Thursday, January 31, 2008

This Is Not Me

This is a picture of a sleeping cat. I put this here because the cat is in a state that I would very much like to be in. That state being sleep. Alas, I am not asleep, nor will I get to sleep for many, many hours. Also, unlike the cat, I am not fuzzy.

Monday, January 28, 2008

The Not So New Roommate

So, I've had time now to really get to know my new roommate. Alas, many of the things that I thought about him have turned out to be wrong. He is, in fact, funny. I retract that I ever said that he wasn't. He also doesn't listen to Journey. He's more of a Foreigner type. He was born in a pumpkin patch though.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

The Frozen

Most people who know will eventually see that I don't do well in hot weather. In fact, once it gets over 80 degrees, I start complaining and sweating. And then complaining about the sweating. Why am I talking about this in January, you ask? Good question. Normally, I like cold weather. Cold? Fine Snow? Better. Ice? Well... normally I don't have a problem with ice. I respect the ice, and the ice seems to respect me. (It doesn't make me slip on it like some people) But now, something sinister is happening. I've started slipping on ice much more. Yesterday, walking home, I must have slipped and almost fallen about a dozen times. This is not good. Have I lost my powers of cold weather mastery? Or is it just the ice? Is the ice betraying me? After all we've shared? The forecast does not look good, friends. No, it does not.

Friday, January 11, 2008

It's Technology, Jerk!

So, to go along with my occasional theme of devices breaking or being surly when I try to use them, this week I've had to deal with two. First, my car battery died and was unable to be resuscitated. I had to buy a new battery and then buy a socket wrench with which to install said battery. Secondly, my computer suddenly decided that it no longer believes that it is a computer. It seems to feel that it would better serve me as a standard lump of inert matter. Like a rock. Or a paperweight. Or a dead rat. Stupid computer.

Monday, January 7, 2008

New Roommate

I have a new roommate. He moved in the other day. I shook his hand and since then we've exchanged maybe 5 words. Here are the arbitrary things that I have decided about him based on absolutely no evidence.

1. He is not funny. How could he be?

2. He really likes Journey.

3. He was born in a pumpkin patch.

4. He has all the makings of a classic late 19th century anarchist.

5. If he were to fight a clone of Lenin, the clone would win.

6. He once glued his hand to a 1994 Buick LeSabre.