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Sometimes you eat the Bear... sometimes the Bear eats you

I invited a friend/co-worker over who hadn't seen The Big Lebowski and sat him down and watched it with him last night. (and we ate pizza and chicken) and afterwards we played some Guitar Hero and he (who is 22) told me that I shouldn't try to ask this 21 year old out, but instead should try to hook them up, since they both studied English and he's shy and needs help finding gurls. He enjoyed the Big Lebowski though (or he knew better than to tell me he didn't because I may have had to have killed him and left him in the water reservoir near the condo complex).

The girl didn't give me as good a 'connected' feeling this morning so I didn't actually ask her out dancing. (I could see how a book might be more interesting than some fellow asking questions about possible grad school choices). I may end up trying to hook up the two little shy English studiers yet.

I recently came to another self realization. I poked around in previous blogs to see if I had touched on it, but I don't think I did.

One of the problems with my sense of humor is that I like to play my own straight man to my own 'crazy tangent'
For example.
I will walk into The Bistro Aquitaine with friends (in Boston).
The Strawberry Pancakes will not be available because (well strawberries aren't in season currently)
But I'll decide and not announce "hey wouldn't it be funny if we were in France right now, since well this is Aquitaine" and sincerely (straight man, dead pan humor) apologize for my friends not understanding the crop cycle for this region of France...
"It's not really their fault... they're from New England after-all"

So I take the crazy tangent.
Don't signal about it.
and than react as if I was playing straight man to someone who has taken a crazy tangent. Like I don't' recognize that something is amiss.

This analysis of the situation is poor (and rather sucky)

But it is true. so there!

I am freshly shaved (on my head you pervs!)

Friends dinner and some xbox tonight.
Maybe tomorrow I'll ask the pretty girl at the gym out for last minute dancing.
Saturday is looking like a Battlestar Galactica marathon during the day and a house warming party at a stranger's house at night. I may not go. I'm feeling a little low from my last house warming party oddness and a lack of distinct good vibage in general.
Sunday may be some geekitude of the "Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away" type
Monday D and D



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