Sloth needs a cookie.
there we go.
mmm, me wuv cookie.
That kid looks like my little cousin Alex.
Alex Keaton?
The trick, folks, is to not create any rifts.
NONE whatsoever.
I’m a NECK incarnation, only 8 hours earlier.
Damn.
I was thinking about Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy last night… about the point of view gun and how if I could have any power in the world, t hat would be it.
You know how when you’re a little kid you play that game ’ If you could have any super power, what would you choose to have?" Well, I’d choose to be able to just telepathically make people see things from my point of view…
Imagine all botched explaining of yourself you’d be able to avoid, or traffic tickets you’d get out of… you’d just close you’re eyes and think “I’d like so and so to see things from my point of view” and BOOM… it’s all crystal clear and understood and everything is rosy.
first place I’d go? The White house.
its like…trippy outside.
woah.
like…woah.
trippy in what way?
in most senses of the word.
and no im not high.
Is this the result of that kid face-planting in the aisle after the Toledo Rhythm Devils show?
This is him today. He is now wearing the SMALL collar!
^no…that guy had a soft cock fucking session go wrong.
it was horrible really.
really sad.
when i was alil cus!
Just charged a bunch of money for Broadway show tickets, Curtains, to be exact. Have an anniversary coming up on the 7th, and since last Winter, Marie has been dropping hints about getting into the city for a dinner and a show, and how much someone in her office loved this particular musical.
I’m not too tuned into suggestions about musicals because I’m just not into most of them. Of course, I could ask Spooks to take Marie to the show since his kind are supposed to be into show tunes and all, but I don’t know if Marie would be quite into that.
Anyway, I bought the tickets and am laying the groundwork plans for a full day of fun in the city for the two of us. Am looking forward to treating my honey to something she likes since she was always so patient when I took her to Phish concerts back in the day.
At 8/14/97 Darien Lakes, just after the Antelope closed the first set.
Her: That certainly was loud.
Him: Yeah, it was amazing. What are you doing?
Her: Getting my stuff together. Aren’t we going? Isn’t the show over?
Him: No, honey. That was the end of the first set. There’s another set and probably an encore to go.
Her: Oh.
It’s the memory of that “oh” and the look of despair attached to it that motivated me to buy the tickets today. If she didn’t placate my original need to hear that Antelope live, I might never have taken the opportunity on my own.
In my mind, it’s the very least I can do for her in return for all the very remarkable live music I’ve experienced from Phish.
classic.
^Hey I have a friend who is currently in “Curtains” on Broadway. Look for the big beautiful black dude. That’s Joe. I went to college with him and is definitly gonna be famous one day. He might be a little egotistical, but he’s a cool dude. He was my favorite partner in Stage Combat in London.
School is for the birds.
Why don’t all 30 year olds go to school?
I can’t wait until nap time.
I hope we have oatmeal raisin cookies today for snack.
Simone hesse!