Month: February 2013
Train Pantomime
Sometimes if I leave work early I run into Joe on the train ride home. Â He and I both take the quiet ride car and I pulled out my laptop and he pulled out his Kindle. Â I texted him “what are you reading” and replied by holding his hands up to his mouth and miming that he was eating, followed by tucking his arms like he had wings and flapping them while cawing. Â He was reading George RR Martin’s “A Feast for Crows”. Â I replied with another text consisting of “last time you and I talked you were reading” where I then mimed thunder and the sound of katanas striking each other with accompanying hand motions. Â “A Storm Of Swords”.
The next book in the series is “A Dance with Dragons”, not sure how I’d do that while sitting.
Guarding the Bee
Spotify Save
Operation Icicle Afterwards
Operation Icicle Preparation
Day of Nothing
I was able to go the day without painkillers and shuffled around in a bit of a haze. Â I hadn’t slept well and couldn’t really study nor do anything like clean. Â I didn’t do anything today except make a crappy cake. Â I think the cat was even underwhelmed with what I managed to accomplish today. Â I’m glad I return to work on Monday.
Delta
I woke this morning at 6:30, showered and trimmed my beard, put on a size 16 shirt and caught the 7:21 train to Suburban Station where I would ascend 30 floors to where I work as an actuary. Â That evening, I took a subway to meet Janine who’d come down from New York City to watch an episode of Community at Suzie’s with some other friends. Â Besides Suzie, I had known none of the people present for more than 8 months. Â Janine stayed over that night. Â We sat in my kitchen and ate cheese, just like we had for years.
No element of the above could have happened 9 months ago.
Laptop Recovery
Daily Show
Security Guard: May I see it?
Me: Yeah *unbuttons shirt*
Security Guard: Holy shit. Step through. Â Oh, what are those? Â *points to drainage bulbs*
Me: Do you really want to know?
Security Guard: Is it blood?
Me: No.
Security Guard: What is it?
Me: Wound exudate.
Security Guard: Oh, of course.