woke up at 1pm...
"Grease is the word is the feeling..." playing on the radio. odd, for several reasons. first, it is a talk radio station. second, it is anachronistic to hear that on any radio station in contemporary america; including oldies stations. there is simply no demographic appropriate for that song. none. methinks.
someone drank my scotch.
i bought it last night after work... it was gone when i woke up.
oh... wait... yeah... that was me. i was integrating five variable equations to a friend to prove that i was not drunk. she was neither impressed nor convinced. still, the answer was correct... largely... kinda...
part 2.
ouch.
still sore from playing on monkey bars... with my brothers kids... they loved it when i suspended myself by my feet alone, then reached up and grabbed the support columns and very slowly brought my legs down to hit the ground... "it was cool, like the matrix" said the four year old.
i'll have to give him $50 for that when he's older and needs it.
"Grease is the word is the feeling..." playing on the radio. odd, for several reasons. first, it is a talk radio station. second, it is anachronistic to hear that on any radio station in contemporary america; including oldies stations. there is simply no demographic appropriate for that song. none. methinks.
someone drank my scotch.
i bought it last night after work... it was gone when i woke up.
oh... wait... yeah... that was me. i was integrating five variable equations to a friend to prove that i was not drunk. she was neither impressed nor convinced. still, the answer was correct... largely... kinda...
part 2.
ouch.
still sore from playing on monkey bars... with my brothers kids... they loved it when i suspended myself by my feet alone, then reached up and grabbed the support columns and very slowly brought my legs down to hit the ground... "it was cool, like the matrix" said the four year old.
i'll have to give him $50 for that when he's older and needs it.
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whew, what an awfull couple of days. glad there over. whish i would have been with you guys instead.
Gave a Darth Maul figure to my nephew. i actually used it as an ornament (how frilly!) on a real birthday present. you know... Darth Maul was holding onto the bow-like-thing that i made with copper wire.
he liked the present, i guess (even i forget what it was), but turned to me and said "uncle paul... Darf Maul (s)mells like you!"
of course, the Darth Maul figure had hung beneath my car mirror for several months. and absorbed lots of clove cigarrette smoke.
ouch.