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 !.

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