did figure it out. Also disappointing.
They tell me it's November. The grass is getting greener, so it must be.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
The Underwood Typewriter Sits Above Wood and Doesn't Type
There's a bloated ball near my brain, behind my nose, but not to the point where I can actually blow it out. I've used a roll of toilet paper to try. And a box of pseudo sudafed. (Which isn't that clever-- the "pseudo" part, as that's where sudafed actually gets its name. It's a pseudo version of ephedrine. Or is it?)
ADMIN WARNING: YOU ARE CLOSE TO YOUR ALLOTTED USE OF THE WORD "PSEUDO." PROCEED WITH CAUTION
So despite taking the fake version of the brand Sudafed-decongestant-ephedrine-wanna-be, I am still stuffed up somehow. It's the confusing stuffed up. Can't breathe that well through the nose, but also can no longer make "productive" piles of Kleenex (brand tissues.) When I put "productive" in quotes like that, it really does make it gross.
Anyway, the theme for this day: I don't really, exactly, know how "toilet water" used to be used in a sentence. How it should be used, or was used, I'm sure it has something to do with the French... but whatever its originally meaning, regardless if it used to mean perfume, or something to do with cologne-- it makes me laugh when I hear it used. Stop using it. C'mon people. Unless you mean the water in the actual toilet.
ADMIN WARNING: YOU ARE CLOSE TO YOUR ALLOTTED USE OF THE WORD "PSEUDO." PROCEED WITH CAUTION
So despite taking the fake version of the brand Sudafed-decongestant-ephedrine-wanna-be, I am still stuffed up somehow. It's the confusing stuffed up. Can't breathe that well through the nose, but also can no longer make "productive" piles of Kleenex (brand tissues.) When I put "productive" in quotes like that, it really does make it gross.
Anyway, the theme for this day: I don't really, exactly, know how "toilet water" used to be used in a sentence. How it should be used, or was used, I'm sure it has something to do with the French... but whatever its originally meaning, regardless if it used to mean perfume, or something to do with cologne-- it makes me laugh when I hear it used. Stop using it. C'mon people. Unless you mean the water in the actual toilet.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Commence Comment Commitment
Theme for the day: one of those everyday themes that I will say is a daily theme just about every day.
Every get to that point where the coffee at home becomes too much like home-coffee? And it becomes necessary to get other coffee elsewheres? Away coffee. (Really I just like to talk, think, write about coffee.)
When home-coffee is too chalky, and you start coughing all colicky, and then you crave a cup crafted from the other side of town, when the home-coffee is crappy, your mind is cluttered, but crafty, that's when Away-coffee must be found.
Every get to that point where the coffee at home becomes too much like home-coffee? And it becomes necessary to get other coffee elsewheres? Away coffee. (Really I just like to talk, think, write about coffee.)
When home-coffee is too chalky, and you start coughing all colicky, and then you crave a cup crafted from the other side of town, when the home-coffee is crappy, your mind is cluttered, but crafty, that's when Away-coffee must be found.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
If you google Gogol with goggles...
Most of my plants are mostly alive. That is to say, they are not dead, but they certainly don't look happy. Well, one looks happy. That's the one I water. I water it because it looks happy. I know this sort of thinking, this illogical loop, is backwards, but if there is such a thing as a backwards logical loop, I'd like to think about it. Because then maybe I could go back in time and water all my plants.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
"Beaver Nation" is where I live. Truth.
Hey, what was that from?
What?
What you just said.
What do you mean? Which part?
You know the clever, funny part.
What about it?
Where's it from? What movie, or show, or book.
It's from me.
What's that? Is that on Lifetime?
No. It's just from me.
Oh.
What?
What you just said.
What do you mean? Which part?
You know the clever, funny part.
What about it?
Where's it from? What movie, or show, or book.
It's from me.
What's that? Is that on Lifetime?
No. It's just from me.
Oh.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Adjust This, Just This, This Justice
Even though I dislike opening anything with anything that comes close to weather, unless it's something about weather, and weather is used a metaphor, or some repeating sound, whether it's done well or clever, or whatever, I find myself staring out at all this weather, this rain. I don't mind it. Not usually. Through the large windows, the view is slightly distorted. And wet. Like a TV channel that doesn’t quite come in all the way; contorted banal images of parked cars and that brick building are all I see. I admit, it would be a pretty boring channel even if it did come in clear.
The latest efforts have stalled and I'm not sure why. The typing, that sound, like rain, is a rare sound. But I crave it. And all these commas, like little drops on the page, little moments where I stare up, look out, are stilting this. Words on stilts, tilting. Whatever this is. A free write of sorts. Sort of. Regardless of word counts, or lack of, and despite avoiding thoughts of homes for sale, and home, and in spite of the weather, this rain, today was a good day.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Random Studies on the Capital Principal of Capitol Principles
Twenty Seven Musings For the Day:
1. Musings can be the same as themes.They can also be titles and beginnings.
2. The theme of lists is amusing.
3. A muse can be a geometric shape.
4. Shapeless brownies don't exist. Or do they?
5. I know it's only logical that when the sun is out it's warmer, but that doesn't stop me from asking why it's not warm out.
6. The sun isn't that logical. I mean, when you think about it.
7. Thinking directly about the sun may cause something to burn out.
8. The sun will eventually burn out. I don't need a billboard to tell me that. It will happen.
9. Too much sun makes brownies melt into shapeless piles in my bag.
10. Don't leave brownies in your bag.
11. Some items on some numbered lists aren't musings or themes, but reflections and directions.
12. The formal you is "you."
13. "Thou" was the familiar, informal "you."
14. Thou shalt not make a list in attempt to be clever.
15. If thou shall try, thou shall probably fail.
16. Shit, there's like eleven more to go.
17. Okay, I tend to type faster when I have too much coffee.
18. "Too much coffee" usually means I have to pee.
19. Thou shalt not make rhymes with "pee."
20. Ray Lewis, who may or may not have killed someone, has warned the world that if there is no NFL season this year, there will be more crime. I'm not sure if that's a threat, but I suspect it is.
21. I don't know what Ray Lewis has against me.
22. Are they saying, "Boo?" or "Boo-urns"?
23.When one gets one's word count in for the day, things like lists tend to sprout.
24. Only need a few more.
25. Shit, look at that, only two more to go.
26. Okay, clearly these musing ran out of steam long ago.
27. A long time ago, once upon a time, in the beginning, it was a cold and stormy night. (See number one.)
1. Musings can be the same as themes.They can also be titles and beginnings.
2. The theme of lists is amusing.
3. A muse can be a geometric shape.
4. Shapeless brownies don't exist. Or do they?
5. I know it's only logical that when the sun is out it's warmer, but that doesn't stop me from asking why it's not warm out.
6. The sun isn't that logical. I mean, when you think about it.
7. Thinking directly about the sun may cause something to burn out.
8. The sun will eventually burn out. I don't need a billboard to tell me that. It will happen.
9. Too much sun makes brownies melt into shapeless piles in my bag.
10. Don't leave brownies in your bag.
11. Some items on some numbered lists aren't musings or themes, but reflections and directions.
12. The formal you is "you."
13. "Thou" was the familiar, informal "you."
14. Thou shalt not make a list in attempt to be clever.
15. If thou shall try, thou shall probably fail.
16. Shit, there's like eleven more to go.
17. Okay, I tend to type faster when I have too much coffee.
18. "Too much coffee" usually means I have to pee.
19. Thou shalt not make rhymes with "pee."
20. Ray Lewis, who may or may not have killed someone, has warned the world that if there is no NFL season this year, there will be more crime. I'm not sure if that's a threat, but I suspect it is.
21. I don't know what Ray Lewis has against me.
22. Are they saying, "Boo?" or "Boo-urns"?
23.When one gets one's word count in for the day, things like lists tend to sprout.
24. Only need a few more.
25. Shit, look at that, only two more to go.
26. Okay, clearly these musing ran out of steam long ago.
27. A long time ago, once upon a time, in the beginning, it was a cold and stormy night. (See number one.)
Friday, May 6, 2011
Mean Jeans On Repeat...or A New Mix Is Brewing
Had my favorite IPA today, tonight, this day, this night. It beats out the Founders IPA just ever so slightly. I still miss Founders, of course, but it's tough to legit miss a building or a company, or a company within a building. So, in that, I actually miss aspects of Founders that have nothing to do with the structure or the business, necessarily-- other than it is a structure that holds/shelters other things that are legit things to miss. Like beers. Like people. Like talks with people over beers on porches. I miss porches in general. Most of my genius moments, the few I have had, have been on the porch. (There's some tense salad for you, "have had have").
Anyway. The theme for today, but not today, more like a theme for the past year or so-- three of my favorite bands have released new albums...the first two just might be my favorite album of said bands... the third I am downloading right now.
Okay. That is all.
Anyway. The theme for today, but not today, more like a theme for the past year or so-- three of my favorite bands have released new albums...the first two just might be my favorite album of said bands... the third I am downloading right now.
Okay. That is all.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
A Song of a Clash Game of a Tide Of Storm Crow King Thrones Feast
I was on a boat. It was true. Not a metaphorical boat, but a real one. Well, it was a house boat, so maybe "real" is relative. And relatively speaking, the discussion of relativity was a bit more than usual, but less than expected being under all those pinpricks of twinkling points. Lots of 'em. So many stars that the familiar patterns started to blur and become unrecognizable. Seems likes there's a metaphor in there somewhere, out there. Or maybe a lesson. Inverted lesson on the proportion of light to understanding. Something nerd-ish like that. I was also in Vegas. Not on a boat, but also surrounded by more lights than usual, and more blurring the edges of time, also more than usual. It was a moving TV that I couldn't fathom. I was actually in it. Not a TV show, but strangers, lights, drama (of sorts) short skirts and riff raff. And back-lot. Studio sets. New York, New York, but not New York, New York. And repeats. Oh yeah, and Brochachos galore. And if we extend the idea (or lack of) of light and metaphor, then I wonder what it means when I say "I got some sun." And in addition to that, but prior to "getting sun" I applied layer and layer of protection. Sunscreen. I'm not very bright, sometimes, but other times... well, bright enough. I didn't burn. Not that I'm aware of at least. Anyway. My mug is now frosted (not a metaphor) and the beer is ready. Gawna queue up some cartoons.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Blessed Stress Test Fest 2000
Themes for this day, today:
Are Subaru Outbacks made in Oregon? Are they made with trees? Is there some Oregon tax incentive to purchase one? Not a theme per se, but if the movie of Oregon were playing, the Outback would be some sort of motif.
Motif. Motive. Molotov.
Somewhere in that 3 am lull I had come up with something even more clever than the past perfect tense...but, I lost it. It had something to do with tractors.
Here's some things: this story, the latest called "Additional Results"
Here's some older ones:
"Level Up"
"The Magnus Effect"
"Wednesday's Truck"
It seems some of the places where the others were published are now defunct. Such is the life of the internets.
Speaking of stories, I will now dig some up and work on them.
Are Subaru Outbacks made in Oregon? Are they made with trees? Is there some Oregon tax incentive to purchase one? Not a theme per se, but if the movie of Oregon were playing, the Outback would be some sort of motif.
Motif. Motive. Molotov.
Somewhere in that 3 am lull I had come up with something even more clever than the past perfect tense...but, I lost it. It had something to do with tractors.
Here's some things: this story, the latest called "Additional Results"
Here's some older ones:
"Level Up"
"The Magnus Effect"
"Wednesday's Truck"
It seems some of the places where the others were published are now defunct. Such is the life of the internets.
Speaking of stories, I will now dig some up and work on them.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
More Bookmarks
Friday, April 1, 2011
My Brain is No Longer Wearing A Bra
Themes for this moment, this day, any day, every day... Repeat.
Just an FYI, ketchup and coffee cake are not good together. Stuffed and burger are great together. Stuffed food in general is a good idea, I think. Or maybe I'm joking, not sure. Pizza Hut has a pizza with a crust that is stuffed with a pizza. Meta pizza, think it's called.
Anyway.
Weather talk raining down all around me while I think of guacamole and salsa, non sequiturs and taquitos. Okay, not taquitos, not really.
I turned in the paperwork for a passport today. This probably wouldn't be big news for most, but for me who has had a difficult time with my ever elusive birth certificate, phobias of paperwork and forms, and general avoidance of places that always have long lines, this is a big step. Also, it's been on my yearly goals list for about thirteen years. So, yeah. GOAL, is what I'll say when it finally arrives. I'll probably use it to go to Canada or something. Nothing against Canada, per se, but it is the Faygo cola of countries.
Just an FYI, ketchup and coffee cake are not good together. Stuffed and burger are great together. Stuffed food in general is a good idea, I think. Or maybe I'm joking, not sure. Pizza Hut has a pizza with a crust that is stuffed with a pizza. Meta pizza, think it's called.
Anyway.
Weather talk raining down all around me while I think of guacamole and salsa, non sequiturs and taquitos. Okay, not taquitos, not really.
I turned in the paperwork for a passport today. This probably wouldn't be big news for most, but for me who has had a difficult time with my ever elusive birth certificate, phobias of paperwork and forms, and general avoidance of places that always have long lines, this is a big step. Also, it's been on my yearly goals list for about thirteen years. So, yeah. GOAL, is what I'll say when it finally arrives. I'll probably use it to go to Canada or something. Nothing against Canada, per se, but it is the Faygo cola of countries.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Donuts and Do Nots
This isn't a theme per se, but:
There was a point in time, in my life, where I realized that shows like The A-Team or Knight Rider or movies like Rocky 3 or Top Gun were supposed to be written for adults and not ten year old boys.
It is said, When everyone knows beauty is beauty, this is bad. Rocky 3 was beauty and we all know it.
Finally, how much turkey bacon is too much turkey bacon?
There was a point in time, in my life, where I realized that shows like The A-Team or Knight Rider or movies like Rocky 3 or Top Gun were supposed to be written for adults and not ten year old boys.
It is said, When everyone knows beauty is beauty, this is bad. Rocky 3 was beauty and we all know it.
Finally, how much turkey bacon is too much turkey bacon?
Monday, March 21, 2011
More Ice, Less Vanilla, Some Lime... Or Another Allusion To Gin and Tonic
Themes for this day:
Something about unimpeded harmony
or something
blunts the edges,
resolves the complication,
harmonizes the light...
Something like that.
Also: Bulk spices. Of them, I can't stop talking about. I have acquired spices I can't pronounce and can't wait to make some India-tastic wonders of edible joy.
Also: Them Ants do not like that we have declared independence and are trying covert operations back into the no-fly zone, or rather, the no-ant zone. This time, however, the Raid brand spray smells like lemon Pledge brand dusting spray. This is good because it no longer smells like a mechanic's garage in here every time I fly a few sorties. This is bad because Pledge stinks.
Anyway. It is true, times are hard for dreamers, but I still will.
Lastly, last.
Something about unimpeded harmony
or something
blunts the edges,
resolves the complication,
harmonizes the light...
Something like that.
Also: Bulk spices. Of them, I can't stop talking about. I have acquired spices I can't pronounce and can't wait to make some India-tastic wonders of edible joy.
Also: Them Ants do not like that we have declared independence and are trying covert operations back into the no-fly zone, or rather, the no-ant zone. This time, however, the Raid brand spray smells like lemon Pledge brand dusting spray. This is good because it no longer smells like a mechanic's garage in here every time I fly a few sorties. This is bad because Pledge stinks.
Anyway. It is true, times are hard for dreamers, but I still will.
Lastly, last.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Super Sonic Gin and Tonic
Themes for the day:
See title.
Also: naps, work, more mexican food, and making to-do lists which, by the way, was number one on my to-do list. A paradox of sorts, but that's how it goes sometimes.
Apparently the ants have just retreated, and I now see the folly in telling my plans to eradicate them. Their doom is near. So is my olfactory system and possibly the paint job in this apartment.
It's tough spending an entire week not-thinking. That's what I've been doing. Not contemplating the unraveling of plans that have been solidified in my mind for the past ten months, and questioning why I put so much stock, or faith, or assurance in said plans. I liked how this place felt like home, and I'm doing my best to hold on to that. So...In an unprecedented display, I will forgo the allusions and cryptic silliness that often takes hold of me when Picture of a Donkey Eating a Pineapple comes to mind, and just say what I've been saying. I did not get into grad school as I had planned, and now I'm not sure what to do about it. There, it's been said. Now, time to move on.Or at least vent about something new.
Originally this blog was to replace facebook as the one little means I had to connect to the virtual world. But, since I didn't bother telling too many people about it (read: none) I'm not sure it really connects with anything, other than me, perhaps. It's just words on a screen in yet another blog. For one reason or another, however, sometimes when no other words want to come out, or you've suddenly lost all confidence in those words, it's good to have something to type that has no criteria, no goals, (except to maybe crack a smile or roll some eyes now and then) and no reason for its existence. Thus.
Anyway. Gotta go work on my malaria defense.
See title.
Also: naps, work, more mexican food, and making to-do lists which, by the way, was number one on my to-do list. A paradox of sorts, but that's how it goes sometimes.
Apparently the ants have just retreated, and I now see the folly in telling my plans to eradicate them. Their doom is near. So is my olfactory system and possibly the paint job in this apartment.
It's tough spending an entire week not-thinking. That's what I've been doing. Not contemplating the unraveling of plans that have been solidified in my mind for the past ten months, and questioning why I put so much stock, or faith, or assurance in said plans. I liked how this place felt like home, and I'm doing my best to hold on to that. So...In an unprecedented display, I will forgo the allusions and cryptic silliness that often takes hold of me when Picture of a Donkey Eating a Pineapple comes to mind, and just say what I've been saying. I did not get into grad school as I had planned, and now I'm not sure what to do about it. There, it's been said. Now, time to move on.Or at least vent about something new.
Originally this blog was to replace facebook as the one little means I had to connect to the virtual world. But, since I didn't bother telling too many people about it (read: none) I'm not sure it really connects with anything, other than me, perhaps. It's just words on a screen in yet another blog. For one reason or another, however, sometimes when no other words want to come out, or you've suddenly lost all confidence in those words, it's good to have something to type that has no criteria, no goals, (except to maybe crack a smile or roll some eyes now and then) and no reason for its existence. Thus.
Anyway. Gotta go work on my malaria defense.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Shatter Proof is Not the Same as Shatner Proof
Been playing playlists loudly and wishing I was better at all the things I want to be better at, while thinking thoughts of those I love. And of repeats.
The sun was out today, slippery, but still bright and my favorite band has a new album out. So the day aint all that bad, I'd say.
Of course now I'm behind a screen, looking at how the keys--certain ones-- have some wear to them. The grease of fingers and thousands upon thousands of strokes, tips pushing out letters, and I wonder what harm can come from reaching and stretching.
Anyway. Everyone needs more Sam Elliot in their lives. Just sayin.
The sun was out today, slippery, but still bright and my favorite band has a new album out. So the day aint all that bad, I'd say.
Of course now I'm behind a screen, looking at how the keys--certain ones-- have some wear to them. The grease of fingers and thousands upon thousands of strokes, tips pushing out letters, and I wonder what harm can come from reaching and stretching.
Anyway. Everyone needs more Sam Elliot in their lives. Just sayin.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Hot Dogs and Red Wine
Themes: Need this to get that so that I can get this other thing which will enable me to fill out the form to get what I want.
No miffa for moi.
Today was also new pen day. Expect lots of quantum looking drawings in the back of the notebook. I find calm in watching ink applied to paper. Sometimes I make words with that ink, other times, boxes.
Not a good day today if you were an ant in my home. Or if you were mold. Or my nose.
No miffa for moi.
Today was also new pen day. Expect lots of quantum looking drawings in the back of the notebook. I find calm in watching ink applied to paper. Sometimes I make words with that ink, other times, boxes.
Not a good day today if you were an ant in my home. Or if you were mold. Or my nose.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Extra Side of Say Wha
Themes for this day:
Got the word. Didn't get into word school. Have to scramble and come up with a Plan B, only because there wasn't a Plan A, it was just called Plan. (My first step: Order several seasons of the Simpsons...)
Also, I like this not only for the usual reasons, but because you can tell John Stewart is borderline pissed-off while still trying to put a funny spin on it all.
Got the word. Didn't get into word school. Have to scramble and come up with a Plan B, only because there wasn't a Plan A, it was just called Plan. (My first step: Order several seasons of the Simpsons...)
Also, I like this not only for the usual reasons, but because you can tell John Stewart is borderline pissed-off while still trying to put a funny spin on it all.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Sunny Side Dupe
Themes for today:
Not waitlisted but still waiting, forever waiting, for word on words school. If no word today then I assume the word is don't bother waiting. Word.
What is organic plastic really? Is it like all natural diet soda? Or pre-made original copies of first annual, newly minted coin of some event, place, or old person, that has no monetary value?
Thought I saw blue sky today so I wore the pumas... there was still blue sky when I stepped out, but lots of rain. A very Oregon thing, these splotches of blue and unrain amidst the mist and rain. These shoes were not made for puddles and wearing two pairs of socks only means two pairs of wet socks.
Check email again. Check other blog again. Check phone again. The usuals. Repeat. No word starts to become words.
Not waitlisted but still waiting, forever waiting, for word on words school. If no word today then I assume the word is don't bother waiting. Word.
What is organic plastic really? Is it like all natural diet soda? Or pre-made original copies of first annual, newly minted coin of some event, place, or old person, that has no monetary value?
Thought I saw blue sky today so I wore the pumas... there was still blue sky when I stepped out, but lots of rain. A very Oregon thing, these splotches of blue and unrain amidst the mist and rain. These shoes were not made for puddles and wearing two pairs of socks only means two pairs of wet socks.
Check email again. Check other blog again. Check phone again. The usuals. Repeat. No word starts to become words.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Label This
Themes for the day:
Although there have been many victories, the ants cling to life and probably cling to something dead, thus...more raid is necessary-- for all. (That's a little pun-ish (or should it be pun-esque, maybe pun-like, pun-y) joke about the ants raiding the house and me using more of the ant killer made by the Raid brand.)
Today is a big day, see, I'm drinking coffee out of a DIFFERENT mug today. Huge. Well, the mug is normal size, but it's not my usual coffee mug, so, yeah. Also it will be nice if I get some big news today too. Big news AND different coffee mug.
How much turkey bacon is too much?
And I love the point in the morning were I have to decide whether I'm going to crawl back into bed or go run ten miles.
Although there have been many victories, the ants cling to life and probably cling to something dead, thus...more raid is necessary-- for all. (That's a little pun-ish (or should it be pun-esque, maybe pun-like, pun-y) joke about the ants raiding the house and me using more of the ant killer made by the Raid brand.)
Today is a big day, see, I'm drinking coffee out of a DIFFERENT mug today. Huge. Well, the mug is normal size, but it's not my usual coffee mug, so, yeah. Also it will be nice if I get some big news today too. Big news AND different coffee mug.
How much turkey bacon is too much?
And I love the point in the morning were I have to decide whether I'm going to crawl back into bed or go run ten miles.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Divide, Conquer, Repeat
Themes of the day, every day:
Too much coffee. Too much?
Too much soda. Soda? You mean, pop?
Wondering why someone, an adult, would repeatedly try to open a door that is locked at the restaurant.
Unable to see the "use other door" sign, or doesn't believe in signs?
Signs get no respect. None. They are written in the faceless voice of some far away authority that is clearly not talking to you.
Do the people that feed the ducks not see the sign that says "don't feed the ducks" or do they think they know better than some uppity sign whats best for ducks. Wonder Bread was made for ducks.
Does the phrase "excuse me" somehow mean something different this day and age and that's why no one says it when they clearly are engaging in behavior that probably needs to be excused? Is it the overwhelming idea of entitlement that each generation feels more and more... that the grocery aisle where the cereal is at is THEIR aisle, and it's their store and saying "excuse me" when cutting in front of me or nearly plowing me over isn't something they would even consider.
Is anyone else not surprised there is an Avatar porn?
Too much coffee. Too much?
Too much soda. Soda? You mean, pop?
Wondering why someone, an adult, would repeatedly try to open a door that is locked at the restaurant.
Unable to see the "use other door" sign, or doesn't believe in signs?
Signs get no respect. None. They are written in the faceless voice of some far away authority that is clearly not talking to you.
Do the people that feed the ducks not see the sign that says "don't feed the ducks" or do they think they know better than some uppity sign whats best for ducks. Wonder Bread was made for ducks.
Does the phrase "excuse me" somehow mean something different this day and age and that's why no one says it when they clearly are engaging in behavior that probably needs to be excused? Is it the overwhelming idea of entitlement that each generation feels more and more... that the grocery aisle where the cereal is at is THEIR aisle, and it's their store and saying "excuse me" when cutting in front of me or nearly plowing me over isn't something they would even consider.
Is anyone else not surprised there is an Avatar porn?
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