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In the interest of keeping the throngs of people who read my LJ up to date, I am doing another list-form edition of "free-floating hostility," in which I rant, at random, about whatever is on my mind. You have been forewarned.
ITEM! Whenever I get into a particularly introspective mode, I have a running commentary in my head that is, even to me, shockingly insightful regarding the state of my fellow humans. This typically happens when I am in a gloomy mood wandering around the mall; there's something about the mixture of consumerism and depression that brings out the poet in me. However, by the time I get to someplace where I can write any of these thoughts down, they are gone. It is as though my muse is the scent of Auntie Anne's Pretzels. Curious development, certainly.
ITEM! I would like to announce the State of the Union party on Tuesday night to be a rousing success, and much in the way of huzzahing should be done on its behalf. Interestingly, we somehow talked over W declaring that we should all be terrified of science giving us "human-animal hybrids" someday. How did we miss W telling us that somewhere in a lab in Deusseldorf a crazy, silver-haired scientist is trying to create his own minotaur with which to attack the US?
ITEM! "Anti-American Minotaur" would make an excellent band name.
ITEM! I took my Administrative Law book to Business Organizations with me yesterday, despite the fact that my Biz Org book is BLUE and my Admin book is BROWN. It is truly sad that I am so incapable of organizing my own affairs in a meaningful fashion, considering how ridiculously low my level of responsibility is at present.
ITEM! I was in an American Eagle nearly a year ago when Grandaddy's "El Caminos in the West" came on the in-store video screen. I was instantly taken in by the song and made certain to wait until I figured out the title of the song and band name before I left the store with weathered rugby tees in hand. I FINALLY, just today, managed to find a copy of the Sumday album which contains El Caminos. It is not as good as my brain wants me to think it once was. There is a metaphor for life in here somewhere, but I am too lazy to mine it. Perhaps Dr. Phil will be of some use. Dr. Phil? "If you don't get your gall-darned butt up offa that couch, it's your own fault your life will never change for the better! Now give me some pork rinds." Ahem. Maybe he's not the guy to ask.
ITEM! The visitors to my place on Tuesday were very taken in by my BRIDGET JONES' DIARY movie collection. It is as though my testicles have shrivelled up inside of my body cavity and died. Let's all be thankful that they didn't notice my copies of THE WEDDING DATE or MUST LOVE DOGS.
ITEM! I met a guy from Lincoln, NE, last night, a guy who works with my brother. I asked him which high school he went to, and he said Lincoln Christian. When he inquired about why I'd asked that question, I told him that I'd dated a girl who went to Lincoln's Piux X high school for nearly two years. His response? "So she was a giant slut, then?" You can't make that stuff up.
ITEM! No, she wasn't.
ITEM! I am considering growing a Jim Faul-esque beard during bar-prep. It will help me start the anti-Bar Bri Leninist revolution.
ITEM! I enjoy tofu and beef jerkey. This is confusing to me as well as it should be to you.
ITEM! Whenever I get into a particularly introspective mode, I have a running commentary in my head that is, even to me, shockingly insightful regarding the state of my fellow humans. This typically happens when I am in a gloomy mood wandering around the mall; there's something about the mixture of consumerism and depression that brings out the poet in me. However, by the time I get to someplace where I can write any of these thoughts down, they are gone. It is as though my muse is the scent of Auntie Anne's Pretzels. Curious development, certainly.
ITEM! I would like to announce the State of the Union party on Tuesday night to be a rousing success, and much in the way of huzzahing should be done on its behalf. Interestingly, we somehow talked over W declaring that we should all be terrified of science giving us "human-animal hybrids" someday. How did we miss W telling us that somewhere in a lab in Deusseldorf a crazy, silver-haired scientist is trying to create his own minotaur with which to attack the US?
ITEM! "Anti-American Minotaur" would make an excellent band name.
ITEM! I took my Administrative Law book to Business Organizations with me yesterday, despite the fact that my Biz Org book is BLUE and my Admin book is BROWN. It is truly sad that I am so incapable of organizing my own affairs in a meaningful fashion, considering how ridiculously low my level of responsibility is at present.
ITEM! I was in an American Eagle nearly a year ago when Grandaddy's "El Caminos in the West" came on the in-store video screen. I was instantly taken in by the song and made certain to wait until I figured out the title of the song and band name before I left the store with weathered rugby tees in hand. I FINALLY, just today, managed to find a copy of the Sumday album which contains El Caminos. It is not as good as my brain wants me to think it once was. There is a metaphor for life in here somewhere, but I am too lazy to mine it. Perhaps Dr. Phil will be of some use. Dr. Phil? "If you don't get your gall-darned butt up offa that couch, it's your own fault your life will never change for the better! Now give me some pork rinds." Ahem. Maybe he's not the guy to ask.
ITEM! The visitors to my place on Tuesday were very taken in by my BRIDGET JONES' DIARY movie collection. It is as though my testicles have shrivelled up inside of my body cavity and died. Let's all be thankful that they didn't notice my copies of THE WEDDING DATE or MUST LOVE DOGS.
ITEM! I met a guy from Lincoln, NE, last night, a guy who works with my brother. I asked him which high school he went to, and he said Lincoln Christian. When he inquired about why I'd asked that question, I told him that I'd dated a girl who went to Lincoln's Piux X high school for nearly two years. His response? "So she was a giant slut, then?" You can't make that stuff up.
ITEM! No, she wasn't.
ITEM! I am considering growing a Jim Faul-esque beard during bar-prep. It will help me start the anti-Bar Bri Leninist revolution.
ITEM! I enjoy tofu and beef jerkey. This is confusing to me as well as it should be to you.