Monday, December 15, 2008
Today I am wearing a dark collared shirt with brown corduroy pants. They do not go together. It’s not just that they’re not from the same species or branch of animal, but it’s rather like they’re from completely different trees. How do I reach this state? Wind. Wind and trees and power lines.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
That’s right. It’s that time of year. Every now and then I order something on the Internet that I don’t have delivered to my two safe zones–work or parents’ house. It’s already bad enough that when a box arrives my dad just asks me if it’s my “little men” of miniature toy soldiers, or that [...]
The Internet makes you stupid. I believe this is a scientifically proven study. If it isn’t, then someone better get on it if they want to contend for the Nobel Peace Prize.
I don’t know much, but I know cold. Today I try to fix the problem.
It’s 70-80 degrees out. I don’t have to go to work. It’s a beautiful day. Time for a great debate. For great debates, I turn to Facebook. Status update: Felix is debating between painting toy soldiers and doing actual work. The next time I check Facebook, there is already a rebuttal.
This is my second follow up appointment to see the doctor. He gives me threats and ultimatums, and I try to walk a little more and cut down on the chicken wings. Today he heralds a new stage in my life. Medication.
I imagine new reasons to stay inside the Hermit Cave all the time. Today I get my hair cut, which is always an endeavor to get me to do. It’s really easy to call I–, but something inside stops me, or I find something to stop me. I used to think that the feeling was [...]
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
The Hermit Cave is dank and deep, but sometimes it takes just a bit more scrubbing to wash the stank out of outside world excusions.
So my assembled random geeky gamer building is sitting on my desk, waiting for the glue to dry. I leave it there overnight and all day and I suddenly remember it when I get home.
It rhymes Gary Otter… Ok, now I’m just taunting my wife. But yes, it’s the final Harry Potter book. Sorry we couldn’t stay up late to get a copy.
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