As soon as the play ended, 4 freshmen guys turned to a freshman girl sitting by them and proceded to use her plaid jacket as a visual aid for their discussion of en passant and otherwise ignore her.

Two characters in search of a mate.

“One thing I wasn’t quite sure about: what was the significance of the man who entered and asked, ‘Is this the Hotch?’?”

Take take make make.

Here goes nothing.

Scientific research data should more often receive extreme outliers of giant squid. And not just scientific research data.

"I was putting the groceries away, and I realized I picked up a bag with a giant squid in it by mistake."
"The car in front of me stopped short, and I got rear-ended by a giant squid."
"I had saved some leftover pepperoni pizza for lunch, but a giant squid ate it."

You : Sims :: Me : Milk tea

“OOGA chacka OOGA OOGA…”

I felt sort of embarrassed because normal people are seeing their baby, and all excited. But I was seriously teeming with enthusiasm over my kidney.
Aw, you should give birth to a baby spleen!
I tried to restrain myself. It was pretty sweet. They move a lot, like jello beans.
lol In my mind it's like the Ally McBeal dancing baby, only a dancing spleen.

“…Keep it up, girl…”

Went to Disneyworld and lawschool, unzeugmatically.

Which makes me fuzzy. The teddy-bear kind, not the too-much-benadryl kind.

Some days it’s good to remember not to burn bridges. That may be the only good part of today.

Prop up.

You sound sad. Turn on Fox right now: there’s a show with Victor Garber and Jessalyn Gilsig.
Right answer.
I know, right.
It doesn’t just have Victor Garber. It has and Victor Garber.

Our power is to hate
Ourselves and fate,
Unfolding untold, so we wait
Dazed in our aimless state.

Sars : wiki :: BP : DVD

Out of the frying pan into the fire.

Steep fall.

Saw 9. I wanted to play in that world, where heavy and numerological symbolism is what it means to be human.

        
          

Like movies seen a long time ago, the concept is remembered but not the details.

“What you were saying about postmodernism, deconstruction, and the overabundance of entertainment option, it got me to thinking: that opening to Ghostbusters, when all the cards fly out of the catalog. How’d you do that?”

Dream pets die if one’s real self doesn’t feed them.

I don't have a set, but pre-orientations start soon. We find 30 incoming freshmen, tell them they're doing an icebreaker, and take them to a parking lot with 2 adjacent rows of 12 empty spots. (Title: "Welcome to College". Alt-text: "Ultimate frisbee was created when two Columbia upperclassman wanted to play tiddly-winks.")

Blot it out.

“I’m not feeling alright today…”
Wish could basement, though no right to rant.
“…Take you out to lunch / Now / I just want to play…”
Know the answer to this problem.
“…I don’t want to go to sunset strip / I don’t want to feel the emptiness…”
Even so, it should not be this hard.
“…Sheep go to heaven / Goats go to hell…”

Thai pizza : Loop :: Crepes : CWE

“We are young / Heartache to heartache we stand…”

One should know why one fights, even if not what for.

“We were chosen for our youth, our stamina, and our inability to say no.”

All I did was that one word, so all I am is that one word.

What is a Chevy, a levee? It could be anything. A was brought to B, but B was C. But, more than that, Chevy rhymes with levee. Chevy and levee belong together. It is disappointing to find that, instead of them being together, levee runs off with dry. It is not known why dry is bad, but it is, and it doesn't matter. There’d be just as much disappointment if it were told that the levee were wet. The Chevy is important, until the levee is heard of, and then the Chevy is forgotten.

Words are just words, even if they sound good.

I guess it doesn't make complete nonsense. Effort does get rewarded; it's not only about results. If the results were out of my control, then why should that be held against me? But, it feels wrong. Because it feels right, and that's not the way the world should work.

Thoughts on integrity.

Let today’s lesson be: don’t be parmesan cheese.

The best things in life are free, but there are some things I’d pay for.

I’ll give you Sudetenland, but I draw the line at Poland. And by at I mean through.

Bait and switch.

“Working like a dog for the boss man / Working for the company…”

SimTower, while not receiving the recognition of its prominent kindred, nevertheless stokes the memories of childhood. For the many ways which it is deficient to SimCity and The Sims do not diminish the simplistic wonder of wandered stairwells, ascended elevators, and kaleidiscopal urban escapism.

“…Really need a girl like an open book / To read between the lines…”

I just had a yellow sim, but I am neither awesome nor modest enough to comment.

“…Love in an elevator…”

Don’t let education get in the way of learning.

Unlock learning.

“We learn one thing from history: it makes us sad.”

Too old for some things.

“Please bring your final registers to your purchases at this time.”

I can sniff out free pizza in 4 dimensions.

Unlocking lines.

“…and nothing since H[] ended…”
H[]?
<smugly> “Oh, did you not know about H[]?”
No, I knew about you and H[],but I was feigning that I didn’t know what you hadn’t yet told me for the sake of seeing what stories you’d finally decide to tell me.
<laughter replaced by shock replaced by admiration> “For that, I’m paying for dinner.”

It’s like how in movies or TV shows, everything happens at the same time.

There’s a skill to making pancakes. I lack it. It’s almost comical.
One of my deepest secrets- this is up there with that and that and that- is that I don’t know how to make pancakes. Not so much don’t know how, but never have.

Except without the incredulity of coincidence.

“One day I will make perfect pancakes. And they will be good.”
Not only is that a great sentiment, but suddenly the past 2 hours make sense. Well, to me at least. You might be still confused, but if you have 2 out of 3 of {K[], good pancakes, inevitable hangovers} I think you'll be alright.

Let me text this burning secret so we can trade numbers.
“I might have already I given you mine?”
<checks> Yep. Well, here’s mine. <dials the already given number>
“<puzzled by phone not ringing>”
“Hello?”
Well, this is interesting. See, I met this funny cute girl, and apparently she gave me a phony number. What a bitch.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
<hangs up> Looks like you transposed 2 digits.

Phonicus Rex meets Answerusaurus.

It’s a sun-loving fungus that can throw itself over a cow.

“Turn me on…”
I don’t know what I want, and I know what I don’t want.
I document the changes, and change the documentation.
I demonstrate the moves, and move the demonstration.
“…And turn me up…”
I go everywhere.
I do everything.
I live forever.
“…And turn me loose…”
I live in the rush.
I am a whirlwind.
I have a empty house at the corner of today and the past.
“…I am alive…”
I never grow old.
I never grow young.
I want to move.

“Smoothed over like milk…”

Foiled again.

“…Seeing only what was bad / When you tried to feed me…”

hey!!
Hey! (1 !)
1?!
Okay, I'll give you another ! Hey!!
Ohhhh. I couldn't tell what the ! referred to.
The ! referred to a !. It was not a pronounial !.

!

!!!! (in case of emergency)
heh I'll keep them in my pocket.

Serpents twist in biblical gardens, snakes around mystics’ staffs. The human eye sees the spindling strands and cannot comprehend the nature of the aberration before it, limbless wonder terrifyingly fascinating. The seeking of dimensional variance gets jarringly halted by a unidimensional monster. There is no body, no identification, no point of reference once the middle is grabbed, perhaps an inch from the end or perhaps to continue tortuously into labyrinthine coils, a predatory trail that might culminate in a tail, or a venomously fanged head, or simply extend into infinity.

I hate measuring spaghetti portions.

It starts with a b and ends with a q and has an archarts in the in the middle.

Visiting W[] is a lot like going to GenCon, in that it will be fun and I can’t do it this weekend.

Mums the word.

I’m feeling *confrontational*.

Clock in, lock out.

She realized she was trying to put circles into squares, and I was neither.

Saw $9.99, an Israeli/Australian claymation, none of which involve the movie’s essence. In a way that needs no discussion of why, the movie is good. Ending precisely at the scene when I hoped it would certainly counts as an identifiable facet.

Free kittens almost sounds like a good idea.

Tax e-service.

It’s a cross between Labor Day and Christmas.

Cereal Mexican Schnucks visual zeugma.

[I think I may like, almost as much as what this identifies, how 5 seemingly unrelated bizarrely random words indeed does identify something.]

Birthday wall posters are an interestingly accurate subsection.

“I want to run / I want to hide…”

Instructing someone to meet at the walnut tree, becomes at the street of the Walnut, becomes on Walnut Street. But then the entire process evolves: the location becomes the famous person who was once there, becomes some person who gave money, becomes some guy to be honored for some unrelated reason. Names beget names. Numbers become cardinal, not ordinal. Words are chosen out of Scottish mists, just as forgotten.

“…Where the streets have no name…”

My 8 year old heart wanted an elephant. It still does. And still might be 8 years old.
The elephant? It grew along with you?
hm I wonder if the elephant is still 8 years old, or whether it’s… <doing math> Oh, this is embarrassing. I'm trying to figure out how old an 8 year old elephant when I was 8 years old would be today. And then I realized, after trying to do some math, it would be my age. And then I still didn't know how old that was.

Regenerate: the older and younger I get, the younger and older I become.

“Will you be my Facebook boyfriend? Sent from my iPhone.”
You have an iPhone? And by ‘You’ I mean ‘Your brother’. And by ‘have’ I mean ‘has’. And by ‘an’ I mean ‘your’. And by ‘?’ I mean ‘.’.

The trip was made in the first 2 hours, with frogwalking.

We’ve made the life of frog one step better.
…One giant leap for frogkind?

Fresh seafood and good cards. The only thing missing is a laundry-folding/Dr. Horrible-watching party.

2 roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I wonder why I say they don’t converge.

We should hang out soon.

We should hang out soon.

“The hot summer night fell like a net / I've got to find…”

I’d been unsuccessfully wanting to rewatch this for over 10 years, the initial burst that surged forth into fandom that ebbed into nostalgic despair about how it used to be.

“…I've got it bad, and I've got it good…”

A well written TV show is like life.
Life is like a badly written TV show.

It’s the way it should be.

“…Doctor, doctor, give me the news / I’ve got a bad case of loving you…”

I’m not surprised that they didn’t learn anything from the impromptu Chinese carry-out picnic.
I’m a little disappointed that they didn’t even learn that it’s okay to take carry-out to a picnic.

Don't even ask about the tuna night.
That's not fair.
Thank you. That conclusion is never reached on one's own here.
How can you allude to something called the tuna night and say I can't ask about it?

Renegade

I instinctively reject the expression cornball, only because I hear it a noun, not an adjective; the expression corny is used instead for that purpose. Yet on exploration, it appears that the y and ball phonemes may be equivalent: why not basey, footy, or rugball?

I think I draw the line at Danball.

“IMPORTANT NOTICE REGARDING YOUR LSAC ACCOUNT:
Starting in 2010, the US Department of Education will be requiring significant changes in the way educational institutions collect and report race/ethnicity data. Accordingly, on July 19, 2009, LSAC changed the race/ethnicity designation in your LSAC account. Your previously reported ethnicity, Caucasian/White, has been changed to the subcategory Other Caucasian/White under the category Caucasian/White. Please log in to your LSAC account to view/update your race/ethnicity designation. Additional categories have been added, and you may select multiple categories.”

A matter of importance.

I believe an error has been made. Depsite reading this notice several times, I cannot find anything which comes close to being important.

Honorary engineer.

“You belong to the gang / And you say you can't break away / But I'm here…”

This is an allegory, but I really wish it were a song lyric.

There is a country where the people are starving and miserable. They dream of emigration and refuge. An adviser goes to inform the government of the people's misery and flight, but the goverment will only repeat, "Not so! We really love the people, and we do everything for their best! You may spin it your way, but in fact the country thrives.".

The meats and cheeses I had gotten used to were not in the same places, this place I had gotten used to had changed. And yet...

Thinking back on it now, it does feel a little surreal.

Tonight, taking cat litter out to the dumpster behind my apartment, I pass by 2 people, late-20s neighbors who I'd never met before, who are sprawled out on blankets in the backyard. And by way of unnecessary apology for invading my lawn, they invite me to join them, for they are about to start playing Clue. And with another joining us, the 4 of us play until midnight.

I feel so disillusioned. It’s because we never had the there’s no Santa Claus moment.

Ironic twist.

So what is it?
It’s a you’re weak, get over it.

And that’s the way it was.

Let’s see how this goes.

You got it wrong: "That author uses 'mistake' in line 4."
You mean: "That author uses 'mistake' in line 4 of this Away Message."

“Did you know when you go…”

Mistakes were made.

That should totally be a literary device, the mistake: That author made a mistake in line 4.

According to google, I invented artichoke lo mein.

Alae Desidiosae Dannii.

Key to snarky commentary
*[My oven is really weak]*
**[Optional steps for the lazy-impaired]**
I may translate this into Latin at some point.

Hi, my name is 5:55, but my friends call me 6.

About time.

Catalog Theory
If it’s the first thing one says but part of nothing after that, the opposite is meant.

It’s like looking at a Monet in grayscale.

“Goes cruising just as fast as she can now…”

Life is like playing whack-a-mole, with pesky issues popping up, needing to be beaten down, but too fast and too spread out to all be covered without being overwhelmed.

“…But you can come along with me / ‘Cause we got a lot of things to do now…”

Whack-a-mole is a game.
I’m going to have fun.

“…Fun, fun, fun / ‘Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away…”

While I seemed to have missed out on celebrating National Why Is 6 Afraid of 7 Day, at least I’ll be able to celebrate International Why Is 6 Afraid of 7 Day in just under a month.

I feel naked without a watch.

Inhibition.

I suppose it could be a wedge from a rice krispie treat wheel, but that still begs the question.

As much as I love being bribed with food, even doorstop/rice krispie treats, it feels jarring to have the traditional restaurant business model warped by giving people free food to leave, even though there’s nothing fallacious given the double negation.

“They get along much better now that she’s her ex-mother-in-law.”

“You’re really brilliant. But you’re always going to have the problem of people not getting you.”

I hate irrevocability.

Our wall-to-wall, it does not do us justice.

There’s nothing more disappointing than a disappointing smoothie.

Sitch: L[]’s rambling
(   ) Watch YouTube clips that L[]’s rambling about
(   ) Watch the Fountain
(   ) Jump in the fountain

It’s hard to walk down a road when one starts realizing what lies parallel.

To the worm, the crow is so considerate to announce its hostile intention rather than cawlessly killing.

Not only do we not speak crow, we don’t speak worm.

“I know this room / I've walked this floor…”

Recognition.

“…I did my best / It wasn't much…”

There is a danger in superlativity becoming so accustomed that it is mistaken for ordinary.

“…I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch…”

Apologies are used as much for what couldn’t happen as for what wasn’t done.

“…I've told the truth / I didn't come…”

Praised be.

“…Hallelujah…”

“Still we're often told, seek and ye shall find…”

I need to run something by someone before I do something. And you’re my someone.

“…Someone to watch over me…”

“I could have spread my wings…”

Tastes like chicken.

“…A thousand things / I’ve never done before…”

Day 40
Michael Jackson dies.
Farrah Fawcett dies.
Mouse dies.

3’s company.

Current standings
1) Fish
2) Cat
3) Human

A wise woman once said, friendships have a lifespan.

I’ll take my free pen now.

“The rush of being home in rapid fading…”

The caveman, first discovering the adjective, realized that instead of saying “Sky bluething.” or “Man tallthing.”, they could say “Sky blue.” and “Man tall.”.

“…Waiting for the light to come back, / But hid in talk I knew…”

Imagine their wonder when they discovered verbs.

“…A wise man's tools are analogies and puzzles…”

“I saw the sign…”

I may have inadvertently hastened the resolution of the Iranian Electoral Crisis.

Signed,
Sign

“Startin’ with some laughs / Usually endin’ in a fight…”

Ludi.

“…Teachers ask questions / She makin’ up excuses…”

Ludi.

“…Livin’ for today and not tomorrow’s satisfaction…”

Ludicrous.

Out of gas.

11 quarters and no more.

Sorry, I’m on a bus.
“I just almost got run over by a bus.”
I hope it’s not the same bus. That would be awfully ironic.
“Mine was in Chicago.”
Inconveniently, the Green Line doesn’t go to Chicago. At least, not that I know of.

1) New Zealand... interesting...
2) Lying contest! omgwant
3) ...in Montana? boo bait-and-switch what happened to NZ?
4) ...at a folk festival in Montana? ughwhy
5) ew I'm actually visiting that link. It has music. I can't find the mute button makeitstop
6) Wait a second... there's no lying festival here...
7) ...nor or the AP website...
8) Wow. That's brilliant. Win.

Good prose is poetry.
Free verse is prose.

Can God create a rock so big he can’t cover it with paper?

“Based on my recollection of my Bible study (and my own personal inclinations), I probably would have agreed with you as a Christian.”
I'll have to tell my rabbi I got a convert.

“See how they smile / Like pigs in a sty…”

It’s the little things in life which make one :)

“…I am the (:3= / Goo goo g’joob…”

Day 23
Cat is acrophobic.
Mouse self-mutilates.
Fish has delusions of grandeur.

Insanity is relative.

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

Whenever life closes a door, God opens a window and Satan leaves the AC running.

Waiter, can I please speak to the manager? These dishes are very confusing.
I'm sorry, we only have there's a fly in your soup.

“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.