Thursday, July 01, 2004
Bright hasn’t blogged lately! Blog baby blog! Mich has. Good work Michy.
This morning walking into the office there were snapdragons stockpiled outside. I love snapdragons! The years that I planted “my” garden in the backyard, I made sure to have a bunch of snapdragons. They made me happy to see this morning.
Add Sharapova to my crossover list. Maria (or Charlize, for that matter), if you’re reading this, please do get in touch. I find it hard to root for her over Davenport…but she is hot.
In other news, I’m not sure if I ever knew that that was root not route before. Thanks, dictionary.com.
Just read about this dude who had hiccups since last Thanksgiving. They just came up with an implanted device to stimulate his vagus nerve, which is what you stimulate when you hold your breath, drink water backwards, etc. After having hiccups for three days straight a few years ago, these stories always interest me.
I love the beer Europe vs. wine Europe analogy, Mich. It’s quite good! Props to the prof.
Yay for doctors who give me antibiotics and codeine. I still feel and sound awful, but I got four hours of uninterrupted sleep last night before waking up hacking, but then I got lots more fitful sleep. Those precious four hours are awesome though!!! Hopefully I won’t fall asleep today. (Yes, on Tuesday I did fall asleep in my chair, and woke up as I was falling out. I didn’t actually fall, but I thought I was falling, and that woke me up pretty quickly. Luckily no one was in the office and I don’t think they’d’ve cared anyhow—I was pretty down and out that day! Thank you codeine.)
Great New York moment: I’m walking down 7th, and see every guy’s head turning to STARE at this woman walking in front of me. From the back, I could tell she had a nice body, tanned legs, long bleached white blond hair to her butt, a tiny jean skirt, and a tight white tank. But attractive did not account for the fact that every passing man’s mouth dropped to the floor and stayed there. Taxis drove by her honking and waving and screaming, person after person on the sidewalk just turned and stared after her. At this point I’m wondering if she’s a famous porn star or something (she still may be for all I know). So, curious, I walk faster, listening to her awful voice haranguing about something on her cell as she ignores the devotions around her, and catch up, to find myself looking at the largest breasts I’ve ever seen on a human being of that size. It looked like she ought to have had a crane holding them up—but they were pretty clearly standing up like no real boob ever has! I feel my own mouth drop, looked away, and snickered because a) I had the same guppy look on my face as the surrounding men and b) in amusement that anything so fake could attract so much attention. Dude, I could put traffic cones under my shirt too. Just ain’t that exciting if they’re made of plastic! So I’m biting my lips to keep from smiling, and this guy walking next to me makes eye contact. He leans over at the crosswalk and says, “So, think they’re real?” I FELL over laughing. Redeeming men all over the world, he said, “I just don’t get it. That’s not attractive!” I told him he’d read my mind, and we bid each other a good day as we went our separate directions. I thought it was great.
OK. Definitely need to start working now. But I may be back.
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This morning walking into the office there were snapdragons stockpiled outside. I love snapdragons! The years that I planted “my” garden in the backyard, I made sure to have a bunch of snapdragons. They made me happy to see this morning.
Add Sharapova to my crossover list. Maria (or Charlize, for that matter), if you’re reading this, please do get in touch. I find it hard to root for her over Davenport…but she is hot.
In other news, I’m not sure if I ever knew that that was root not route before. Thanks, dictionary.com.
Just read about this dude who had hiccups since last Thanksgiving. They just came up with an implanted device to stimulate his vagus nerve, which is what you stimulate when you hold your breath, drink water backwards, etc. After having hiccups for three days straight a few years ago, these stories always interest me.
I love the beer Europe vs. wine Europe analogy, Mich. It’s quite good! Props to the prof.
Yay for doctors who give me antibiotics and codeine. I still feel and sound awful, but I got four hours of uninterrupted sleep last night before waking up hacking, but then I got lots more fitful sleep. Those precious four hours are awesome though!!! Hopefully I won’t fall asleep today. (Yes, on Tuesday I did fall asleep in my chair, and woke up as I was falling out. I didn’t actually fall, but I thought I was falling, and that woke me up pretty quickly. Luckily no one was in the office and I don’t think they’d’ve cared anyhow—I was pretty down and out that day! Thank you codeine.)
Great New York moment: I’m walking down 7th, and see every guy’s head turning to STARE at this woman walking in front of me. From the back, I could tell she had a nice body, tanned legs, long bleached white blond hair to her butt, a tiny jean skirt, and a tight white tank. But attractive did not account for the fact that every passing man’s mouth dropped to the floor and stayed there. Taxis drove by her honking and waving and screaming, person after person on the sidewalk just turned and stared after her. At this point I’m wondering if she’s a famous porn star or something (she still may be for all I know). So, curious, I walk faster, listening to her awful voice haranguing about something on her cell as she ignores the devotions around her, and catch up, to find myself looking at the largest breasts I’ve ever seen on a human being of that size. It looked like she ought to have had a crane holding them up—but they were pretty clearly standing up like no real boob ever has! I feel my own mouth drop, looked away, and snickered because a) I had the same guppy look on my face as the surrounding men and b) in amusement that anything so fake could attract so much attention. Dude, I could put traffic cones under my shirt too. Just ain’t that exciting if they’re made of plastic! So I’m biting my lips to keep from smiling, and this guy walking next to me makes eye contact. He leans over at the crosswalk and says, “So, think they’re real?” I FELL over laughing. Redeeming men all over the world, he said, “I just don’t get it. That’s not attractive!” I told him he’d read my mind, and we bid each other a good day as we went our separate directions. I thought it was great.
OK. Definitely need to start working now. But I may be back.
