Saturday, March 28, 2009
+1, different category
Well, I just had a baby today. Yay, right? I am so freakin tired. Welcome aboard, kid.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Telepath comic writer
It's been a decade and I'm still having this dream about high school. I swear Randall Munroe has been watching me, reading my mind, mining my subconscious for comic material. It's not the first time he's hit something in my head I've never said out loud.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Wax. Lots of wax.
Not long ago, I found myself at a wedding reception where guests received little votive candles as a gift. There was an abundance of extras, and I found myself (like many of the other guests) bringing home more than a few.
So these candles were sitting on top of the rather large (and completely useless) mantle in my living room. (The one over the gas fireplace that's been capped off, painted over, and had a wooden floor installed into it) Female companionship dictated that candles must be lit. So they were. After she'd removed herself from the candles, I found them to be more of a liability so long as they were lit. So I go down the line, puffing them out. One at a time. *POOF* out *POOF* out, etc, until the last one. *POOF*. Still lit. *POOF!* Still lit. So I go for the gusto with a blast of air that would make a compressor hide in shame. Just as quickly, I realized that it was a candle in a shot glass, not on a stick. Wax melts, but has nowhere to go. This runny liquid wax sat in a pool with a little flame atop the whole time. Such a blast of air at it felt dictated that not only must the flame depart, but so must the wax.
It didn't burn my face, no. I just had a hard time explaining the dry wax in my eyebrows a few minutes later.
So these candles were sitting on top of the rather large (and completely useless) mantle in my living room. (The one over the gas fireplace that's been capped off, painted over, and had a wooden floor installed into it) Female companionship dictated that candles must be lit. So they were. After she'd removed herself from the candles, I found them to be more of a liability so long as they were lit. So I go down the line, puffing them out. One at a time. *POOF* out *POOF* out, etc, until the last one. *POOF*. Still lit. *POOF!* Still lit. So I go for the gusto with a blast of air that would make a compressor hide in shame. Just as quickly, I realized that it was a candle in a shot glass, not on a stick. Wax melts, but has nowhere to go. This runny liquid wax sat in a pool with a little flame atop the whole time. Such a blast of air at it felt dictated that not only must the flame depart, but so must the wax.
It didn't burn my face, no. I just had a hard time explaining the dry wax in my eyebrows a few minutes later.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Unbalanced comodities
Overheard in Target yesterday:
Him: "They have Wii Fit here. I've never actually seen it in a store"
Her: "That's rare"
Him: "This is why we need to buy it today. Here. Now"
Her: "...it's expensive"
Him: "It's worse online. People are jacking the prices pretty bad"
Her: Clearly understanding that he'll buy it one day.. "I suppose it'll happen eventually"
Him: "So you're saying we can buy it"
Her: "I have a condition"
Him: "?"
Her: "I get new nail clippers"
Him: "Deal"
The moral of the story kids: personal hygiene paraphernalia ranks very highly with some women.
Him: "They have Wii Fit here. I've never actually seen it in a store"
Her: "That's rare"
Him: "This is why we need to buy it today. Here. Now"
Her: "...it's expensive"
Him: "It's worse online. People are jacking the prices pretty bad"
Her: Clearly understanding that he'll buy it one day.. "I suppose it'll happen eventually"
Him: "So you're saying we can buy it"
Her: "I have a condition"
Him: "?"
Her: "I get new nail clippers"
Him: "Deal"
The moral of the story kids: personal hygiene paraphernalia ranks very highly with some women.
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