A Tasty Pool of Brine

This is how I usually type a blog post: at work, I open an old report, jam the cursor somewhere in the middle, and just start typing. It looks like

average wage was $12.45; in May, the average wage was HOOOOOOOOOLY SHIT! I JUST INJECTED STRAIGHT EVERCLEAR INTO MY KNEECAPS! Most jobs will be found in the private sector..


And tonight I almost sent my little cursor sailing off to Word for just this purpose. And then I remembered--I'm at home. It's scary. I'm being conditioned.

So the new buttonless apple mouse sounds pretty cool. But really, for $50, I'd rather they just implanted a control device in my brain, to be. Holy shit, imagine how quickly you could minimize unsavory documents or web pages in the workplace--set up a panic mechanism that minimizes all marked windows when fear courses through your mind--

I have become extremely fond--in almost a sexual way--of dashes in my writing. Not that you probably care...

Oh! Two Bits of Culinary News:

1) A dinner of kidney beans is not nearly as bad as you might think.

2) I just snorted a mouthful of Rockstar into my sinuses.

Tonight I came in from running. It was about six-thirty and I was soaked in sweat, it was dripping off my face. The landlord was in the hall talking to someone and he turned and started this bigass conversation with me.

"Do you go to Iowa State?"

"Nah, I went to U. of Northern Iowa."

"U. of Iowa, huh? Well, do you go to Iowa State now?"

Etc. I hope he enjoys cleaning up the pool of brine at my feet!