Today I saw two large world war ii bombers fly over the city. It looked awesome! My mind started racing about war and if they were on patrol and maybe we were under attack. A bunch of us in the office sat glued to the windows untill they were out of sight.
I then shuffled back to my desk and continued to work.

Colonel Panic wrote:Caught in the rain without an umbrella on my way home this afternoon. Stopped off at a Dunkin Donuts for a croissant sandwich and to get out of the rain. The rain died down, then once I was outside it picked right back up again. By the time I arrived home I was soaked to the skin. My clothes hung heavy, they were so waterlogged.

A croissant sandwich? I'm sure this is not correct, but I'm picturing bread/croissant/bread. Is that not slightly carb-heavy?

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:...

Of course my friend's kids would be better off with their grossly obese, physically abusive father who doesn't even own a car (but who is "highly thought of" at church in the small town my friend escaped from) than they would be with their artist-mother and her college professor husband, two of the kindest, most judicious and open-minded people I've ever met in my life.

The hearing's not over by a long shot, and one hopes the judge sees through this desparate scam, but as of right now, I'm finished defending hillbillies.

Oh come on now - you of all people should have spotted the mistake in this last sentence, much less typed it out yourself... Not to put too fine a point on it, but as a fellow Kentuckian and a proud bearer of hillbilly culture, I must insist that we continue to refer to these people as "rednecks". Hillbillies are nice people, if a little wild and prone to the occasional altered-state misadventure. Most seem to be reviled by the churchgoing folk as well, as they are 'close to nature' and refuse to dress like an idiot (well, that kind of idiot anyway). Maybe I should buy you a shot or 5 of good bourbon sometime to remind you what hillbillies look like.

bumble wrote:

noise&light wrote:Congrats on the scuba certification. Most people that learn how to scuba dive find it addictive.

Oh, um, yeah. I'm trying to figure out if I have time to fly to PALAU after all of my work is done. I think a nice cocaine or gambling addiction, or a doing-cocaine-then-gambling habit, would be better for my finances.

How do you say "booty diseases" in Tagalog?

My spelling is atrocious, but phonetically, it's "Bob Farster".

This explains a lot of strange interactions with Tagalog speaking commercial sex workers:
Sex Worker "What's your name?"
Me "Bob Farster"
Sex Worker "No thank you"

Congrats on the scuba diving.

I was feeling a cold coming on the last few days. So yesterday, after picking my girlfriend up from work, I came home and drank some generic Nyquil and went to sleep at about 5:30. I thought I would wake up around 9:00 to have some dinner, but I didn't wake up until 12:30. Then I drank more Nyquil and slept until my alarm went off at 6:20.

Salut 13 hours of sleep! I feel great now because of you!

i had an awesome sandwich for lunch today;

halloumi cheese, roasted vegetables & mint yoghurt on ciabatta bread.

delicious and a perfect setup for lounging around in the office doing nothing for the rest of the day

gjhardwick wrote:delicious and a perfect setup for lounging around in the office doing nothing for the rest of the day

It's good to be the king.

My dayhas been brightened by this awesome news!

L'AMOUR LIVES!

This afternoon I took a walk to a field about a mile or so from my flat. After a minute or so sitting on a bench reading in the sun I decided to see if I can walk and read. I circled the field a couple of times. What a strange feeling, to walk and read! To read and walk! Together!

This is the field. It must be an old photo though because, rather than football pitches, it's now a baseball (or possibly rounders) pitch. Inexplicable! It had a diamond, a cage, bases and a mound. Picture me, in the very heart of England, standing on the pitchers mound of a baseball field, alternately reading Hamlet and gazing up at the clouds as my eyes adjust to the brand new contact lenses.

Then I sat down and continued to read. As time passed and everything remained still the birds landed closer and closer and the bunnies made their way out of the hedges to play or eat or doss just infront of me.

It wasn't long before people came from various directions with their stupid dogs and scared them all off. Including me. Fuck dogs.



edit: homonym

Must sister just messaged me with the most improbable text:

I might be interviewing Buzz Aldrin x

!!!!!