Sometimes I Worry

Sometimes when [name deleted] is the last person I spoke to before going to sleep and is the first person I'm going to see now that I'm up, I worry that [name deleted] and I might be spending too much time together.

At least it doesn't seem to me like we are, or ever do, but I think that there might be applicable social rule. Now you don't see me rushing to look up that rule.

not to my recollection.

However, I do recall heeding the natural sorting of the leaves into random piles at the abandoned Ford-McGraw plant: phusimorphism?

Matlock ain nothin to f^&*;> with

Basically, I would describe my personality as the Wu Tang clan meets Matlock.

Wo-HOO!

No fines
No tickets
No points
No court date

hmmm

I wonder what would happen if Grendel got in a fight with some dementors.

some girls

Did you know that some girls view their friends as boring placeholders to pass the time before they get a boyfriend? And he's always a mook, but she adores him, and she wears this revolting yellow ribbon in her hair that bounces as she carries out a festive snack tray while he and his buddies play poker.

Nothing makes me quite so sick as watching an All-American ponytail girl babying her mooky boyfriend.

cerebrovascular accident

I think that I may have sustained permanent brain damage during the bus ride through PA. But how can this be? Now, if my brain really were damaged, how come my newfound illiteracy is miraculously cured by Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix?

Spoiler: Ron Weasley attacked by giant brain in Book V.

It's strange what brings me peace. The sound of the gate smacking the house brings me peace. The word "yacky" brings me peace. Clipping out matted hair extensions especially brings me peace. It's not like in the upanishads.

secret

I'm skipping out of conference panel prep to take my first walk in Clark Park in the spring. Hopefully fjr's super-arch-enemy does not have the same idea.

reverse psychology

You know, if I ever do have children, I've decided not to try to influence them on matters of faith. Nope. Because I know, for example, that my mom is going to want to take them to Mass [ie Catholic Church]. And that's fine with me. They can go and listen about the Israelites and the Canaanites and the Pamphalet Rack in the Vestibule.

And then, on the way home, I'll say: "Well, I bet you've had enough religion for one day -- so I'm not going to bore you with a story about Hanuman the talking monkey".