I’m hoping to see A[]’s show tomorrow- any interest?
“Yes, but I have to say tentatively since I’ll be up at my parents’ house for Rosh Hashanah.”
np I’m being quite the bad Jew this year.
“I’m mostly interested in the free food as opposed to the theological and spiritual implications.”
As I said, bad Jew: I’m going home for Yom Kippur.

Famine has its feast.

Poor ducks, having to eat all our sins.
I think they’re okay with it. They’re probably just happy to have a holiday in which they get fed instead of eaten.

“They made up their minds, and they started packing…”

The tragedy of our time is that our satirist has become our voice of reason. Where is the Jefferson, the Adams, the Washington to our Franklin? Four and seven scores ago he died, and now we have his answer: no, we cannot keep a republic. We know the problems with our society, yet we choose to be part of them. We hear the problems with our society, yet the best we can do is merely hear them; and most of the time we don’t even do that much. Restore sanity? Our insanity is all that we have left; our ability to laugh at our absurdity is our only salvation.

“…Where were they going, without ever knowing the way…”

Whatever surprise I might have had at an airport not selling GAMES magazine to its bastion of magazines and puzzle book buyers was overwhelmed my difficulty in simply finding a vendor selling pencils.

With the distinction between to and cc is so subtle and technically unnecessary, I love an excuse to add a cc to an e-mail.

“Copycat, copycat, copycat / Copy copy copy copy yourself…”

“I am expert at throwing up. Comes from the acid reflux.”
It's a skill.
“It *is*.”
I drink too too much orange juice to have developed acid reflux and throwing up skills.
“Also, comes from the bad periods.”
Again, not inconsistent with my explanation.
“hehe Also, when you throw up on a weekly basis, it's hard not to get good at it.”
So fraudspam is a service to induce vomiting and thereby provide a transferable skill.
“Maybe you should learn to knit?”
Maybe I should learn to sue fraudspammers?

Whatever comes up.

Has a rooftop. References available upon request.

“Sometimes I just feel like…”

The secret ingredient is barbeque sauce; and an enthusiastic co-planner, great friends, great weather, amazing evaporation, an art festival on the way to grocery shop, a phone call at the right time, a simple way up, and ice cubes.

“…I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage…”

(Kraft barbeque sauce.)

“…Back to this 8 Mile Road…”

Rooftop picnic, 1-5 today! (Plan B is taking the LSAT.)

Present is easy, usually. Future is what's hard.
“That it won't work out, that it'll never come, that it'll come too soon.”

        
           

“When? Where? Who? What? Why?”
I think I can answer 4 of those.

The nearest restaurant defines the residence. As much as I’d like to be across the street from Wilde, I think will have to remain behind Chipotle. From which it is saddening to look back, with the last food eaten leaving STL being a gyro from the Gyro House used as a landmark for so many years, at what is no longer gone to.

Where is always the hardest.

There has to be a better place for the insert key than between the backspace and the delete keys.

If you’re going to wet the soap and rumple the towels, you may as well get your hands dirty.

“I won’t have to say a word / I’ll stop thinking…”

May have accidently finished the thing I was writing to keep sane. Not to imply that I’m sane.

“…I’m finished with lies, lies…”

“Life generally was quite good…”

Rome didn’t fall in a day.

“…Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing…”

If someone says that their favorite of the 7 dwarves was someone besides Grumpy or Sleepy, they’re lying.

Day 470
Human finds dead laptop
Human finds dead hamster
Human gets punched in the face by a freezer.

Stiff upper lip.

Current standings
1) Cat
2) Human

Realizations, like scissors, come in pairs.

You're a good thing, is what I'm trying to say. No, not trying. I'm saying it. See? Or do I need to draw a speech bubble around it? I think I might.

     (------------)
  (   You're a    )
(   good thing.  )
 (------------ |  /
                   |/

“As I walked into the charity store…”

Proper P[] birthday-party attire is P[]-birthday party attire.

“…It was the shirt you were wearing…”

It’s one of those only-once-a-year occurrences that there’s really no reason I couldn’t do more often, like playing frisbee, or realizing I really need to back up everything on my computer very very soon quickly before it explodes ack hold together argh this might work blech

Thrown for a loop.

Possible explanations for a dog-walker going up and down the same short stretch of street over and over during a relatively brief span of time:
1) Repeatedly forgetting items necessary for dog walking.
2) Heroically attempting to have a found lost puppy sniff out its apartment.
3) Methodically testing the point at which bystanders will methodically test a pedestrian’s balance.

“I've been for a walk on a winter's day…”

School is supposed to be a place of learning; instead, the primary focus becomes about structured work. Ideas are quantified as credits and page lengths, to occur on a rigid schedule of hours, days, and semesters. Knowledge is secondary to demonstrable accomplishment.

“…Stopped into a church I passed along the way…”

A teacher is who is there for you; for it is your experience.

“…The preacher likes the cold / He knows I'm going to stay…”

Puff on, bubble-blowing missionaries: your attending flock awaits.

“…All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey…”