ADD Tuesday Afternoon
I've been waking up each morning to either a masonry saw or a small, perosonal-sized jackhammer, both directed, with the aim of dismantlement, at my front stoop. A couple months ago, they tore out the windows, then there was the fucco ordeal. And now this. I'm not sure what was wrong with the old one! If you've never had the good fortune to endure a masonry saw for several hours on end, don't stop with nails on a chalkboard, no, think more of dragging your teeth across a chalkboard. In the words of Sam Malone, I would rather "...shave my head with a cheese grater while chewing on tinfoil." Yum.
Don't think that the smaller jackhammer resembles a child's toy in any respect other than appearance. It can chip up cement and instill fear just like the big boys. It's especially entertaining when they're working on something which is directly connected to the frame of the house. The whole damn thing resonates. I woke up the first morning around 8:30 thinking I was trapped inside a giant bassoon playing the world's longest low F. Took a while to recover from that one.
My dad sent me this picture yesterday from Arizona, where my parents have been vacationing for the last week or so. If you look very closely, you can see what he's saying. They sent me a good deal of other ones as well, including a wonderful shot of Japanese tourists taking pictures of each other, and if they were really up on everything, they'd get themselves a Flickr account so everyone could see them. But now, they're back in Traverse City, MI, where their weather looks like this, too. But colder. Ha!
I found out yesterday that WNYC is hosting their first ever singles event tonight, where unattached fans of public radio can drink, mingle, and find that special someone (or just a very well-informed hook-up). Evidently, Brian Lehrer is hosting a news quiz at S.O.B.'s, a West Village bar and performance space. I'm almost curious enough to go, except for the $25 ticket price, somewhat prohibitive. Surely, it could lead to some great stories for the kids: "When I met your mother, we were discussing the most recent edition of Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me!. I thought she was a little mousy at first, but when she started talking about her admiration for Carl Kasell, and how she, someday, would win his voice on her answering machine, her eyes lit up with passion, and I knew then that I had, at long last, found my true love."
Sweet Jesus.
On the topic of NPR, it was suggested by one of Brian Lehrer's guests during the "Monday Morning Politics" segment of yesterday's show that readers of political blogs were mostly people in their 40s, 50s, and 60s, and not those more net-savvy 20-somethings. They, on the other hand, spend most of their time surfing sites for social networking (porn), dating (porn), and music (porn). Smells like elitist hooey (porn), and I have no idea what he's talking about (porn).
That should do it for today. Gotta go hit MySpace—if I put in another hour, I might cross the 300-friend threshold!
(porn)
Don't think that the smaller jackhammer resembles a child's toy in any respect other than appearance. It can chip up cement and instill fear just like the big boys. It's especially entertaining when they're working on something which is directly connected to the frame of the house. The whole damn thing resonates. I woke up the first morning around 8:30 thinking I was trapped inside a giant bassoon playing the world's longest low F. Took a while to recover from that one.
My dad sent me this picture yesterday from Arizona, where my parents have been vacationing for the last week or so. If you look very closely, you can see what he's saying. They sent me a good deal of other ones as well, including a wonderful shot of Japanese tourists taking pictures of each other, and if they were really up on everything, they'd get themselves a Flickr account so everyone could see them. But now, they're back in Traverse City, MI, where their weather looks like this, too. But colder. Ha!I found out yesterday that WNYC is hosting their first ever singles event tonight, where unattached fans of public radio can drink, mingle, and find that special someone (or just a very well-informed hook-up). Evidently, Brian Lehrer is hosting a news quiz at S.O.B.'s, a West Village bar and performance space. I'm almost curious enough to go, except for the $25 ticket price, somewhat prohibitive. Surely, it could lead to some great stories for the kids: "When I met your mother, we were discussing the most recent edition of Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me!. I thought she was a little mousy at first, but when she started talking about her admiration for Carl Kasell, and how she, someday, would win his voice on her answering machine, her eyes lit up with passion, and I knew then that I had, at long last, found my true love."
Sweet Jesus.
On the topic of NPR, it was suggested by one of Brian Lehrer's guests during the "Monday Morning Politics" segment of yesterday's show that readers of political blogs were mostly people in their 40s, 50s, and 60s, and not those more net-savvy 20-somethings. They, on the other hand, spend most of their time surfing sites for social networking (porn), dating (porn), and music (porn). Smells like elitist hooey (porn), and I have no idea what he's talking about (porn).
That should do it for today. Gotta go hit MySpace—if I put in another hour, I might cross the 300-friend threshold!
(porn)
posted by David at 1:59 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home