NP: We Laugh Indoors - Death Cab for Cutie
Bagel bites are an ingenious invention. A protein-y solution to late-night hunger pangs. Yes, I just said "protein-y."
We saw "Troy" this afternoon. An entertaining epic, but I'd only give it 2.5 stars (out of a maximum potential award capacity of exactly 4.0 stars). Eric Bana and Brad Pitt were excellent, as expected, but seeing them juxtaposed with Orlando Bloom was nearly comical. The role of Paris was a challenge for our dear little elf, to be sure. He had to use all three of his facial expressions, but they consoled him somewhat by having his weapon of choice be (three guesses, Cletus)....a bow. The pretty boy must have his perks (and the queen of Sparta, seemingly). I found Briseis more attractive than Helen, Agamemnon was a little wart, and the gods were disappointingly silent. But we went to the matinee showing, so I don't think I wasted the money.
The ridiculous danger of jailbait was made clear as crystal to me at Noodles tonight. About halfway through our meal, this breathtakingly beautiful girl sat at the table next to us. I usually try to refrain from hyperbole when talking about beauty, but this girl definitely warrants such a description; I've seriously only seen that kind of feminine beauty a few other times in my entire life. Yes, I'm being witheringly superficial at this point, but being an introverted people-watcher doesn't leave you many chances to actually talk to people. Anyway, I tie off and start shooting up little doses at a time, the usual procedure. Then she's joined by her little brother and her mother. It was then I realized: she's probably 15, 16 at most. But our eyes met twice, and all my capacity for rational thought was quickly consumed by those deep, dark, mysterious planets looming so very close across a galaxy of impossibilities.
So I was "winked" at. No, not in real life (c'mon, it's me). I've a profile on Match.com ("Ha ha!" "Dude, shut up!"), and some girl from Cheyenne "winked" at me. This essentially means she wants to make contact with me, but I don't know that I want to pay $25/month just for more opportunities to fall on my face. I've found the ghosts of some interesting girls haunting those digital corridors, but they haven't been active for months, so I'm thinking they realized only pathetic, desperate, socially-leperous freaks use online dating sites. And they just might be right.
I should just buy The Sims(TM) and create the life I should have had.
Bagel bites are an ingenious invention. A protein-y solution to late-night hunger pangs. Yes, I just said "protein-y."
We saw "Troy" this afternoon. An entertaining epic, but I'd only give it 2.5 stars (out of a maximum potential award capacity of exactly 4.0 stars). Eric Bana and Brad Pitt were excellent, as expected, but seeing them juxtaposed with Orlando Bloom was nearly comical. The role of Paris was a challenge for our dear little elf, to be sure. He had to use all three of his facial expressions, but they consoled him somewhat by having his weapon of choice be (three guesses, Cletus)....a bow. The pretty boy must have his perks (and the queen of Sparta, seemingly). I found Briseis more attractive than Helen, Agamemnon was a little wart, and the gods were disappointingly silent. But we went to the matinee showing, so I don't think I wasted the money.
The ridiculous danger of jailbait was made clear as crystal to me at Noodles tonight. About halfway through our meal, this breathtakingly beautiful girl sat at the table next to us. I usually try to refrain from hyperbole when talking about beauty, but this girl definitely warrants such a description; I've seriously only seen that kind of feminine beauty a few other times in my entire life. Yes, I'm being witheringly superficial at this point, but being an introverted people-watcher doesn't leave you many chances to actually talk to people. Anyway, I tie off and start shooting up little doses at a time, the usual procedure. Then she's joined by her little brother and her mother. It was then I realized: she's probably 15, 16 at most. But our eyes met twice, and all my capacity for rational thought was quickly consumed by those deep, dark, mysterious planets looming so very close across a galaxy of impossibilities.
So I was "winked" at. No, not in real life (c'mon, it's me). I've a profile on Match.com ("Ha ha!" "Dude, shut up!"), and some girl from Cheyenne "winked" at me. This essentially means she wants to make contact with me, but I don't know that I want to pay $25/month just for more opportunities to fall on my face. I've found the ghosts of some interesting girls haunting those digital corridors, but they haven't been active for months, so I'm thinking they realized only pathetic, desperate, socially-leperous freaks use online dating sites. And they just might be right.
I should just buy The Sims(TM) and create the life I should have had.
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