sometimes, i...

sometimes, i

1. look at someone's computer, but can't find anything wrong with it (heyyy, that's an easy fix!) [@A. Heidi]
2. look at someone's computer, then look in my bag, and realize i brought everything but the one thing i need to correct the problem :-( [again, @A. Heidi]
3. get jealous- i'd really like to hear the conversation that went along while the girls made, say for example, a penis cake [@Smeg/Melissa]
4. want to smack someone for (inadvertently) teasing me with cadbury eggs. mmm. when i die, in a sugar coma, just after Easter, the culprit's initials were SJH [@Shay]
5. volunteer to work a night, half an hour before i get a facebook notice that a dear friend has a show, that night [@Tania, @Greg (>Douglas)]

sometimes, i...

sometimes, i

1. make plans, forget to journal them, forget what they were, and send out a torrent of messages the next day saying "when were we gonna _?", and "hey, were we gonna _ today?" [@Shay, @Meg, @Rob, @A. Nancy, ..., ..., ...]
   
2. long for pancakes, but i've never made them, so i go to the breakfast place, a block away- and it sucks if it's a Sunday, because, then, the place is packed and noisy-in-a-not-so-good way [@Shay]
   
3. drink too much too early, and later regret it: if i were capable of "embarrassment", i'd feel it: wtf did i say? did i really do that? (the tech era is both a blessing and a curse: in times past, i could've hoped i just misremembered, and maybe suffered some friends' reminders. whereas nowadays, there's often a txt msg/email msg/call log/somebody's cameraphone record- ugh.) [@Semple, @(most of the O.G.), @Angela, @John, @Laura, @Steven, @Heidi, @Lyndsy, @Diane, @Meg, @(who am i kidding? @everybody!)
   
4. switch too quickly between three books during a day- i'm always reading some fiction and some non-fiction, and then there's the audio book for when i'm busy walking/riding/cooking/etc. maybe i'm easily muddled? do people who watch tv feel that way, when their stories change each hour? [@Rae]
   
5. can really dig spending an entire day, sitting on the porch reading a book (or three, as previously mentioned :-P), listening to music.
6. can be made to feel really nice, because of what i know is completely irrelevant self-brain-teasing. [@Rick M., @the dark-haired chick at Murphy's (name? haha, q.v. #3)]
   
7. deliberately lose pages with names and phone numbers. [q.v. #3, #5]
8. wear headphones and pretend not to hear strangers trying to talk to me. [@everyone who rides the bus, especially]
   
9. sit at the computer for a little while on a beautiful day, when i ought to be out accomplishing some fun-ness, because there's something i've got to record before it slips my mind, then that something turns into a monster list of somethings before i can stop myself, and the
   

the best roadkill, ever!

it was on a random street i was riding down. some kid somewhere lost that one. it was actually still sort of alive, and i considered putting it out of its misery, but i didn't have the guts :-/

a walk to the store

just walked up the street to the convenience store.
1. i saw liquid water. who knew such a thing could happen, outside-of-doors?
2. if the city is willing to go to the trouble and expense to clear broad avenues of almost all the snow, of course i'm going to walk there! i enjoy the safety and convenience of walking on a cleared sidewalk, certainly, but if there ain't one, wouldn't i be a fool to trudge through a foot or two of snow, when, five feet to my left, there's clear pavement? don't beep you car horn at me: i don't need any reminder that i'm risking my proper health- i'm well aware of it. i just (silly me) prefer such a - very slight, it seems - risk to the - definite - cold, wet, exhausting march through knee-high snow on some of the blizzardy "sidewalks*".
3. i enjoy crossing streets. it's sort of like Frogger. death could come at any moment, if i don't keep my "wits" about me. i've heard rumors, subtle and infrequent, that when i'm walking somewhere, if i wanted to walk an extra half mile or so out of my way, i might be able to find an "intersection" at which it's sometimes possible to cross a street safely by waiting several minutes for the stars to come in to alignment. something involving flashing lights, etc. not so sure i believe in such hocus pocus, tho.

Christmas Music

(or, ok, i'll be retarded/p.c.: "holiday" music)

electric bus stop

why does a bus stop need an electricity meter?
(i checked- it's not spinning)

Cthulu hates chordates

Ribs

so, here's my intended course of action:

1. get hold of some tie wire, duct tape, brandy, bolt-cutters, and a sharp razor knife,
   
2. drink a lot of brandy,
3. use my razor knife to slice open my chest,
4. use bolt-cutters to remove the offending bones,
5. replace entire right side rib cage with tie wire,
6. duct tape chest back together (and extra brandy can be used to disinfect!),
7. spend the rest of the night recovering (more brandy),
8. live pain-free! :-)

i might need some help with steps 3,4,5, and 6 (i'll probably have to be quite drunk)- any takers?