Hey Gang!
Man, I tell ya, you watch some TV and you're sure you're gonna end up with a tumor or at least some priest raping you; television can be tough. I do like House for some sick reason, he reminds me of me, yikes! Okay gotta turn this stuff off and get Stoopid again, helps keep me happy :) ...for realz. A scholar once told me that it was the "reggaeliciousness" of the thing that keeps you happy.
Man, I tell ya, you watch some TV and you're sure you're gonna end up with a tumor or at least some priest raping you; television can be tough. I do like House for some sick reason, he reminds me of me, yikes! Okay gotta turn this stuff off and get Stoopid again, helps keep me happy :) ...for realz. A scholar once told me that it was the "reggaeliciousness" of the thing that keeps you happy.
I trust that theory.
So, once again The Tip of the Day!
An oldy, but excellent tip:
When in a hurry to get ready for a house party and you're out doing the yard and the kitchen looks pretty good except for the floor, AVOID THIS! I opened up the door at the end of our long kitchen and quasi-reasonably thought, "I'll just blow this shit right out the door." So I took the gas-powered leaf blower (mega-watt I'm sure knowing my ExII), and blew the floor. All the dander, dust and leaves tracked in, did just as expected and blew out the door, however, you will never imagine how much dusty greasy gunk is under the fridge and stove and counters... Blew all the yucky, dusty, old crap up onto the walls AND STUCK! Ten times the cleaning, yet quite funny party with furry walls (okay, I really cleaned it off and the goers never knew).
Okay, so the pic says it all, I am no longer afraid of trying to enjoy the pink while balancing, say what, reality? tea at night? some alternate to major medication? Wait... need some tea with cream, or better yet, "a spot of milk." :)
Tea is delicious, tastes like dirt and a tree, with a doe-eyed cow glancing. But must say I was a tad confused at the paasta sucking that G. referred to when I told him that all the coworkers INSISTED that we go eat food at the Italian place rather than the culinary festival. What the hell is paasta? And why do we have to suck it? I suppose I am WAY too American and he too Austrailian but still, isn't spaghetti, spaghetti? And I don't even think of eating spaghetti with a firsttime diner friend, unless I get a lot of dares and maybe some cash to support that reality. Donations can be sent directly to my paypal account :)
So! The only thing left to say is that officially this is our second date, 'cause that is the date when people eat food! G has a slightly different perspective and calls it our Pi date, some reference to somehow past the 3rd date, say 3.14159 date, as best as I recall, and it WAY is...
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