Friday, February 22, 2002
These are people who hummed, hummed. They were all my friends, and they hummed. |1:26 PM|
Using an example of a complicated light refraction/data storage medium, and the combination of 2 of the so called "simple machines" that drive mankind's technology, I managed to extricate myself from a complex spring clasp that was affixing a piece of body ornamentation to my neck. In other words, I put on a necklace last night that I haven't worn in some time, and thanks to this fashion whim, managed to be trapped in the damn thing. The metal components had been bent in an incredibly bizarre way, and I couldn't get wire cutters close enough without slicing my throat or the necklace. My needle nose pliers were unavailable at the time that I realized the damn thing was stuck. A good policy to keep is that you shouldn't cut into your neck for any reason, even if you're SURE you are not about to trigger a comical geyser of your internal life juice. The last thing you want is a necklace and possibly a shirt ruined as a heart beat rhythm'd fountain of unleaded people gasoline splashes off your vanity mirror.
I was pretty sure the day was going to go poorly when, despite being late for work, I was standing in front of a mirror straining against a tiny safety pin, desperately trying to remove the necklace and get to work. I failed to remove the necklace, and I had to return home for both my badge and my pager. Oh, and I left my wallet behind. I did get the hemp off of my neck when I arrived at work, using a CDROM of Lexmark printer drivers as a mirror and my needle nose "Finger Removin'(TM)" pliers.
I was incredibly impressed by a woman last night who remembered the name of
Jim Carroll, when all I was able to remember was part of the chorus to "People who died". It took her a while, and we both had to keep singing "People who died, died" and there was a lot of humming.
I was also impressed by another woman's knowledge of Zoroastrianism, and my host's Cajun cooking ability was superb. Mmmm. Cajun gumbo. Sushi restaurants have taken the place of several local businesses. I don't know what that means, but I intend to try them out even if it means risking Fugu poisoning.
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