Archive for 2006/06


[let’s get (meta)physical]

Let’s talk about black holes. A black hole is a patch of space from which nothing can escape, including light.
How does this work? Well. It has to do with escape velocity. As an object of mass is crushed and becomes denser, the gravitational attraction it has increases. Escape velocity has to do with how […]

Is it any wonder I don’t know what’s right?

I might be a dork. Or maybe I’m just too friendly. Or a too-friendly dork.
Either way, I’ve made such good “friends” with the postman that now he freaks me out enough I’ll go out of my way to avoid him. This is the same postman who yelled at my pretty cousin and made her cry. […]

I can’t deny it; no more silence.

Tickle thinks I’m so frickin’ smart, I should be a detective.

Peace, love, and “PhD Certified” IQ test results to you and your mom.

I’ll shout from the top of the rooftop singing, I’m not afraid of the bed I lay in.

Amongst all the dirty and racist jokes I heard tonight, finally: a great one.
This Texas girl is on a plane. She turns to the couple sitting next to her and asks, “So, where are y’all from?”
The couple responds, “Some place where we don’t end sentences with prepositions.”
The girl sits for a second, then says, “Okay, […]

[i look good in gauchos]

I’m off this entire weekend and heading out fishing.
No lie.

[i feel faulted and other cliches]

This is what happens when you decide to go against your better judgement. This is what happens when God is saying “Hey, don’t do that there” and you, in your infinite wisdom, traverse forward into what you still think is a bad idea. Human curiosity and stubborness is somewhat amazing.

[strike 7]

I played softball on unsteady feet today and felt better about myself than I have in a long time. It’s not everday one gets to witness a complete and total lack of athletic skill on the scale that I can display. The “field” was a dirt track ran over with prairie dog holes, […]

[vintage murder]

I read something (ironically) not too long ago that stuck in my head about the past being the past. Things in the past are exactly that. They’re static and don’t change. If I were to dwell on the past, I would resurrect the old me. I have these long latent voices […]

I think I’ll get a lover and fly ‘em out to Spain.

So Mel calls on Friday and tells me there’s a LOST poster I need to check out on the corner of 50th and Elgin. Today is my day-off-day, so I grab my Polaroid (which I’ve just decided needs a name) and head around town to find photo-worthy signs.
It takes me a bit to find this […]