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July 12, 2002

I'm so tired of cowards who say they want...

I'm reading Bee Season. Is that an Oprah book, does anyone know? It's certainly popular enough.

Anyway, the point is it's sucking me in as no book has in a long time. I read for an hour before work this morning and when I finished, my brain had that pleasantly satiated feeling your body gets after a workout. But this is not a hard book. I think it's just the effect of putting all my concentration into one thing; it's an addictive feeling. Maybe I should start concentrating intensely on everything I do. Don't be surprised if, next time you talk to me, I am gazing at you with the single-minded stare of a serial killer.

Yesterday I was talking to that boy MATT HOLOHAN about how Berkeley has become for both of us a minefield of ex-romances. Well last night I stepped on a mine, so if I'm looking a little shrapnel-ish, now you know why. The worst conversation in the history of chat is the "Why why why" conversation. Mind you when it's me getting the boot, I am the master of this talk, and in fact managed to make it last for three months with the Sicilian. Bjork says "If you forget my name, you will go astray like a killer whale choked in a bay." Well, he will never forget me at least. I will live on in his nightmares.

My minefield is laid out like this:

Avoid Brewed Awakening after 9:30 on weekdays.
Avoid the couches at Brewed Awakening every morning.
Avoid Nefeli during the day, and in the evenings on Tuesday and Wednesday.
Avoid Jupiter like the plague.
Avoid Thelassa except on Tuesday and Wednesday nights.
Avoid I-House in the evenings.

Mainly I just cower in my house like a crabbit (props if you get the reference), and frankly that seems to be working out for me. Except for tomorrow when I'm going to Stinson and I'll see you there.

Posted by didofoot at July 12, 2002 10:56 AM

Comments

Poor Kristen and all her lovers. So sad to be so beautiful and young. Wait, that made me sound old and bitter. Wait, I *AM* old and bitter.

love you, punkin

Posted by: tracy at July 12, 2002 11:36 AM

Lovers?

More like *haters*!

Hoo!

Posted by: didofoot at July 12, 2002 11:46 AM

let me just say that i'm glad not only to have been mentioned by name in today's post, but also in all caps as my RELENTLESS ARROGANCE requires.

chills, i tell you. "why, why, why" is truly a wisdom tooth extraction of a conversation. thanks for the flashback.

we'll have to go minesweeping before i get my battle-scarred self out of this greater metropolitan area.

also, i see i've got other people offering props for references. yesterday's reference was from dune, in case anyone hasn't forgotten.

i'm training the new guy! i'm sooooooo out of here!

Posted by: tokamack at July 12, 2002 11:54 AM

comments by request!

did it ever occur to anyone that the guy who drew that famous optical illusion was just really bad at drawing forks?

should i be upset by the fact that my final paycheck wasn't increased by the extra three days i worked, especially considering that my first paycheck was for two weeks when i had only worked two days?

who the hell is rohit to express distasteful surprise at the u.s. news ranking of my chosen law school? IT'S A TOP 20 SCHOOL, GOD DAMN IT!!!

i've waisted my life.

okay, these are questions and not so much comments. but think of them as rhetorical questions rife with commentary, like "what time is it?"

my confidence in the correctness of my use of the word "rife" just then is approximately 63%, but that's my story and i'm sticking to it.

Posted by: tokamack at July 12, 2002 03:03 PM

and another thing...

here's today's ranomly flipped-to definition from Stedman's Medical Dictionary.

ahem.

extratar'sal. 1. Outside of, having no relation to, the tarsus. 2. On the outer side of the tarsus.

sheesh. *i* could have told you that. tune in next week to find out what the tarsus is!

i'm on FIRE!

Posted by: tokamack at July 12, 2002 03:05 PM

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