Have a seat.

I see the world in orange.

The worst thing about packing is that it leads to unpacking.

In an earlier Away Message I claimed: I am a big believer in Free Stuff.
Yet I hate packing, which is bad because it consists of being Free and having Stuff.
I’m not sure which the problem is: believe, or I am.

It has taken me 3 years for me to realize that this is just like junior year, last year was just like sophomore year, and 2 years ago was just like freshman year.

Indianapolis until Sunday. Free stuff, stuff, free. Then let everything make sense.

“Margin of error is not my fish.”

Please tell everyone your name, where you’re from, your favorite color, and a 7-10 minute summary of your ideal dissertation topic.

(And which stairwell of the Chase Park Plaza.)

A Game of 20 Rhetorical Questions
“1) What has the world come to?
2) How could you?
3) Are you crazy?
4) Why, Frank, why?
5) Can you blame him?
6) Why not?
7) Is that what you want?
8) Can’t you read?
9) That’s it?
10) What do you care?
11) Are you kidding?
12) Isn’t that nice?
13) Aren’t you the clever one?
14) Is that so?
15) You?
16) Me?
17) Her?
18) Wendy?
19) Her?
20) You call that a horse?

(Answer: a pony)”

“A[], where y’at? I wish you pick up the phone.
‘Cause I need my money straight up. I mean,
Do I got to come up to Pizza Hut?
Or do I need to meet you and my sister
Down there so we go to your babysitter?
Which one is it? I mean, call me back.
Let me know something. ‘Cause the way I feel,
I feel like you just trying to dupe me
Now. You and that little a-rab. So…
I ain’t gonna let that ride, though, you dig?
You need to call me back. <long pause>
That’s 50 bucks you owe me. Fuck, I know you.
I don’t want that. I want my money, man.”

[An audio version is available. Let me know if interested.]

If you need someone to tell you to not be a fool and give it a try: don’t be a fool and give it a try.

Disco ball, and dancing about it.

(Retro, active, raised.)

“I can’t do this all on my own…”

Scrubs is a strange mix of comedic and dramatic that I feel I perceived unintendedly. The reality of it beats down so unceasingly that it is impossible to not at least appreciate.

“Aw, damn. I missed the annual sleepover, didn't I? That wonderful time of year when you two crazy kids throw caution to the wind and make sweet elbowy love to each other."

I need a raise, a shower, and a nap.

Absolutely, naught.
On again, ‘off.
Blackjack, some other time.

“Let it be noted that even when no one else has class, G[] has class.”

I want a fake ID for my 21st birthday.

(Seriously.)

“I'm not going to be civil…”
Not happy.
“…I’m so gone…”
Keep coming back.
“…Did you hear about Vegas…”
Not this year.
“…A grey is starting to plague us / And it won’t be long…”
Almost over.
“…You just do what you do just to survive…”
Be lucky.
“…Holding out for something I can’t feel…”
Be independent.
“…Yes, and I’m so gone…”
A place where I can live.
“…My feet just drag me home…”

50 Euros : 50 Gyros :: Gyro House : Our House.

“Basically, whoever gets there first should order 3 gyros.”
That’s a good idea on principle.

“Someday we'll find it…”

Connections made, missed, found, lost, and broken.

“…And what do we think we might see…”

NYC until Monday. Taking suggestions for next week’s adventuire.

Wanderlusting on.

Shrinkwrapped, cubbyholed, databased

“Did you know that…”

“If you could…”

Scatterbrained.
Say something.
Saying something.

…finish other people’s sentences, would you use that power for good or evil?