Not Dead, Just Busy

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Played Some Frisbee Golf Today, Finally

Between the greenhouse super heat and all my discs stuck in my broken down car in Greensburg, it’s been at least a month, maybe more since I’ve been out.

I had a good time playing today. My brother uses three discs now. I don’t know what’s up with that. I just don’t know where his head is at, crazy kid.

I stunk up the place until about the thirteenth hole.

Then I bought a new disc. It’s neon green for the fall. With leaves going, the orange disc’s days are numbered. It would probably work well in snow, too.

Now That My TV Has Died

I really want to watch it. Or I think somehow the cable is out and not the TV; I could put in a DVD and it would be magically healed. Boy, some survival Discovery, BBC or even a crap reality game show could go down great now. If my laptop was newer, I could watch a DVD there, but no, just the CD drive. I knew it was a mistake to upgrade the cable to save six dollars a month. If I hadn’t upgraded, I wouldn’t have turned on the damn thing for another month, thus extending its life. So much for new channel glee. To replace or not to replace.

TVs must die in threes. There were just two small ones in the hall of my building, one for the fourth and one for the third floor. Should have stolen one. Oh well.

Cool Kids and Coping

Someday I might come to terms with the fact that it's not that weird that I occasionally fall into the definition of cool kid. I never wanted (LIE!) I haven't wanted to be one for a long time and now look at me. And for being godless no less!

Thanks to Skepchick.

Somehow, atheism – just like homosexuality, which used to be considered shameful and something to hide – is now becoming hip, sophisticated, enlightened, even a badge of honor."

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Favorites

The Little Engine That Could has always been a favorite of mine. I heard about hobo nickels from the Areas of My Expertise by John Hodgman an incredibly funny book by a sometime Daily Show contributor and the PC on the Mac/PC commercials. The audio edition is not to be missed.

Well I didn't realize hobo nickels were real, but here's the combination:




There's a whole gallery of images. Trains seem to be common themes, go figure.

Hot Shit.

Wow, it is hot. I know there’s almost nothing original left to say about this. I sat down on my couch tonight at 10:30 and the surface was hotter than a freshly vacated chair. I started sweating the second the shower stopped and I didn’t stop till the A/C in my car kicked on.

If I move to Cleveland like somebody wants me to, I’ll pick a place that has a better balance of charm and amenities. My place tilts heavily towards charm. Since I never finished unpacking, I rarely entertain. All this charm is a little wasted on me right now.

My brain has swelled up and there’s a backlog of ideas waiting to get out. It’s total gridlock. There’s a half finished post of rage over the doctored Faith Hill Redbook cover released at Jezebel. There’s something about theme songs. Also, reflections on family and the true meaning of friendship after my big reunion trip. Some things too jammed up to articulate right now. It’s so bad, I’m cross posting this crap a couple places to take care of my perceived posting obligations.

Friends shouldn’t keep score. I can’t help it sometimes. I’m tired of doing things just because other people want me to do them. I think I have compartmentalized to a near-dangerous level. I wish/am frightened of the notion that there’s one person to be honest about everything with, no holding back, no sins of omission. Some of the things I haven’t told anybody are not for any special reason. Just habit, fear of lack of interest. Others are fear of judgment. That’s a biggie. I make this way bigger in my head than it is in life. But too many things that I’ve thought were no big deal were totally freaked over by other peeps. So the secrets continue and my jaw continues to deteriorate.

Ice Cream and Memory Holes

My Mom looked at me like I was crazy when I told her I didn’t want to try the ice cream I fetched her on Thursday. I gently reminded her of my lactose intolerance and she said, “Oh, that’s right, I forgot.” She’s said it a hundred times at least and probably will a thousand more.

This time I had a realization. I’m starting to forget there was a time when I enjoyed ice cream and seek it out, even.

I’ve known about the lactose thing for three or four years, but I began avoiding dairy awhile before that. My subconscious keeps way better track of these things than I do.

It was a milkshake on a beautiful day that was my light bulb. I was feeling great. I decided to celebrate by eating something that made me constantly check to make sure I wasn’t getting stabbed in the stomach. Every time I pulled my hand away from my hunched over midsection I was shocked there was no blood.

It doesn’t seem like enough time has passed to have forgotten the pleasures of being a milk drinker. Percentage-wise, it’s totally the bigger part of my life. But the potentially harmful memories are sinking below the accessible surface. Even though I know better than to try to remake these without significant modifications.