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Thursday, August 26, 2004
Goodness gracious!
Hello, I'm back. Yeah.
People have been wondering, out loud, whether I'm still alive. "I'm sitting right next to you," I tell them. But apparently they judge my relative liveliness by the frequency of my posts.
Well, I still am quite alive, after my triumphant return from a week in Aspen, Colorado, that hive of scum and villainy, home of the fifteen dollar sandwich.
I saw my brother there, we hung out a little. Our hotel room was huge! It was like a house. It had a living room, three bedrooms, four bathrooms, and an indoor football stadium. Not really. No football.
There wasn't too much to do there, so I spent a lot of time downstairs in my room, watching—and I measured this—over six thousand hours of television. See, I don't have cable back home. Yeah.
So on the plane ride back to America, which is to say, New York (ha ha, joke!), the film known as Garfield: the Movie was perpetrated on me. If I ever meet the corporate whores responsible for that movie, blood will be shed.
Oh man, I wrote in a notebook all of the pertinent thoughts I experienced as I watched the movie, but the notebook I wrote them in is elsewhere. I'll get back to everyone with my stream-of-consciousness review when I find the notebook.
Okay, look, I think this is the problem I have right now, with the posting: I'm waiting too long between posts. I operate best when I have a single subject or two to speak of, instead of a week and a half, or six weeks really, to talk about. And I've decided that I'm not going to do a post on my trip to Europe. There's just too much there. But seriously, I'll get back into prime typing condition in no time!
Until then, at your disposable,
Nicky Young
MY E-MAIL! Okayeahwhatever@yahoo.com.
AIM: Jake Aimer
People have been wondering, out loud, whether I'm still alive. "I'm sitting right next to you," I tell them. But apparently they judge my relative liveliness by the frequency of my posts.
Well, I still am quite alive, after my triumphant return from a week in Aspen, Colorado, that hive of scum and villainy, home of the fifteen dollar sandwich.
I saw my brother there, we hung out a little. Our hotel room was huge! It was like a house. It had a living room, three bedrooms, four bathrooms, and an indoor football stadium. Not really. No football.
There wasn't too much to do there, so I spent a lot of time downstairs in my room, watching—and I measured this—over six thousand hours of television. See, I don't have cable back home. Yeah.
So on the plane ride back to America, which is to say, New York (ha ha, joke!), the film known as Garfield: the Movie was perpetrated on me. If I ever meet the corporate whores responsible for that movie, blood will be shed.
Oh man, I wrote in a notebook all of the pertinent thoughts I experienced as I watched the movie, but the notebook I wrote them in is elsewhere. I'll get back to everyone with my stream-of-consciousness review when I find the notebook.
Okay, look, I think this is the problem I have right now, with the posting: I'm waiting too long between posts. I operate best when I have a single subject or two to speak of, instead of a week and a half, or six weeks really, to talk about. And I've decided that I'm not going to do a post on my trip to Europe. There's just too much there. But seriously, I'll get back into prime typing condition in no time!
Until then, at your disposable,
Nicky Young
MY E-MAIL! Okayeahwhatever@yahoo.com.
AIM: Jake Aimer
1 Comments:
Hey Conny, Can you say, "Bruce Banner, I just slashed your tires?"
"Bruce Banner, I just slashed your tires."
"RRRRROOOOOAAAAAAARRRRR!!! Hehehehehehe."
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