Whew. I'm still a little loagy from the weekend.
All that football watching with the Cheesy Poofs and ingesting Cheez Whiz straight from the can left me a little lightheaded.
I heard something about Tom Brady getting caught in a hurricane after knocking up Michael Palin's daughter. Oh and the New York Bretts won. Of course.
I'm a little vague on some details. Things got a little blurry after I celebrated not having to watch any of the Lions embarrassing road defeat. Per uzh.
But I did have one moment of clarity. I've learned to keep a pad of paper by me so I can write down any flashes of insight/pearls of wisdom that pounding my head against a wall whenever I hear John Madden say things like "He's a real football player. And that's why he's playing football." It's only in that humid, woozy state that I truly have great ideas. It's kind of like when Doc Brown hits his head and then comes up with the idea for the flux capacitor.
But why did I write down "Accordian Hero Xbox 360?"
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Monday, September 08, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Adventures in Public Mastication
An exchange between the Wife and I while we were out Sunday morning acquiring sustenance:
“Should we go to the Gay Pride Parade?”
“It’s today?”
“Yeah.”
“A Sunday?”
“You know we’re not gay despite your love of musical theater.”
“But we’re allies.”
“How do you know it’s today?”
“I overheard our waitress reference it while explaining her outfit to another table.”
“That’s just an excuse to wear purple spandex with green leggings.”
“Do you think the Utah Gay Pride Parade will suck?”
“We saw the San Francisco Gay Pride Parade and it was awesome.”
“But that was San Fran.”
“Yeah, but in Utah it’s only once a year to go nuts. In Saracisco, that’s just Tuesday.”
"Will the parade go by the churches downtown?"
"If I were in charge, it would go by precisely as church was letting out."
"Especially the float with the Priests on it."
Legging-bedecked waitress comes to check on us and touches me on the back whilst making her inquiry.
“I saw that.”
“Moths to the flame.”
“She must dig you.”
“And wants to take me to the parade in a strictly platonic way.”
“If she really dug you, she’d get you some free bacon.”
“I’d share it with you.”
“I’m pretty sure she’s keeping all that bacon for herself.”
“Should we go to the Gay Pride Parade?”
“It’s today?”
“Yeah.”
“A Sunday?”
“You know we’re not gay despite your love of musical theater.”
“But we’re allies.”
“How do you know it’s today?”
“I overheard our waitress reference it while explaining her outfit to another table.”
“That’s just an excuse to wear purple spandex with green leggings.”
“Do you think the Utah Gay Pride Parade will suck?”
“We saw the San Francisco Gay Pride Parade and it was awesome.”
“But that was San Fran.”
“Yeah, but in Utah it’s only once a year to go nuts. In Saracisco, that’s just Tuesday.”
"Will the parade go by the churches downtown?"
"If I were in charge, it would go by precisely as church was letting out."
"Especially the float with the Priests on it."
Legging-bedecked waitress comes to check on us and touches me on the back whilst making her inquiry.
“I saw that.”
“Moths to the flame.”
“She must dig you.”
“And wants to take me to the parade in a strictly platonic way.”
“If she really dug you, she’d get you some free bacon.”
“I’d share it with you.”
“I’m pretty sure she’s keeping all that bacon for herself.”
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