Man life moves fast. Especially when you’re traveling and things are happening. I’m moving in with my girlfriend to a homestead in Oakton. It feels like we’re living in the old west. We’re moving into a house built in 1948, oil heat, septic, well water… our neighbors in their executive mansions have every conveinence know to modern man. I feel like it’s the frontier and we’re the last people who haven’t sold out to the wealthy ranchers. It’s going to be an adventure to say the least.
Later!
So I’ve been wondering where my Ipod shuffle has been for a week or two. I figured it was either lost or in my room somewhere. So I “cleaned” up my room, I didn’t find anything. My next thought was that it was in my laundry somewhere, since I hadn’t seen it in a while and conveniently had also not done laundry in some time. I’d actually bought more clothes instead of doing laundry. So where do I find the little Poddington? Staring at me from the open door of the dryer.
I guess this says a lot about Apple’s quality, but the thing still works! I think I got lucky because it had to be dead by the time it went into the washer, I had left it in the “on” position. But it survived that and tumbling around in a hot dryer, the earbuds still work too!
Later!
Laurel’s step-mom (making drinks) – “do we have a jigger to measure this out?”
Laurel’s Dad – “I think they prefer to be called jegros.”
Laurel – “Actually I think it’s Jafrican Americans.”
I had such a great time!
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I don’t know what it is about people on the Metro recently, but they’re becoming more interesting all the time. I wish I had a better camera… and also that it wasn’t considered weird to take pictures of strangers. Because I saw a guy in starbucks the other day who looked just like the kid from “The Boondocks” and a girl on the Metro platform last night that could have been “Rogue” from the X-men, if she was black. She had a white Harry Potter birthmark and a white streak in the front of her hair.
But I digress, the person I want to talk about is this fellow I saw on the way home the other day. He looks like a caricature. If you saw this guy in a serious movie you would think “now that’s over the top, that just totally ruins the reality of it.” I mean come on he looks like a taller version of Wimpy from Popeye!? The fact that he dosen’t have much of a neck makes him look like a giant finger puppet, his head being the thumb. I hope he’s a good guy, I just think he looks like a cartoon.
Later!
How can I not eat this. I went into the overpriced coffee shop only because I’d stayed up to 12:30 watching the first half of Leviathan and then I couldn’t wake up because the Hip Hop morning show on 95.5 wasn’t enough to wake me from my underwater dreamworld. I wanted a coffee, I needed fuel, but as I was standing in line I read the words that will haunt my fat cells forever.
“Chocolate chip Scone”
As if that wasn’t enough printed below them in smaller font hugged by parenthesis
“(filled with caramel)”
HOW MUCH, how much do you want for this morsel of delicious love‽
“$1.89”
Huzzah! At that point I might have given you all I had to partake in this feast. I gave her the card and then scurried out of franchise hell and into my office. Now I sit here in the crumbly aftermath waxing poetic about the cavern of caramel sludge that poured out of this delectible lump of dough.
And the coffee wasn’t bad either.
Later!
I’ve been drinking tea more at the office. This is partly because I’ve gotten tired of paying 2 bucks for a cup of Starbucks and also because the coffee they make in the office tastes like they made it with pinto beans instead of coffee. Usually I have the regular Lipton tea (there’s a big box of it in the cabinet) but sometimes I find some other kind to try. Today I found a straggler, a single bag of Echinacea Tea that someone must have cleaned out of their desk. I’m no stranger to eating or drinking things that other people have discarded so I thought it would be OK.
At first smell I could tell that something was going to be different about this cup. It had a weird smell of pine or maybe mint. It could have been the mint I was eating… but I wasn’t sure. I let the bag soak for a few minutes to make sure I was getting the full experience. When I finally did drink the tea… it was weird. But not in weird enough for me to stop drinking it, plus I was really tired and needed something. It was like I dipped a mint/pine air freshner into the cup along with the teabag.
I was going to quit drinking it when it hit me. It wasn’t like when you finally wake up after a cup of coffee, it was this weird ‘out there’ feeling. I think it was my chakra opening up, or maybe my third eye, this is yogi tea after all. It was a really pleasant experience. It made drinking this awful liquid worth it. This might be because of the tea, but I did find it in a cabinet at work, so it might have been there for years absorbing all the spiritual energy from hundreds of disgruntled HUD workers.
3/5 Schus