We joke about how little snow there is in the morning based on the weather reports from the day before. It’s nothing more than a little rain where we are, though a tune in to the radio or news would have told us a different story.
There’s something harsh about an early morning bus in the city.
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.
I’m at GenCon. While I’m there, my wife sees my niece at a family party back in Chicago. She’s four (my niece), and she still gets a little confused when we tell her things.
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. (Continued)
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. (Continued)
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?
Because of Under the Tuscan Sun. Because of death.
Oh, why haven’t I ever seen it before? That movie that’s like a rite of passage for guys?
That, I’ll get to later.