Is a glass that is neither too tall nor too deep, together with a cookie that can be both completely submerged without getting stuck at the bottom. Hence, I must appropriate the proper permissions to conduct the following experiment:
You pay to socialize with people. You pay for the food, for the transportation, for the medical bills… But when I socialize with my coworkers, I’m beginning to think that you don’t just pay, but you pay real money.
Today I’m trying to get my PS2 to boot when my wife calls. What are you doing, she asks. Trying to play, I say. Are you lying on the floor pathetically resetting that thing for hours and hours? No, I say getting up, I’m standing up.
We’re at the Children’s Museum playing with…ok it’s all a blur. We’re playing with random pretend crap for kids (and when I say crap, I mean cool stuff). My niece and nephew are fake grocery shopping in a kid’s town, fake delivering mail, fake creating a plumbing system under a fake house. It’s really cool.
For me, August is nice because, well, my birthday falls in August. And birthdays mean presents, attention, and forgiveable amounts of gluttony. Wait, I get these all year round? So how is August different?
My wife and I rent movies through Netflix. We set a list of movies up in a queue, and they’re mailed out to the house one at a time as we return movies we watch. I have to set it up to see The Big Lebowski, a guy film that I’ve never seen before. Why? [...]
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.
My coworker M- has her first barbecue at her new house out in Bolingbrook. I show up early because I drop my wife off in the morning and if I stop in the house I’m lost. Home means I’m never going out, not even to M-’s house.
Let me explain the post title. I saw the movie Knocked Up with my coworker T– today. He was running late, so when he arrived I was in a shadowy corner of the theater. The opening credits were starting, and it was clear that even though he was blinded by the light of the screen [...]
When I tried to buy a PS2 through The Evil Social Networking site, I was offered my friend’s husband’s PS2, which I declined on moral grounds. Soon thereafter, I received an offer from my cousin’s boyfriend, who lives even farther away from town. I accepted.