Pure L wrote:i got a hair cut yesterday.

somehow, during the conversation with the barber-girl i managed to make a disparaging remark against hippies.

she told me she was offended by this as she considered herself a hippy. i told her that i disagreed with her as she didn't seem like a hippy to me. she asked me why and i said that she smelled good, was doing a great job on my hair, and had too much "style" to be a hippy.

salut Pure L - this is brilliant. it is like something from curb your enthusiasm or a woody allen film.

i like the way you 'somehow' brought up hippies. i hope you told the bob wetson joke "what's the difference between an onion and a hippy? no-one cries when you slice a hippy". and she considered herself a hippy? why would a hippy get a job cutting hair? it would be like mother teresa getting a job performing abortions.

i now imagine you as a don juan. no doubt the 'L' in your name stands for 'loverboy'....

Superking wrote:I got home about midnight and parked my car down the block. Just in front of where I parked is a distinctive two-story apartment building which I have often admired for its fine late-60s sensibilities.

Tonight, in the big living room windows on each floor, behind nearly identical curtains, a deep red light was flickering, in time, each window synchronized. It took me a moment to realize that both apartments were watching the same channel on tv.

I sat in my car for a minute watching the pleasing, pulsing glow. Then a wave of incredible sadness washed over me.

That is inspiring.

Came home from working the bar. There was a storm. The tree at the side of the house fell on my girlfriend's car, caging it in but otherwise damaging only a small portion of the fender. Driveable. Today tried to free the car by way of a jack. The weight of the tree appeared to break the limb I was using. After lowering the jack I pulled on the branch and sure enough it cracked badly. I bent over to move the jack to a different branch and, upon standing, discovered hundreds of red and black ants pouring out of the break. Queasy. I go in the house and begin thinking about the hundreds of tiny spider webs along the ceiling run of the front porch. Outside I inspect until I find a trail of ants tracking into the side of the garage. Queasy.

Internet research and a call to pest control.

Acrobat Ants. Not Carpenters or destructive of wood. Phew.

Her dog has made friends with me because I've fed him all her biscuits.


This is the only thing I want to remember about this day. The rest can fuck off.

Be gone, stupid day! Off with you! Ha!

At my work there is a side door between a warehouse area and the office are where I work. It swigns open about 2/3 of the way before it wedges itself int the concrete floor. When the office gets warm we wedge it open and let cool air from the warehouse area in.

Today, I was walking toward the wedged open door. When I was about a foot or so from the door it breaks loose and the spring pulls it closed. I ran into the door halfway through the swing, which hurt a bit but more than that, it was incredibly frustrating.

That, in addition to a couple other things, made it feel like the world was out to get me.

Ben Adrian

My wife and I are gonna have another kid in like days, so I've been getting up early to either record (which isn't really working) or to finish all those little projects that never get finished unless one imagines a child eating a 1/2" screw or stubbing a wee baby toe on a projecting nail.

Right, so that isn't working out well, either. Most morning at 5 AM I seem only able to sip coffee in a stupor, or troll around on EA forums. Or both. But this morning I poured my coffee, gazed out the window, and watched one of the world's most hideous creatures -- a grackle -- pull the dessicated old, brown bean vines off our back fence and very carefully arrange them in little piled loops on the grass. Then said grackle would stick his head through one loop, wear the bean vine as a necklace, grab another loop in its beak, and fly the two loops into a tree. Seconds later, process repeats. I watched in awe as this creature very quickly stripped the fence of bean vines, carried 'em two at a time up to his honey's new egg-pad.

And me, sitting on my lazy ass drinking coffee. i should be, like, building a house or something. But instead, my first thought? Report to you, my fellow EA-ers.

The grackles will inherit the earth, I swear to god.

Last night I stopped at the store to get a bottle water and overheard this snippet from a conversation between one of two dirty yo boys and the girl behind the counter.

Dirty Yo Boy (speaking about his friend) : Yeah, he's gay.
He takes it up the ass.

Girl behind the counter: Man... that shit hurts.

To add even more funny to this, she was wearing one of those black pseudo bowling shirts like the ones that usually have flames and shit on them but instead of flames all over it, there were pot leaves.

sunyab wrote: But this morning I poured my coffee, gazed out the window, and watched one of the world's most hideous creatures -- a grackle -- pull the dessicated old, brown bean vines off our back fence and very carefully arrange them in little piled loops on the grass.

Why do you hate the grackles so?

I've been walking/jogging a lot at night lately.

Last weekend it was around 2:30 in the morning and I was jogging home from visiting a friend. I was looking above a house on my street and I saw the most beautiful meteor burning up. Bright blue in the center and green on the outside. It was amazing. I thought to myself, "Wow, I bet no one else saw that." I felt lucky.

Last night I was cutting through a huge parking lot and on my way up and out of it, right next to the base of a light-post was a gorgeous black cat. I walked right up to him/her and he/she looked right back at me. We parted ways and I continued home.

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