I fully embraced the fact that from this week until the end of September the library wherein I work will be four floors of beautiful peace and quiet, as t'is the first week of the summer holidays. It is a university library and thus not at all quiet during term time, not like a proper library should be, except in certain 'whisper and you will be shot' areas. Labelling pamphlet boxes up on the second floor after a healthy lunch of fried potato chips in a sauce of salt and vinegar, I carried out some essential fart work, secure and amused in the knowledge that I was heard, but not seen.

This evening, at home, we had a power cut. Everything went pop. I was listening to Neurosis and then suddenly sat in the dark in silence. The whole area blew out, all the streetlights and everything. And lots of car alarms went off (or turned on, if you will). My housemate went for a walk and said it seemed to be coming back on, street by street, slowly. By the time it got to us, I was enjoying sitting on my bed, reading by candlelight. When it came back on, all the car alarms went off (or on, as you like) again.

The mrs and I were sitting in a restaurant last night, having just finished our meal, watching people pass on the street through the large picture window, when a man in a old beat-up car w/ what appeared to be horses crudely painted on it pulled up in front of the tables on the restaurant's patio. He had the weather-beaten look of yr average street drunk and/or meth head, leathery and tanned. He was eating ice cream out of a half-gallon tub w/ a large metal spoon and seemed to be rather enjoying himself. Then he pulled a trumpet out and poked his head out the driver side window and started bleating it at the patrons at the patio tables. This went on for about 30 to 45 seconds, before he gave off a howl and peeled the car out into the sunset.

this never fails to make me smile;

stackmatic wrote:I work at a public library. Yesterday afternoon, a young black man approached me at the Media Department reference desk and asked if we had any cd’s with an instrumental version of the Star-Spangled Banner. As he asked, a tiny spit bubble launched from his mouth. It floated softly in front of him for a moment and then slowly cascaded to a resting point on his left shoulder.

We both pretended that we did not notice this happen.

Here's hoping you busted out the Woodstock soundtrack.

tommydski wrote:i like the way you 'somehow' brought up hippies.

i didn't hear it, but we were loading some stuff into our practice room yesterday and my bandmate heard the following snippet of conversation between two hippies passing by on the street:
hippy: "i can't believe we just spent eighteen pounds on food - that's nine tabs of acid, man!"

I just sneezed so hard I peed myself a little tiny bit.

There can never be enough disparaging talk of hippies, even when such talk stimulates involuntary bodily functions.

rachael wrote:I just sneezed so hard I peed myself a little tiny bit.

This reminds me of 6th-grade class. Two of the fairly popular girls (whatever popular meant back then) sat near the front, and thought they were still pretty slick with the note-passing right under the nose of Mr. Cann - you know, one of those teachers with the policy that if he catches you passing notes, you must read it to the class.

Well one day, they finally had a slip-up and Mr. Cann catches Stephanie passing this note to Carla. He predictably orders her to read it aloud and she complies (hell, I would have just eaten the paper):

"Carla, I just sneezed so hard I think I farted, too."

I just finished my last exam for my second year at medical school. The sun is shining and i'm looking forward to a leisurely afternoon of hanging out, drinking beer and watching Trinidad and Tobago beat England in the World Cup. (or not).

Life is good.

Cheers!

Tim

Today I saw somebody riding a Segway! A Segway! Holy Modal Rounders, a freaking Segway! Maybe you city folks see this a lot, but not me.

Like any self-respecting AD fan, I yelled out, "Gob!"