Post from the other day, plus a new bit, MOBILE!
Kevin called last night to tell me the news about Kenny's mother—his
girlfriend saw it in the paper, or heard it from someone, or is a
superhero and senses these things, or something. So I'd like to send
an email or something at least—so, anyone know his email addy? And
would that be too—annoying? Like, here's some jackass who hardly knows
my mother offering vaguely general condolences? Hopefully not. Well,
ethics committee: rule.
Hmm. Hard to move on in a post after something like that.
The Rominger trip was good, and definitely made gooder by the
appearance of the funky jolt. Of course, it's old jolt in a new can;
Josh (KG) recommends the slogan "the original energy drink." Which is
pretty much accurate. But oh, the Rommysylum: anyone else notice that
something was weird about the ceilings and floors and walls in that
place? Like they were slightly off
, tilted just a little? It was like being in the head of an insane
character in a police drama. I kept waiting for the whole apartment to
slide off its frame and to the ground below.
While there we saw some guy walking his dog. Big guy, black cloth
coat, ballcap. From behind, it could have been Amish. Except Amish was
in the apartment too. Which makes me think that Amish has had so
much…experience with black book videos that his body's just gone
completely asexual, and he's going through some sort of
entire-organism mitosis. So Jack Daniel's stock will go up. But here:
how many Amish lookalikes are there in the Midwest? 10 at least? I
mean, close enough that from behind or maybe even head-on, after
growth of beard, they could look enough like him to make you
double-take. Well, wouldn't it be kickass if we could get those 10
together and dress them the same and have them swarm Kum and Go or
something? Damn, that would be incredible. I don't remember where I
was—Grinnell, maybe, or UNI—but more than one person told me my
doppelganger was about. So these things must be everywhere.
My coworkers are convinced that we will all be carried away by
tornado, tsunami, etc. by day's end. I'm saying: no. Opinions?
NEW Whoa! I'm in Java Joe's, downtown DM--on the damn internet! I knew this wireless crap would come in handy. This place is great, by the way--Goathead and I have been talking about coming here some night before a bar, to spend some sober time in a cool environment. It's got the best aspect of a bar--you can sit around as long as you like and buy just one drink, or no drinks, or a veggie burger, or a bagel, or a latte, or whatever the hell you want. And yes, they have newcastle. Thank God. Because I have one right now.
Alyssa is here, writing a letter. I am supposed to be writing a brilliant novel but am instead WRITING TO YOU PEOPLE! You'd better feel damned appreciated.
girlfriend saw it in the paper, or heard it from someone, or is a
superhero and senses these things, or something. So I'd like to send
an email or something at least—so, anyone know his email addy? And
would that be too—annoying? Like, here's some jackass who hardly knows
my mother offering vaguely general condolences? Hopefully not. Well,
ethics committee: rule.
Hmm. Hard to move on in a post after something like that.
The Rominger trip was good, and definitely made gooder by the
appearance of the funky jolt. Of course, it's old jolt in a new can;
Josh (KG) recommends the slogan "the original energy drink." Which is
pretty much accurate. But oh, the Rommysylum: anyone else notice that
something was weird about the ceilings and floors and walls in that
place? Like they were slightly off
, tilted just a little? It was like being in the head of an insane
character in a police drama. I kept waiting for the whole apartment to
slide off its frame and to the ground below.
While there we saw some guy walking his dog. Big guy, black cloth
coat, ballcap. From behind, it could have been Amish. Except Amish was
in the apartment too. Which makes me think that Amish has had so
much…experience with black book videos that his body's just gone
completely asexual, and he's going through some sort of
entire-organism mitosis. So Jack Daniel's stock will go up. But here:
how many Amish lookalikes are there in the Midwest? 10 at least? I
mean, close enough that from behind or maybe even head-on, after
growth of beard, they could look enough like him to make you
double-take. Well, wouldn't it be kickass if we could get those 10
together and dress them the same and have them swarm Kum and Go or
something? Damn, that would be incredible. I don't remember where I
was—Grinnell, maybe, or UNI—but more than one person told me my
doppelganger was about. So these things must be everywhere.
My coworkers are convinced that we will all be carried away by
tornado, tsunami, etc. by day's end. I'm saying: no. Opinions?
NEW Whoa! I'm in Java Joe's, downtown DM--on the damn internet! I knew this wireless crap would come in handy. This place is great, by the way--Goathead and I have been talking about coming here some night before a bar, to spend some sober time in a cool environment. It's got the best aspect of a bar--you can sit around as long as you like and buy just one drink, or no drinks, or a veggie burger, or a bagel, or a latte, or whatever the hell you want. And yes, they have newcastle. Thank God. Because I have one right now.
Alyssa is here, writing a letter. I am supposed to be writing a brilliant novel but am instead WRITING TO YOU PEOPLE! You'd better feel damned appreciated.
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