“Family’s not going to like…”
I am a parent/I have a child
*I am a child/*I have a parent
“…But no one’s keeping score…”
I learned at a young age that if I didn’t lie, they’d take away my fun and games.
“…Don’t think I’ll tell you ‘bout the secret to victory…”
Communication must to better understand others, not to understand how to better get others to understand you.
“…Everyone should know more…”
I won’t translate. If they need me, they know how to reach me.
”…C4 in my pocket…”
My elbow awaits you.

“A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water…”

Ambition takes time.

“…It feels like a hundred years…”

I'll get back to you as soon as I don't have work or insomnia or a stomachache.

Richard 3. And yes, and yes.
Okay those yeses could correspond to anything, but okay, lol.
lol Pick your favorite 2.

Elephailure.

I'm disappointed in myself it took so long.

A[] was high-energy fretting about something at work, albeit harmlessly. I was like, it's okay, don't worry about it. She was like, no, I need to do this. I was like, okay, you can worry about it. She actually got it. I was impressed.

Reappraise the situation: past, future, present.

I think the teacher I used to want to be is my isolated soulmate.
No, no. It's not.
It scares me.
Worry not.
Oh, okay. It doesn't scare me.
<smiles>

I need to do laundry, so I won’t.

Sorry- and this is the least good excuse ever- I decided to cut off the legs of a pair of pants.
Are you kidding? That's an awesome excuse.
I just saw myself as like Van Gogh, artist who has to cut off his own ear. only one day got up, saw it was raining, didn't want to get pants wet, and after struggling with wardrobe for forty minutes, cut off the legs of her pants.

“I told R[] the truth.”
What was the occasion, or, it’s Wednesday?
“It’s Wednesday.”

“Who’s M[]?”
James Bond[]’s boss.

Preserving identification and anonymity is a delicate balance between generality and specificity. What does not depend on the individual can be abstracted to a generic first, second, and third persons. Those who heard can listen to the shoutout; the rest will substutite curiosity for vanity.

I’m pro-asking.
It’s like pro-choice.

If you ever need to show up on my doorstep, you don't even need to ask.

“Was it you I got into a discussion about Mounds/Almond Joy ads with?”
Maybe?
“And I didn't believe you that there was a part after the “Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't” bit. And you said there was.”
And I wikied it to proved you wrong?
“And I didn't believe you?”
Yes.
“So I just youtubed an ad. Congratulations, you were right. But it sounds ridiculous. “Mounds don't.” What kind of lyric is that?”
Spondaic.
“Oh, also, because my brother is having an existential crisis: Care to explain the difference between Michael Jackson and Keira Knightley? Apparently N[] can't figure it out.”
Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don't.

Stressed stressed / long long

“Like a piece to the puzzle that falls into place / You could tell how we felt…”

Seeing people who you’ve just seen, haven’t seen in too long, and just met.
Playing games you play well, are out of practice of, and just learned.
Doing what you always do, used to do, and then something completely new.

“…We were spinning in circles…”

There’s a critical difference between having too much to do and having not the time to do it.

“…We forgot where we were, and we lost track of time…”

What happened last night?
Morning began.

“…And we danced on into the night…”

Needs more ‘l’.

That’s really soid.

Start & Steak & Shake & Stop

Day 8
Human gets fresh scones
Mouse gets fresh bedding
Fish gets fresh bowl
Cat gets fresh litter
Cat tries to eat Mouse, but fails
Mouse tries to eat Mouse, but fails
Fish tries to take over world, but fails
Human enjoys long weekend

The sky is Calypso-colored.
(I just needed to tell someone.)

Current standings
1) Human
2) Cat
3) Fish
4) Mouse

Once upon a time it was known that everything was knowable. Understanding was a matter of time, and time was infinite. Once upon a time everything was known, except the future. And then one day it changed. You are not unique. You are not special. The brilliances that wove themselves into tapestries have become tattered and incomplete rags; the sun that rose to illuminate the multitude of shadow hits zenith at noon. And it is then that you realize what and how mothers of fathers and fathers of mothers have known and forgotten for ages and ages.

One day, you too will fade.

omgscones

“Here will be an old abusing of God’s patience and the King’s English.”

Sometimes fewer antics are needed.

“Is she dating G[]? Because, trust me, that would be a bad idea.”
<realizes the implications of what was just said>
“No, it's just, one time we were both drunk...”
<realizes the implications of what was just said>
Just stop right now. This story's not going to get better.

Inept.

“<looks over> Google it.”

“Please me / Please me / Stop at the store…”

And as I'm waiting there, I realize that I'd really like to make enchiladas. So I ditch her and do so.

“…Call me, text me, answer the phone / And make it…”

A bin of toothpaste boxes sat halfway down the candy aisle, like a postsecret whose caption would read, “I realize I don’t belong here. / (But then I wonder that maybe it’s here which doesn’t belong.)”

“…Shut up…”

“Held captive by orcs in Barad-Dur. Have been forced to watch “Flipper” over and over until give in and tell them where Ring is. Damn evil methods of torture refined over millennia. Will not give in. Will remain strong.”

Epic epic movie watching.

“Orcs have switched to repeat viewings of “The Faculty.” Cannot cope. Have told them where Ring is.”

Day 1
Human gets Fish
Human gets Mouse
Fish notices Cat
Cat notices Mouse
Cat tries to get Mouse
Cat falls down
Cat throws up
Human cleans up

In a previous Away Message I realized that I needed to have taken more classes with L[].
I didn’t realize that L[] also needed to have taken more classes with me.

Current standings
1) Fish
2) Mouse
3) Human
4) Cat

Cleaning things up.

LittleD[]’s little sister has assignment for BigD[] filed under things D[] wants to do but needs nudging from LittleL[]: buy a mango or avocado, enjoy.
BigL[]’s big brother was going to give some graduatorial words of wisdom to Big and LittleL[]s, but didn’t get time, but he realizes they don’t need it.
Big and LittleL[]s are smiling, bigly and littlely.

Say the things you want me to say yourself.

A shot across the Beau.

“What was that?”
“Challenge to a shotgun.”
“Ah. <pause> Is that that important?”
“Yes.”

Lindell : Forest Park Parkway :: PeopleMover : Space Mountain

“College teaches you how to show why given things are true, but not how to show that things are true, or come up with new true things.”

“The countdown starts…”

Corollary Theorem
Everyone should have 2 rules for life.

“…4, 3, 2, 1…”

“Did you mean: List of fictional monkeys”

I feel like something is wrong with the Internet when something cannot be found with it.

“To days of inspiration / Playing hooky, making something out of nothing / The need to express / To communicate / To going against the grain / Going insane / Going mad / To loving…”

There’s something about open gates.

“…Sisters? / We’re close / Brothers!…”

We are the most awesome people ever.

“…In honor of the death of Bohemia an impromptu salon will commence immediately…”

Sometimes, following a difficult decision between 2 desired options, there’s a feeling of regret or relief that signals too unambiguously which was right and which was wrong.

“…La vie boheme…”

The cuter the crying organ, the greater the pain.

Quarters.

Woke up at 3am
Water switched off
My happy team on Cash Cab got the double-or-nothing question wrong.

This is not going to be a good day.

This is worse than Vaughn.

Getting to the meat of the matter.

This kind of investigative reporting actually restores my faith in journalism a little.

“I did that not too long ago by immediately playing MOTION as soon as I found it on my rack without realizing my seventh tile was an E.”
PIC FAIL

Customer Appreciation Day -> Employee Appreciation Day

I want to be able eat pizza without it being a political statement.

I hesitate to long
To move along
From where I am but don’t belong
To where I wait too long.

The dandelion exists to be puffed away by the idle child. A species’s reproduction enables another’s.

“You see her / You can’t touch her…”

I fought this fight for over 5 years.

“…Never / Come back here again…”

”Inside this box is a vial of either a deadly poison or a vital antidote.”
Schrödinger’s deathtrap: you are simultaneously alive and dead.

A younger, squasheder-headed Calypso.

Scientology is as valid a religion as Neoplatonism and as valid a philosophy as psychotherapy.

It’s either allergies or swine flu.

One shouldn’t need to convince oneself that the correct answer is to spend a gorgeous afternoon lying in the park. For nature isn’t a jerk, passive-aggressively blaming others for its own failings.

On a scale of 1-10, with

1 = I hope you have an excuse for not seeing this so I can stab you and steal your excuse to get out of attending;
2 = I've seen better performances put on by KARL and MPR;
3 = it might be a decent play but it stands for everything you loathe;
4 = flip a coin;
5 = if you can get in for free (and I know you can), go for it;
6 = yeah, it's worth seeing;
7 = yeah, it's worth seeing and I'm not just saying that because the PAD has a gun to my head and is telling me to tell all my friends or they'll shoot please tell my sister I love her;
8 = I feel your aura would appreciate it
9 = seriously, see it, and talk others into going;
10 = I will hunt you down and kill you if you do not attend;

where does Mother Courage fall?

Partial attendance counts.

For such a small person, you cast a huge shadow.

Oppression is a plague, but you take it out of your own cup.

I don't need friends to do the job of enemies for me.

hm I already picked up mail today.
The postman always rings twice?
Is that by Hitchcock?
I was going to say Norman Mailer, but that might just be Postman -> Mailer.
I just thought Norman Bates, but that’s Norman Mailer -> Bates.
And Norman Bates -> Hitchcock.

Free cone day. The best things in life aren’t.

I’d like 0 orders of beef lo mein, but without vegetables. And hold the rice, but make it brown.

Obama and Chavez shake hands, and diplomatic, economic, and geopolitical stances are all hyperexamined as part of a new era.

Obama and Chavez shake hands, and thousands of miles away I have to look up a book (“Open Veins of Latin America”) risen to #2 on amazon.

“It’s the same old song…”

“And flew back to Phoenix to finish the year as it started…”

Rising from ashes, one line traced from the previous to the next, a trail of dactyls leaping forth in rules of 3. That’s the limit: it can’t be the same, it can’t be any more. One knows exactly where one is, what one looks like, and can tell it to anyone one wants.

Mario 1, not 3: you can’t go back.

“…When I said, ‘I hate what I've become’, I lied: I hated who I was…”

Why would I ever not get the confetti.

“This is like an experience I never had.”

Chocolate goat cheese takes exactly like you wouldn’t expect, because it tastes exactly like chocolate and exactly like goat cheese.

“Today seems like a good day to burn a bridge or two…”

Sometimes the realization of finality just explodes like microwaved water.

“…Nothing to see, show’s over: people, just move along…”

“The third one is when you want something overpoweringly <grunt>. The second has the hotness of Eowyn. And the first one is the first one.”

First and foremost.

Pirates 3 was no The First One.
Shrek 3 was also no The First One.

Apologies for the childishness, but it is intended in good fun.

This is EmpTyger. I'm being... vigilant.

Watched Sunshine Cleaners. Pathological liars trying to find honest work.

“I love you. And I love you. And I’m glad you’re around.”

Flourless cake, flowerless fire.

“…I want something else to get me through this / Semi-charmed kind of life…”

“This Is Not a Game” is a perfect suspense for nights requiring an extra hour of insomniacal activity. Save for the negated chapter titles, it is not witty or clever, nor intellectual or philosophical. It is plot; like the enjoyment of a recap of a game, it is sufficient to provide enjoyment.

Sorry, we’re having a slight rabbinic dispute here.

Italian ThinkBread: because matzah was too Jewish.

I think we got all the plagues. Can we check them in the back of the haggadah?
Only the odd ones.

Why is this night different from all other nights?
On all other nights we eat all kinds of vegetables, but on this night we eat wasabi.
On all other nights we do not dip even once, but on this night we dip rolls into wasabi, and edamane into soy sauce.
On all other nights we dine either sitting upright or reclining, but on this night we eat lying on the floor.

On all other nights we eat matzah.
On this night we eat sushi.

The time has come, the walrus said, goo goo g’joob.

Color coordinated.

True blue.

Skim milk is not supposed to change color.

Milk teas are tealike when warm, and milky when cold.

It’s like drinking the leftover milk in a cereal you really like.

No Shame tonight: 10pm Women’s Building, Olin 2.
Get the message.

“FIRST SAVED MESSAGE”
or
“SINCE I’VE KNOWN YOU”
two twenty-one-act plays in one scene
adapted for the stage by
DANNY BRAVMAN
for
NO SHAME THEATRE
at
WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY
in
SAINT LOUIS
on
APRIL 3, 2009
starring
A GUY
A GIRL
and featuring the voice of
SATHYA SRIDHARAN

Will not autograph today’s Studlife [p.3].

Washington University’s economic situation plummeted to a record low as the fallout from the “textbook bubble” meltdown continued…

Too lame for words.

A pony walks into a bar and coughes several times. The bartender asks him, "Are you alright?" The pony says, "Yeah… I'm just a little hoarse."

I ran into L[] post-hangover this morning.
That sounds like you were post-hangover, which I know you weren’t.
It also sounds like L[] was post-hangover, which I know she wasn’t.

Schnarticle was already cool before it turned into a Clooney location shoot.

I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen you sober.
“I don’t remember the last time I saw you, drunk.”

Parking break.

“Raindrops keep falling on my head…”

Heading into the rain. Eins zwei dry.

First there was snow mixed in with rain. Then there was rain mixed in with rain. Finally, they added some of that rain/rain mixture to itself.

“This is a sketch…”

“Important Things with Demetri Martin” reflects everyday humor. Clever, intelligent, quirky; at its best insightful, at its worst awkward.

If you’ve done something wrong and need to flee the country without having prepared a fake identity, you’ve done something wrong.

“A trespassing was reported March 9 after a subject would not leave the driveway of a neighbor. When confronted by police the trespasser said, "I get a better view of the sunset from this location." After officers advised him he would have a very limited view of the sunset from jail, he complied and moved back to his property.”

A sunset needs proper vantage to be enjoyably watched.

“Abe [...] was reincarnated as a lobster."
I think I’m done.
Done done?
No. Just done.

Quick fix.

Actually, it's interesting, in a not-going-to-read-it-right-now kind of way.
I'm still not sure which you're not reading til later.
Oh, neither, but for different reasons. Rather, both. That was less unconfusing than I could have made it.
So was that.

Disturbing implies well done. It’s just weird.

Eating and still being hungry is a waste of a meal.

Locating a cure for cancer is difficult.

It’s like that time Alias got preempted.

Some people hate those who have no facade. Some people hate those who have only facade. The appropriate level of human interaction probably lies somewhere in the middle.

It’s like I think, therefore I’m in touch with reality.
Or I think, therefore I’m not.

Many happy returns.

Seeking 4-leaved luck.

Nothing to celebrate.

Experience is the best teacher, until it stabs you in the back.

“Whereas Pi can be approximated as 3.14, and thus March 14, 2009, is an appropriate day for National Pi Day: Now, therefore, be it Resolved,

That the House of Representatives-

(1) supports the designation of a 'Pi Day' and its celebration around the world…”

“Come gather ‘round, people…”

Watched Watchmen. I would have more appreciated it were I to appreciate the 70s more; likewise the voice-over, with the comic book genre. The story considers different aspects of authority distinct from identity, which is almost satirized behind masks. As illogical, as overcautious, as fascistically unethical, as hyperobjectively unemotional, as passionately idealistic, as defiantly paranoid: forms of vigilantism evolving through time. The abundance of scenes in overpowering rain fit nicely.

“…And accept it, that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone…”

75F when left at 6pm, 36F + windchill when returned at midnight.
I wasn’t sure what to wear even before the 1/3 inch of rain and 24 mph winds meantime made it moot.

Buy American: sniff markers.

Lie: content without accuracy.
Tautology: accuracy without content.

XP: do not feed to Cyclops

My laptop has an uncanny ability to detect the onset of nice days on which to stop working, probably to try to force me to go outside, unaware that (a) it’s a laptop so I could take it outside if it were working and (b) I then have to spend time inside dealing with tech support.

"Come take a look…"
Go and seek.
"…Don't really care who ends up getting hurt…"
Desperate.
"…Judgment versus instinct…"
Think I should. Feel I should.
"…Answer me this / Yes, all I have is questions…"
How?
"…Can't slip away and hide behind a false truth…"
Tried both twice.
"…Still standing here now…"
Standing still.
"…Did I see you laughing / Yeah, funny, it's not me…"
Tried both twice.
"…A sign that I'm still me / I'm still breathing…"
Standing, still.

What goes around comes around to Mudd MPR at 9pm freely tonight.

Nonfiction : indicative :: fiction : subjunctive

“Marching into the syncopated…”

The world is getting colder.

“…It’s all we know…”

Sleep schedule.

Fitfully and agonizingly hunting for a voyage.

“Like the ravenous Cyclops, snark sees with one eye. And then it complains that other people lack dimensions.”

“American Gods” portrays immigration as culture, religion as deception, but also fate as manipulation. Its narrative failings complement its philosophical heights, but also vice versa. For both religion and literature require some degree of suspension of disbelief; the intersection is appropriately mythology.

“Things I’ve Learned from Women Who’ve Dumped Me” is 4 parts comedy, 1 part wisdom. That doesn’t factor in the fraction of the essays which unfortunately fail, nor the percentage discount for purchasing it.

Breakup breakdown.

I would have given her Sims2 if I loved or hated her more, to either present her something she wanted or to ruin her life. But instead, I just didn’t care.

Categorical imperative.

How about, no one gets put in concentration camps?

When I think about the future I live in the past.
When I don’t think about the future I live in the present.