people's dads that pop up everywhere, etc.
there are things that make life worthwhile...among these, knowing Phoebe, who with other interesting and lovable bits is also the only one who was forced to watch the Jerry Springer show as a child...or Allison, the typical American teen, and yet we love her anyway. :)...
and other things for example, watching a sunrise on top of a fence in fifty-degree weather; eating ice cream for breakfast; downloading the upgrade for aol all -- night -- long -- that's right, never shutting down, and finding that it corrupts, screws, and otherwise messes up the computer when it's installed...
on top of that: we come from baltimore, just step out of the nice little hallway passage thing into the terminal lobby place (yea my vocabulary :P), and start to pass the line of people waiting to go into that very plane and fly to baltimore from whence we came, and who should we see but richard halpin (i almost didn't recognize him without the mustache =); it's strange, i tell you, the very flight, the very day...
and then, yesterday, we were milling around in the half-price books right in the gullet of downtown austin, and becca and i were kind of looking through cds for things...and there was a man sitting in a chair nearby, reading in classic form, who was the spitting image of sam bertron. well, the beebs and i went along kind of wondering if it was him but not daring to ask (becca suggested we go by and talk loudly about jesse, and see if we got a response, but i couldn't bring myself to do it)...then mom confirmed it was, after all, the man himself...then after we talked to him for a bit jesse's sister came up, cara you see...she looks in equal parts like jesse her brother and, my mom's sister, my aunt. really sweet and quite a girl. we all engaged in a sort of light gossiping about things, and then they went off and becca and i and mom and little mikey (who was sick) went to check out and found our copy of return to zork, that we had been about to buy (sorry about the strangled grammar), had been quite fully and completely stolen out of the case.
"well, when i saw the empty case, i thought it was because they keep the cds up front," i said, even as becca and i tried to hide our horror.
"um well, when they're that cheap we don't really bother," the worker lady said, referring to our five dollar computer game, which i still say was an excellent bargain and would have been the second time we paid five bucks for return to zork (by a strange set of circumstances, we don't have it anymore...). but oh well. and i ramble...
so, i will away now, and work on my web page for real.
and stuff.
so anyway it makes life worthwhile.
and other things for example, watching a sunrise on top of a fence in fifty-degree weather; eating ice cream for breakfast; downloading the upgrade for aol all -- night -- long -- that's right, never shutting down, and finding that it corrupts, screws, and otherwise messes up the computer when it's installed...
on top of that: we come from baltimore, just step out of the nice little hallway passage thing into the terminal lobby place (yea my vocabulary :P), and start to pass the line of people waiting to go into that very plane and fly to baltimore from whence we came, and who should we see but richard halpin (i almost didn't recognize him without the mustache =); it's strange, i tell you, the very flight, the very day...
and then, yesterday, we were milling around in the half-price books right in the gullet of downtown austin, and becca and i were kind of looking through cds for things...and there was a man sitting in a chair nearby, reading in classic form, who was the spitting image of sam bertron. well, the beebs and i went along kind of wondering if it was him but not daring to ask (becca suggested we go by and talk loudly about jesse, and see if we got a response, but i couldn't bring myself to do it)...then mom confirmed it was, after all, the man himself...then after we talked to him for a bit jesse's sister came up, cara you see...she looks in equal parts like jesse her brother and, my mom's sister, my aunt. really sweet and quite a girl. we all engaged in a sort of light gossiping about things, and then they went off and becca and i and mom and little mikey (who was sick) went to check out and found our copy of return to zork, that we had been about to buy (sorry about the strangled grammar), had been quite fully and completely stolen out of the case.
"well, when i saw the empty case, i thought it was because they keep the cds up front," i said, even as becca and i tried to hide our horror.
"um well, when they're that cheap we don't really bother," the worker lady said, referring to our five dollar computer game, which i still say was an excellent bargain and would have been the second time we paid five bucks for return to zork (by a strange set of circumstances, we don't have it anymore...). but oh well. and i ramble...
so, i will away now, and work on my web page for real.
and stuff.
so anyway it makes life worthwhile.