Update

Another shirt on backwards today. Am I an idiot? What would it take for shirt-makers to make t-shirts that fit both ways?

Myself - Addendum for Matt

A wave splashed onto Bugsy's face. He held onto his raft for dear life. The sea tossed him about. When the storm let up, he looked to his side, and noticed something missing.

"Wilson?" Bugsy called. "Where are you, Wilson?"

Bugsy became very upset. "Come back, Wilson!" he screamed.

"I'm sorry, Wilson!" he screamed again. His screaming gave way to a soft whimper. "I'm sorry, Wilson."

Myself - Chapter 4 - Part XXVII

I left the house and drove to the café. Once again, April was being April, and it was beautiful outside. The trees were blossoming. It was comfortably warm. Birds were chirping. These are the things I noticed as I drove to see Molly.

I arrived at the cafe, and there she was. “Molly!”

“Hey there, hot stuff.”

“Hot stuff?”

“Does that make you uncomfortable?”

“Uh…”

“Okay,” she said. “That’s your new nickname from now on.”

I rolled my eyes. “Let’s sit down.”

I again got hot chocolate, and she again got something with more shots than syllables, which there were more than enough of. “Do you ever sleep?” I asked.

We sat down. “I’ve been thinking a lot about you,” she said.

For me, for the first time in years, I had not been thinking non-stop about her. I had other stuff going on in my lives.

“Like, what does it mean that we’re in love? Are we, like, a couple now?”

“I guess so.”

“Wow,” I said, and paused. “First time for everything.”

We looked at each other without saying anything. After a couple minutes, she kicked me under the table.

“Why’d you do that?!”

She giggled. “You were holding up the conversation.”

“So you kicked me?”

“Well, now we can talk about your sore ankle!”

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t even know my name!”

“Touché.” Another moment of silence. Another kick.

“Hey!” I squealed. “It was your turn to say something!”

“ ‘Touché?’ That’s not enough!”

“This is an abusive relationship, you know that?”

“And it’s only three and a half minutes old!” She was holding back more giggles with a big smile.

Sheen or Estevez?!

Did you know the Sheens and Estiveses are one in the same. I always thought they looked alike and had to be related, but was told was wrong, but today I stand (sit) a proud man of being right. Martin Sheen took the stage name Sheen and passed it to charlie, but Emilio wanted to prove he did not need a stage name to and take a false name to get casted. ( he was sort of wrong, I mean all he did that was great was the Mighty Ducks -- a damn good movie, but nothing else till now, bobby.) So while all intersting facts I was right to all you who thought I was wrong. And on another note, cool. ;)

Update

I put two shirts on today without checking the tag beforehand. One went on backwards, and one went on the right way. So Matt has been proven right.

Also, today might be a completely lousy day, but I will be happy, because I'm wearing LONG UNDERWEAR.

Annual Alert e-mail

From: Donald C. Marsala
To: All@vassar.edu; Students@vassar.edu
Subject: Annual Hunting Season Alert

****2006 Hunting Season Alert****

Once again, the New York State Big Game hunting season is upon us.

The season starts at dawn tomorrow (Saturday). Hunters unaware of our trespassing restrictions may be wandering through our woods bearing arms in search of the wily whitetail.

We will be bolstering our patrols at the Farm,Golf Course and Boardman Road areas in an effort to thwart any poachers.

Avoiding our wooded areas, especially during the early morning and late afternoon hours for the next two weeks is highly recommended.

Choosing apparel without a cervine theme will increase your chances of enjoying the upcoming holiday season as well.

Don Marsala

Director of Security

Addendum for Matt

Bernie looked at Bugsy very seriously, and said, "The survival of everyone on board depends on just one thing: finding someone on board who can not only fly this plane, but who didn't have fish for dinner."

Myself - Chapter 4 - Part XXVI

“Who ever could that have been?” Bugsy said. “Oh, by the way, Cabrera’s on first.”

“I’m meeting her in half an hour. Whose turn is it to go?”

Bugsy was sprawled across the couch. “You can go.”

“You’d rather stay here and watch the Phillies die slowly than see the girl you love?”

“Things will change once they get to the Marlins’ bullpen.”

This struck me as entirely odd, but I wasn’t in the mood to argue with myself. “Alright, I’ll be back later.”

“Are you going to get flowers?”

“Well, is this a date?”

“Didn’t you just ask her?”

“I didn’t get a clear answer.”

“It can’t hurt.”

“Why are we so obsessed with flowers?”

“Cabrera just stole second.”

“Bye.”

yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyea

my business law teacher was on a short lived game show in 1990, that took place in some atlantic city Trump casino, and he got a question that would lead him to getting 10,000 bucks wrong- but he was convinced he got it right. he wrote a sweetass letter to the show all about the laws of contracts and what not, and he convinced the show that he actually got the question right, with proof of a dictionary definition.
the question- what is the correct name for the father of a colt?
The show would have only accepted a steed or equine, two words i have never really heard of. but a horse is technically right too.
so he went back to the show so they could replay the final 5 minutes of it, he got the money, $4000 of it that had to go to taxes. that show, whatever it was called, was cancelled not more than 2 months later- so he got pretty lucky.

Just for the heck of it...

"Because Democrat and Destiny both start with the letter D!"

-Pennsylvania state representative Josh Shapiro

Myself - Chapter 4 - Part XXV

Emily left the next morning for her day with Helen. That left Bugsy and I at home without much to do. As luck would have it, there was a baseball game on TV. Philadelphia versus Florida. By the third inning, it was four to nothing in favor of the fish. It was about then that I realized I was bored.

Most fortunately, the phone rang. I leaped towards it, falling just short, and jumped back up, hitting my head on a bookcase, and grabbed the phone, which slipped out of my hands and flew through the air, landing across the room, with the caller wondering what was going on, unaware of her flight. I finally gained control of the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Molly.”

“Molly!”

“How are you?”

“Marlins up four-nothing; not great.”

“Oh you’re watching the game? Then you probably don’t want to get together or anything…”

“NO. I DO.”

“Oh, okay! What do you want to do?”

“I want to see you!”

She chuckled. “No, I mean where do you want to meet?”

“How about that little café near your house?”

“Okay. So, like, we’ll meet in half an hour or so?”

“Sounds good.”

“Alrighty, I’ll see you then.”

“Wait, Molly?”

“Yes?”

“Is this, um, technically… technically a, you know, thingy?”

“What kind of thingy?”

“A date thingy.”

“Oooh! That kind of thingy! See you soon!” And she hung up.