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Sometimes, while wondering through the archives of Slate magazine, you come across a cool article like this*, and you discover that its fantastically nerdy author looks like this*, and also that he has written a scholarly history of the word "fuck", and you think you should probably seek him out and marry him.
Ahem. Anyway.
School is all right. I miss Denver and my friends, but I'm not very lonely yet, or I'm getting better at being lonely, doesn't really matter which. I'm reading In Cold Blood and last night I went to see No Country For Old Men (by myself, not wise), and I've been kind of creeped out all day. But immediately after I creep myself out I start puzzling over the physics of that retracting-bolt-cattle-gun thing, which is a good distraction. In conclusion, life is okay.
*Fair warning, these are only cool if you're as geeky as I am.
Ahem. Anyway.
School is all right. I miss Denver and my friends, but I'm not very lonely yet, or I'm getting better at being lonely, doesn't really matter which. I'm reading In Cold Blood and last night I went to see No Country For Old Men (by myself, not wise), and I've been kind of creeped out all day. But immediately after I creep myself out I start puzzling over the physics of that retracting-bolt-cattle-gun thing, which is a good distraction. In conclusion, life is okay.
*Fair warning, these are only cool if you're as geeky as I am.