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.

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.

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

Tito Tonto Toronto

Yes, as a matter of fact, I have been up all night eating cheese.

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.