I hope you dance

May 1st, 2006

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.

Polaris: not just for navigating any more

April 21st, 2006

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.

Commissioner Plenipotentiary by Letters Patent

April 14th, 2006

The Yellowcard/Mae show was kind of disappointing. Between the substandard acoustics of the McCasland Field House and the banshee-like shrieks of the wild pack of sorostitutes next to me, there wasn't too much a chance to enjoy myself. Mae sounds better in the studio anyway. Thank goodness I found something to do to get me through the boring parts.

The world as we know it is spinning into oblivion. Chris Brodt is now 21 years young and making cute, albeit crazy friends.

And if Sam Jackson thinks he's doing a movie called SNAKES ON A PLANE...you're doing a movie called SNAKES ON A PLANE.

I've decided that meatlessness is not going to be a long term thing. My normal diet apparently doesn't include enough leafy green iron, and I'm tired of being tired all the time. Post Lent (and the obligatory Good Friday fast), this business is out.

Snakes on a plane!

Nevada has 5 electoral votes

April 12th, 2006

At 4:30am, there are but few things that can actually pull a tear from my stoic eyes. The West Wing is still one of them. This week's episode actually got me excited about a pretend election where I had known the outcome since September. This is what several years of falling in love with characters, then watching them grow and live and be and die will do to a person. Yeah, and Donna is somehow even hotter than she ever has been before.

OMG!!! Josh + Donna = 4ever!!! Ponies!!!

It's a beautiful day.

What the fence post exudes

April 11th, 2006

Procrastination is a word that has more meaning the farther into the school year I get. The difference between this one and a poorly remembered spring of yesteryear is that I'm actually attending class post-Spring Break. Ideally this will offset my lack of turning things in on time. The other (so far less effective but far more enjoyable) strategy involves the gentle nagging of certain red-haired femmes fatale to actually get my work done.

Is Heather learning taste in automobiles? I can only hope it's gray and has a hard time finding traction in icy Denny's parking lots.

Oh, I'm going to the special hell.