I'm sure everyone remembers tech class.  The big room where you tried to rush through boring programs on Microsoft NT computers so that you could play Top 100 or weasel your way onto the flight simulator.  I had the pleasure of partnering up with a delightful girl the first year who insisted on stealing the keyboard and mistyping my name everyday ( Read more... )

Pringles and Coke always taste better secondhand.

When you're little, the perfect girl is smart, funny, and beautiful.  These days it's someone who can outbelch you and can have fun walking around a supermarket.  Someone who'll sit on a car hood and talk about the secret lives of janitors while watching a storm roll in over the trees.  A girl who ( Read more... )

I remember the first time I ever saw midnight.  My family decided to go up to Tivoli, a booming city of 700, to visit my grandfather.  Family of course excludes my dad since he's prefers to play video games and write lectures to leaving the house and one of the only vacation spots that can draw him out is Las Vegas.  So here we are in Tivoli on a ( Read more... )

Midnight is lonely tonight.  Tradition says I see the hour of one at least.  Feet say cuddle under the covers.  The bed is cold.  Summer is gone - fall's better anyway.  This is the wrong machine for getting my thoughts out.

Cursing, drinking, smoking, and having sex is all fun and good but beware young teen, there's a harpoon that lurks in the night.  Sadly enough, it is our blissful lifestyle that puts us so greatly at risk.  Lung cancer?  Liver cirrhosis?  Pulsing, festering venereal sores?  Only if you're lucky pal.  The danger we face is the sailor.  Ever since ( Read more... )

I feel good today.  I don't know why but things just seem better if only for the moment.  I just need to stop being irrational all the time.  Not that being irrational is a bad thing, it can just be taken too far like anything else.  If everyone looked at everything rationally all the time then how would we have gotten string cheese or toy poodles ( Read more... )

There's something magical about watching Steve direct a gentlemanly battle between Tony and Will at 2am.  It's a fun way to learn the do's and don'ts when someone else gets the promotion, violates the universal urinal code, or tells you he's gay and assaults your nipple (tough luck Tony).  Steve used most of the contest to promote his Business for ( Read more... )

Does anyone check up on Frank the goat anymore?  You, know...that cute little guy that greets you with a friendly "Baaaaah!" everytime you sign on to check your live journal.  How long has livejournal.com even existed?  I bet by now that Frank is a thoroughly dead goat.  Just think, he could have been wandering through the hills doing people's ( Read more... )

Turns out Deming Park is the Mecca for frisbee golf players.  Not even Roswell has seen this many discs flying through the air at the same time especially at the conspicuous hour of 9am.  Running quickly became an excercise in dodge the angry, flying plastic buzzsaws.  Who knew this was actually a serious sport?  People brought along their frisbee ( Read more... )

he gave him a check - i like popsicles