Object Found Beyond Pluto's Orbit
And it wasn't the pass Brett Favre threw for the first score last night.
It's not a matter of if,
but when. Here's the
complete text of what Dubya said last night, which is mostly (sic) "I am going to bomb yer ass real good, Saddam." From the future, I think we'll look back on this and say what was the big deal. Cuz I suspect that things like this have been done before, just not publicized. Or I've been reading too many spy novels.
Or maybe Big Brother is watching you.
What IS
this? I just realized that my family doesn't do Halloween. My mom shuts the house down, we all go out for dinner and come back late at night when all the little kiddies have gone home. Kinda sad for the little kids, I guess, but as my mom puts it, what is Halloween celebrating? Eating lots of candy? Dressing up like monsters? What is that? My mom, the paragon of practicality.
Hey! I'm one of the
Presurfer's "Favourite Blogs." I am SO cool. Even though like half the links on any given day are from there.
My brother is an awesome kid. It makes me happy that he's out there at college, and people are going to find out how awesome he is. Cuz only a few people, like my fam, and some of his HS friends, know. It makes me smile to think about it. How much can you get buoyed by vicarious happiness? Depending on the person, I think I could get by on it for quite some time.
Some of my friends are going to have their first babies soon. It only reminds me that I am veerrryyy far from that place. But it's ok; I have other things that can rightfully push that down the list of life goals at this point.
I wish I could play bass. I should start learning.
Song stuck inside me: not really a song, but the opening riff to that White Stripes song, "Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground"