Lobsters and Lollipops
1) Apparently, being able to climb the rockwall, and not just climb it, but climb it very HARDCORE-LIKE, and using your own gear, makes you the coolest and most hardcore person in the world, and anybody not as cool and hardcore as you sucks and should be shunned forever.
UH OH! Holden is generalizing again. Heh Heh! I guess if I was super good at something, I would feel the same way to my inferiors. Oh wait, I already feel like that when I beat up on people playing table foosball. Man I am just a jerk.
2) Funny story, because I know how much you love a funny story. Emily and I were laying in bed the other night, both very tired from a long day. We were discussing pressure canners and how much she wants one. At some point, I closed my eyes, and instantly fell into a dream where I was in biology class learning about some particular organism. I then asked a question, curious about this creature: "Does it reproduce?" As I said this, I remember waking at that very moment (which was probably 10 or so seconds after the last thing Emily said about the pressure canner), and realizing that I had spoken that question out loud. "Huh???" Emily said, confused out of her mind. And then we giggled a lot, since asking if a pressure canner reproduces is somewhat out of the ordinary. HEH!
On a sidenote, does anybody know why I went into REM sleep in a matter of seconds rather than the usual 90 minutes? Any sleep experts out there?
3) I was complaining to my wife the other night about how sick I was of children at the rockwall, always whining and asking questions and asking for help with something or another. "But isn't that your job?" she asked. In a fit of rage, I grabbed the dinner table and overturned it, then threw the TV remote through the screen of the TV, which exploded in an orgy of fire and glass. Then I grabbed my dog Frankie and shook him. Just shook him and shook him. Until he died. My rage knew no bounds. All of this is true, up to the point where Emily reminded me of what my job was. I thought about her question and laughed, since that is my job. I appreciate the down times at the wall where I can just sit and relax, or climb leisurely, but apparently I had forgotten what I'm actually supposed to be doing. Maybe I'm sick of that job. Maybe that's the answer to everything.
4) Kobe.
5) (witty political statements to round out my well rounded blog.)
6) There is no end to being. There is no death above.
UH OH! Holden is generalizing again. Heh Heh! I guess if I was super good at something, I would feel the same way to my inferiors. Oh wait, I already feel like that when I beat up on people playing table foosball. Man I am just a jerk.
2) Funny story, because I know how much you love a funny story. Emily and I were laying in bed the other night, both very tired from a long day. We were discussing pressure canners and how much she wants one. At some point, I closed my eyes, and instantly fell into a dream where I was in biology class learning about some particular organism. I then asked a question, curious about this creature: "Does it reproduce?" As I said this, I remember waking at that very moment (which was probably 10 or so seconds after the last thing Emily said about the pressure canner), and realizing that I had spoken that question out loud. "Huh???" Emily said, confused out of her mind. And then we giggled a lot, since asking if a pressure canner reproduces is somewhat out of the ordinary. HEH!
On a sidenote, does anybody know why I went into REM sleep in a matter of seconds rather than the usual 90 minutes? Any sleep experts out there?
3) I was complaining to my wife the other night about how sick I was of children at the rockwall, always whining and asking questions and asking for help with something or another. "But isn't that your job?" she asked. In a fit of rage, I grabbed the dinner table and overturned it, then threw the TV remote through the screen of the TV, which exploded in an orgy of fire and glass. Then I grabbed my dog Frankie and shook him. Just shook him and shook him. Until he died. My rage knew no bounds. All of this is true, up to the point where Emily reminded me of what my job was. I thought about her question and laughed, since that is my job. I appreciate the down times at the wall where I can just sit and relax, or climb leisurely, but apparently I had forgotten what I'm actually supposed to be doing. Maybe I'm sick of that job. Maybe that's the answer to everything.
4) Kobe.
5) (witty political statements to round out my well rounded blog.)
6) There is no end to being. There is no death above.
posted by HLR | March 05, 2011
2 Comments:
DEATH
#3 is so great.
GOOD WORK GREEN.
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