Blog of Billy

Lots of good times this weekend, dancing with Tara Reid look-alikes, sleepily watching Firefly while cuddling, and the general good conversation. The end of the weekend was a bit sketchier, as there was a lot of blood, and some guy who looks like an ex-roommate of Doug's flipped upside down in a sink, but that's what happens sometimes in the kingdom of the Fool. I can tell you that I am not in gaol.

Speak of Doug, I'm sure he's giddy about the news in the music world. I know I am.

Patrick is on his way to Santa Fe, New Mexico to find his fame and fortune for a couple of days. I am in charge of feeding Simone, his giant-tailed, multi-gendered kitty cat. I write that more to remind myself to swing by and feed said cat than because it is of any other particular importance.

I'm also starting to ease myself into the market for a car again, starting by wandering around some lots on Sunday afternoon. I know that I should pick up some nice well-maintained used American sedan for but a little bit of money, but the new Buick Lucerne is so very very pretty. The problem is that it would need to be a CXL to get the options that I want along with the 3800 engine, and that's a bunch more money that I was originally planning to spend on such frivolity. It would also need to have the rear parking assist thing, and those are hard to find. Oh well, there are lots of nice used Oldsmobiles and LeSabres in the world.

But for now, we are young,
let us lay in the sun
and count every beautiful thing we can see.

Leila reminded me today that the circularity of life happens to everyone, but this week it seems fixated on replicating problems. Six months ago, I was prevented from going to a fun lunch by the same project that is making it hard to schedule the latest fun lunch today. It has to be the same company, and it has to be the same lunch.

It has to be teachers and students, it has to be lies, and I have to look like an idiot.

Q: What do you get if you divide the circumference of a jack-o-lantern by its diameter?
A: Pumpkin pi.

First and foremost, congratulations to Sean and Gillian on the single most beautiful wedding I have ever had the opportunity of attending. I couldn't be happier to be sharing Earth Day with the wedding anniversary of the most loving, happy, and ideal couple in my life. I won't try to pretend that I didn't shed a masculine tear as Gillian walked down the aisle.

Am I more yarncore, or hobocore? Either way, math is delicious.

I've been having a problem with my wisdom teeth. Until today, I had been cutting my cheek and upper jaw area on a jagged piece of impacted wisdom. This made chewing, smiling, and basically any other activity that involved moving the fleshier bits of my mouth around into an excruciating experience. So, along with finally making a dental appointment, I set about picking at the little serrated nub until today, in a sudden snap of freedom, it came loose. I'm going to go ahead and assume that what I thought was tooth was simply some bit of food that could never quite get brushed right, and got stuck something fierce. Either way, these puppies are coming out over summer. Bring on the codeine!

Wii is a really dumb sounding name. Too bad I'm going to buy one anyway.

In a bizarre coincidence, I had a short conversation about boxen the other day, then passed by a box truck as I pulled in to work this "morning." The name of the particular consortium with whom Hertz has contract is the "Love Box Co. Inc." Imagine my difficulty in finding good results for "love box" on Google.

Boxes can be good and fun. They make things easier for birds, college students, and the seasonally affective amongst us. Not to mention making really creepy kinda-pentagrammy things. I used to spend hours playing in an old washing-machine box with my grandmother out back of her house. My Crayolas had invented a whole little world in there, complete with tiny little non-functioning computer. I can't imagine why any claustrophilic person would be so very afraid of spending some time in a box.

You owe the Oracle a hootenanny.

Things I've learned in the last 12 hours:

1. ATVs are wicked fun.
2. Tree branches passing you at 25 mph hurt
3. Blunt force trauma to the head can cause a person to lose a day or so of memories
4. Liquid-crystal screens should not be put on anything that weighs more than 300 lbs and is capable of travelling/flipping at 40 mph.

I should have gone 4-wheeling years ago. Also, cuddling in the morning is the only reasonable way to start such a fantastic day.

Just watch ole' Bandit run.