Re-Adjustments
By The Author on Jun 5, 2009 | In Update | Send feedback »
Things are coming together, bit by bit. This means getting another server. This means server down-time. This should stop happening one of these days, you know?
Stabilizations
By The Author on Jun 2, 2009 | In Random Thoughts | Send feedback »
If only I could get paid to job hunt. I've gotten pretty good at it.
The Long Walk Home
By The Author on Jun 1, 2009 | In Conversations | Send feedback »
Total Stranger: "Hey man, what happened to the lady you were with?"
Me: "She's married, dude."
Total Stranger: "Damn! That's just not fair."
Daydreams of Innapropriate Lymerics
By The Author on May 23, 2009 | In Random Thoughts | Send feedback »
Sometimes I daydream about wormhole technology. I'd like to be able to sneak up behind someone from a hundred miles away. That would really freak them out.
"There's a little black spot on the sun today."
I've always liked that line, and I'll sometimes get it stuck in my head. It occurred to me today that it was a sign that your corneas are about to burn up.
"Underground" is getting more mainstream every day.
I'm jealous of people with lower self-images. They may be overcompensating, but at least they're able to compensate.
Most people look forward to meeting the woman of their dreams. I usually wake up in a cold sweat.
You can always tell the quality of a city by the people waiting at mass transit stops. I saw a girl waiting for the Streetcar today that was fucking gorgeous. I love this town.
The right playlist can make any menial task seem like an adventure. Try playing the Indiana Jones Theme while making a sandwich. It will be the most exciting sandwich ever.
I have yet to find a girl who will let me play the Superman Theme during sex. I don't see what the problem is.
Vegetarians could probably argue their point better if they weren't so protein deficient.
Rhymes make everything sound better:
There once was a man from Chicago,
who had the same curse as Iago.
Unsure of his place
green-eyed toward race,
Yesterday I came on your pillow.
On The Road: Somewhere in Central Oregon
By The Author on May 20, 2009 | In Conversations | Send feedback »
Him: Man, there's a lot of land out here.
Me: Yeah, it seems to go in all directions.
(pause)
Him: Asshole.
