Pickle
my baby done left me.
i seem to recall waking up at 3:30 and hearing her rustle about some, but then i awoke again at 7:30 and she was gone. not even a note! (except for the really foxy note on the counter).
i'm both sad she's gone and kinda excited to have a few days to settle into our new place on my own. you know. adjustificate. and watch the dogificate.
and pick the dogificate up in a plastic bag.
wror wror wroaaaaaaar goes the dog in the morning. this means: release you, sirrah, mine bladder contents from the confines of my ever-shedding form.
so to the park go i.
i've had too much coffee, which at this point is any at all. i'm curtailing my coffee drinkage and now when i have a cup i boing boing boing.
the gala last night was a grand-old time. madhavi looked hottt in her short black dress and i got called "dashing" by one of our directors. aw shucks! then we gorged ourselves on free food and went home early. i also had a nice conversation with the wife of our timpianist who sat next to us. she told us the musicians have all these little jokes they say to themselves when they play Copland's Danzon cubano. Then we watched the violinists crack themselves up as they played. Ah, the joys of 2nd row seats.
tonight is my brudder's last night in town. he's moving to new york pickle tomorrow. there will be much festivacating at zeitgeist this evening if you're a pal of my brothers. or a pal of liquid refreshments. or a palindrome.
chaplin snerm wrote a screenplay the title of which is a palindrome:
Rats Live on No Evil Star
what does that mean? i don't know. i haven't read it. and he doesn't read this blog so he won't that i've hinted he lend me a copy. such are the travails one endures.
what? new york pickle? i don't know. too much coffee.
and hey, if you're a pal of mnqf, send her nice things. she got the short end of the stick. although i'm not sure why one would want any kind of stick end, long or short. maybe that's a drawing straws reference?
william safire? hello? anyone?
now i must type up some minutes. and stuff.
also. this is a very big pig.
ALAPAHA, Ga. -- Chris Griffin, 31, poses beside the half-ton wild hog he shot on Thursday, June 17, 2004. No one keeps official records on hog kills, but Georgia game officials say it is the largest they have ever heard of. (07/29/04 AP Photo/River Oak Plantation)
