Yet another of the college graduates with whom I share office space has
managed to convert popcorn into charcoal using nothing but an ordinary household
microwave and a complete lack of common sense. Why we as a nation are not
pursuing this as a fuel alternative is beyond my comprehension.
I guess Guich Koock must've been on a Match Game rerun recently.
I haven't had time to watch it, myself, but I always know, 'cos I get a new
batch of Googlers™
every time, looking for his picture. Of course I have a picture of
Guich
Koock. He's cute, dammit.
My page just got blasted
into space for the third time. Greetings and salutations from ZZ9 Plural-Z Alpha.
Have towel, will travel.
Also, I had one of Those Dreams about Robert Sean Leonard last night, which
is whack, because when it comes to House, I am all about the Hugh
Laurie. (Hallelujah. Can I get a mrwowr?) In fact, when it comes to Dead
Poet's Society, I am still not with the Robert Sean Leonard
— for that, I am all about the Josh "Knox Rox My Sox" Charles.
Carpe diem and all that.
I would suggest sunscreen with an SPF of at least 100 to protect you from the
blinding glow of my dorkosity.
drinking: orange fruit2o
listening to: Neutral Milk Hotel, Two-Headed Boy
early holiday gift: a new turkish restaurant with falafel and turkish
beer and turkish coffee, not a quarter mile from my house
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