More fun than Mayonnaise... or at least equally fun... OK, it's less fun, but you're still reading...
More fun than Mayonnaise... or at least equally fun... OK, it's less fun, but you're still reading...
Quietly transfering mail for an even quieter faculty member, a high pitched scream reverbates through the 12th floor of my office complex. STEVE, HELP. I come running out, with a shoe-less colleague to find a book case falling on top of a pregnant faculty member. She and her husband are doing all they can to keep the bookcase from teetering harder than the town drunkerd. We help push the bookcase back against the wall and the adrenaline slowly wore off.
Later that day, I got a free pencil. I love how the universe rewards good deeds.
Sat 8/12, 8pm: Player
Sat 8/12, 10:30pm: Announcer
Sat 8/19, 8pm: Player
Sat 8/19, 10:30pm: Player
Thurs 8/24, 8pm: Announcer
when was the last time you got soap in your eye? it almost happened to me tonight. after the sudden rush of fear, i was over come with memories of tear-free johnson and johnson's shampoo. why did i ever switch? i don't think this conditioner stuff is doing that much for me.
Roomie just finished the bar exam... which means last night started a week of eating out, calling long-forgotten friends, watching movies, and relaxing on the sofa. Last night felt like a Friday. Too bad I had to work today. (cue sappy music as I kick the ground and say "awwwh shucks")
Unhinging the Press-and-Seal crinkles like a roll of fresh packing tape. I move to the kitchen because my roommate is trying to sleep for the bar exam in the bedroom next to mine. Suddenly, the packaging bursts open and I am overcome with the fragrance of graham cracker. It's actually butterier than graham crackers, but my nose never figures that out. I pour 2% chocolate milk into my cow coffee mug and walk back to my bedroom.
Admiring the matching "fork marks" on the cookie and chocolate it's hard to tell exactly what the proportions of chocolate to cookie will be. The words "coco leibniz" are etched in between dimples on the cookie. I take my first bite and am immediately amazed by the crunch of this sturdy bar. An initial sting of bitterness hits my tongue as the crisp chomps slowly melt into a rich wave of milk chocolate. I take a second bite and don't notice the bitterness, just the primordial dance of butterfats and cacao.
The bite mark reveals the cookie is 80% biscuit despite the balance of flavor with his oft overpowering brother, cacao. I take a drink to clear my palette and dunk the cookie. The biscuit is impenetrable by liquid and the crunching is only exacerbated by the suddenly cooled chocolate. Another sip of milk washes away the straggling shards of biscuit. With one sixth of the bar left, I take a big sip of milk and simultaneously crunch the bar as if Kellogg's had finally based a cereal off my input. The final bite was disappointing because I loved the bipolar change from bad cop crunch to the good cop salve of chocolate. Perhaps, this is why they are best eaten in pairs.
Why yes, there is stuff on my cat [.com]. What can one say when they come across this site? I am without words. My favorite was the cat-as-placemat.
attention straktopherians and citizens of bob: unauthorized collection of data.
denote your bigger starKRUSH: 1966 skippy peanut or contemporary mr.peanut?
i feel as though a posting is necessary, but i haven't done much that's blogworthy.... been mostly keeping to myself. our chimeny got swept yesterday. now we won't start fires while we aren't using our fireplace. roomie is studying hard for the bar next week. got rid of old books. threw out old boxes. reorganizing the office. excited for m. night shamalan's new movie. wish i had eaten more ice-cream. had forgotten how much i love summer thunderstorms. don't know what to do with monopoly money i keep finding as i clean.
The sun rises over the deep green hills of Southern Minnesota. The shadow of a loon silloettes the burgeoning red fireball and I turn my attention to comforting churn of white propellers. Each rotation drains another quarter penny out of the wallet of one foolish blog owner who just agreed to power his apartment with wind.
It's only $1/week, but part of me feels like I've been taken for a ride.
the week without reading is over and it was tough.
downside of the week: interesting people i missed emailing and fun blogmasters i missed interacting with.
upside: learned how frequently i went to cnn and other junk sites just as a way to pass time.
verdict: hope to use that junk time more efficiently.
(nothing to report about giving up tv. it was easy and i didn't miss it much)
Experiment One:
I am on a reading deprivation diet because my arteries have become clogged with transfatty cnn.coms and high cholestoral economist.coms. As a side-effect, I also won't be reading blog comments or your blogs.
Experiment Two:
A week of unfettered, unmoderated commental freedom.
In the comments section, introduce yourself to others (for real or fictitiously)... introduce yourself again how you really are... if you're having a bad day, write "i feel rotten" and don't sign your name.... if your bored, write what you'd love to be doing now.... start a story.... write a poem.... journal... relax... laugh.... live.... vent.... interact... just be you....
The only rules are: no profane comments, no junk comments (that goes for you too mr. junk commentor) and don't belittle other people's posts. What happens when people are given a blank virtual space to interact freely and safely? Please write. If you're stuck, write about these random internet people:
Are you ready for the graffiti of life?
Update 07.13.2006
Experiment one is tougher than I expected, and I find myself accidently reading quite often.
Experiment two is done and was a bust. Thanks to "not a muse" for playing along.
Now, in celebration of disstraktor's rabbit, I submit to the world internets, my very own duck-rabbit....
Today's Bonus Reading demonstrates what happens when Billy Collins and the duck-rabbit combine their creative forces...
Duck/Rabbit
The lamb may lie down with the lion,
But they will never be as close as this pair
Who share the very lines
Of their existence, whose overlapping is their raison d'etre
How strange and symbiotic the binds
That make one disappear
Whenever the other is spied.
Throw the duck a stare,
And the rabbit hops down his hole.
Give the rabbit the eye,
And the duck waddles off the folio.
Say, these could be our mascots, you and I--
I could look at you forever.
And never see the two of us together.
I made a friend pick between reading my blog and giving me his grill. Now I've got a charcoal weber sitting on my back stoop and I don't really know what to do with it. I'd love to make perfect burgers, but betting odds favor:
[a] burning down something taller than 6 feet
[b] food poisoning within 48 hours
[c] a spontaneous game of scrabble
What comes to mind when I write "tomatoes".... please write comments, stories, words, etc that come to mind with the word "tomato". There are no right answers, only people who follow directions and comment, and those who don't.
Shredding
I just shredded all of my savings account, checking account, credit card statements and receipts from before 2000. After compating it, shreddings fit nicely in a "tall kitchen" (10 gallon?) bag. One third of shredding snowman complete.
Tires
Road my bike to work after 18 months of talking about it. Took 2 minutes longer, wasn't sweaty when I arrived and could potentially save $7/week in gas. That's a free burrito!