Don't Think I've Forgotten--You Never Liked That Necklace
Just a few small details upon which I feel the need to reflect briefly.
Apparently: I have a small scar on my right eyeball, up on the inner corner. The excitable little Chinese woman who did my optical exam said it's No Big Deal since it's nowhere near the seeing part of my eye (technical term there, y'know) and figured it's from some sort of minor trauma or irritation--I kind of wonder if I got it from trying on my sclera lenses for the first time. I think, though, that I'll tell people I got it in a knife fight. Maybe a butterknife fight?
Apparently: My stepdad's father got hit by two trains. He told me this in response to my comment at the 11:00 news program that people getting hit by trains only ever happens in books and movies (despite the fact that the story was very clearly about a young man who was hit and killed by a train recently). I don't know why he didn't tell me this until now. If I had a story like that to tell, I'd be busting it out at the least little provocation. "You like strawberry jam? Did you know strawberries are sometimes carted on trains? Oh, speaking of trains!..." I guess that's the main difference between me and him. I mean, besides the age and gender thing.
Apparently: On the Santa Cruz SPCA website, there are bunnies up for adoption named Onion Skittlepie, Rascal Bumblebee, and Milkdud Casserole. I think I've found a new role model.
Apparently: A few years ago the Bay Bridge was almost named after Emperor Norton, but Oakland wasn't down for that. Damn dumb Oakland.
Apparently: One of my mom's neighbors is kind of strange. She sent me over with some home-grown lettuce because she'd promised the woman some, and when I relayed the message that she should wash it off before using it (because hey, lettuce came from a vegetable garden, where there often exists dirt), she looked at me enquiringly and said in the most earnest tone of voice I've ever heard, "Oh, do you have bugs in your garden?" I had no idea to respond to that, obviously, so I just stared at her, laughed awkwardly, and left. I still don't know what to make of it.
If my tales of terror aren't your cup of tea, how about some videos? You've probably all seen OK Go's famous synchronized treadmill music video for "Here It Goes Again," and maybe the backyard dancing video for "A Million Ways," but have you seen the wallpaper video for their song "Do What You Want"? Or the dancing girlies video for "Don't Ask Me"? (Catch the little smile at 0:54 and you'll understand the glory of Damien Kulash.) Or even their video of ping-pong tips? Or any of the rest?
You can go ahead and thank me later.
Apparently: I have a small scar on my right eyeball, up on the inner corner. The excitable little Chinese woman who did my optical exam said it's No Big Deal since it's nowhere near the seeing part of my eye (technical term there, y'know) and figured it's from some sort of minor trauma or irritation--I kind of wonder if I got it from trying on my sclera lenses for the first time. I think, though, that I'll tell people I got it in a knife fight. Maybe a butterknife fight?
Apparently: My stepdad's father got hit by two trains. He told me this in response to my comment at the 11:00 news program that people getting hit by trains only ever happens in books and movies (despite the fact that the story was very clearly about a young man who was hit and killed by a train recently). I don't know why he didn't tell me this until now. If I had a story like that to tell, I'd be busting it out at the least little provocation. "You like strawberry jam? Did you know strawberries are sometimes carted on trains? Oh, speaking of trains!..." I guess that's the main difference between me and him. I mean, besides the age and gender thing.
Apparently: On the Santa Cruz SPCA website, there are bunnies up for adoption named Onion Skittlepie, Rascal Bumblebee, and Milkdud Casserole. I think I've found a new role model.
Apparently: A few years ago the Bay Bridge was almost named after Emperor Norton, but Oakland wasn't down for that. Damn dumb Oakland.
Apparently: One of my mom's neighbors is kind of strange. She sent me over with some home-grown lettuce because she'd promised the woman some, and when I relayed the message that she should wash it off before using it (because hey, lettuce came from a vegetable garden, where there often exists dirt), she looked at me enquiringly and said in the most earnest tone of voice I've ever heard, "Oh, do you have bugs in your garden?" I had no idea to respond to that, obviously, so I just stared at her, laughed awkwardly, and left. I still don't know what to make of it.
If my tales of terror aren't your cup of tea, how about some videos? You've probably all seen OK Go's famous synchronized treadmill music video for "Here It Goes Again," and maybe the backyard dancing video for "A Million Ways," but have you seen the wallpaper video for their song "Do What You Want"? Or the dancing girlies video for "Don't Ask Me"? (Catch the little smile at 0:54 and you'll understand the glory of Damien Kulash.) Or even their video of ping-pong tips? Or any of the rest?
You can go ahead and thank me later.