Für Montag
Es gibt immer nächst Zeit.
Es gibt immer folgendes Mal??
Whatever. There's always next time.
Maybe.
I don't know. Really.
Es gibt immer nächst Zeit.
When I was younger, much younger, I used to hear a buzzing sound. This only occurred when there were no other sounds to hear, often in the overly warm seat in a locked car. The buzz would come slowly, relentlessly. Soon it would be too loud to bear. Could this have been the sound of the Universe, the Om? I wonder.
Producer 1: We need to string a few licks together, something hard rock.
I should have known someone had already thought of it.
For those of you who missed the first few pivotal months of LP, I pity you. Go read the archives! But I intended to say that I have posted only one other picture of myself on this blog.
Let's see.
Hey! It's 5:30, and I'm still at work!
This time featuring a poem of the last 25 search results that referred to lil' ol' LP, duplicates removed:
I had told her that I loved her, once, and I don't think it was untrue. But what did I know about love when I was a teenager?
Somehow, I got her to come up from San Diego for a long-distance booty-call.
If a tree falls in a forest, and no person is present to hear it, there is no sound.
Slowly it comes. Slowly. Doesn't it?
Several months ago, I published a brief dream about J. I received quite a bit of ribbing, and I've been somewhat gun-shy since.
We tell the doctor that we don't want to know the sex of the new arrival, and this is what we get:
Submitted for your approval:
When I grow up, I'm going to invent a search engine for people like myself. That is, people who can vividly recall the flavor and the simile of any given word, but never the word itself. More often than not it's proper nouns (I can't remember actor's names to save my life), but any word will do.
One month after our son was born, my wife and I celebrated our 1st year anniversary.
It came to me during a piss, as most good ideas do. Well, except those that come to me while I'm sitting on the same receptacle.
It's finally happened.
Good news, my brothers! As of 11:30 pm, 8/12/05, little ol' LP is listed as #2 on Google for Twatscicle. And #1 on MSN.
It's tag-time, kiddies. Thanks, J, for another hair-pulling excursion in decision making.
I finally made it over to the Web Miztris. She brings up an interesting topic here.
On my way home from work this evening, the radio's "Big News At 6" feature was about the NAAFA conference in the Bay Area. Almost as an aside, the "hard-hitting reporters" also discussed some social and health issues realted to obesity.
After our son was born, it took us nearly 12 months to settle the bill between our insurance carriers (my wife was covered on her own policy, as well as being covered under mine). After jumping though flaming hoops, we finally got it resolved.
To celebrate the safe return of the Discovery, I thought that I would link to an excellent article that calls into question the necessity of the whole collective breath holding that we are just now letting out.
Good afternoon. My name is Thomas Jefferson.
Words that I've never been able to work into a sentence:
This is not a Seinfeldian "what's up with that?" question. I'm actually concerned, or at least interested in the answer:
Active ingredients:
Setup:
I'm going to stay up until I get this right.
I honestly feel like puking whenever the topic of "intelligent design" comes up. It's been discussed ad nauseum, so I don't think it's neccessary to discuss how absolutely fucking crazy it is to teach a religious point of view as a scientifically verifiable theory.
A woman who works two offices down has her door open, and has been eating 1 potato chip every 2 seconds for the last 45 minutes. If you don't hear from me again, it's because I've scraped my ears off of my head and died from the blood loss.
Coolest instrumental beginnings of 80's songs that I don't particularly care for:
Let's agree that happiness is in flux; it's the dichotic 'opposite' of sadness.
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