If this were Facebook, my status would be something along the lines of "is glad he's finally got hair again." However, since I recently made fun of a friend for being addicted to said book o' faces, I feel obligated to tone down my presence there lest I fall into ye old pit trap of hypocrisy. So instead we go to the older, more narcissistic medium of talking at great length about our thoughts and publishing them for future generations to ignore with marked disinterest while they blog their thoughts into the collective void.
Least I have chicken. Mmmmm SweetFire Chickennnnn.
Nov 11, 2009
Nov 10, 2009
Ongka's Big Moka
After having celebrated my Mom's birthday the previous weekend, I came to realize a couple of things about the yearly celebration of your unexpectedly continued existence:
1) It is the unwritten rule of birthday tradition that no one is allowed to sing the Happy Birthday Song well. If you are going to sing, you will do so BADLY and with minimal begrudging enthusiasm.
2) Once you get some disposable income it becomes impossible purchase a meaningful gift for you. If you wanted something a month ago, you probably already have it unless you've got willpower and lifestyle of an ascetic monk.
3) Your birthday is a chance for you to hang out with friends and enjoy your small heap of presents...up until the time you turn 18. At which point it immediately becomes an excuse for your friends compete to see who can give you alcohol poisoning first.
Thank god for Pepcid AC.
1) It is the unwritten rule of birthday tradition that no one is allowed to sing the Happy Birthday Song well. If you are going to sing, you will do so BADLY and with minimal begrudging enthusiasm.
2) Once you get some disposable income it becomes impossible purchase a meaningful gift for you. If you wanted something a month ago, you probably already have it unless you've got willpower and lifestyle of an ascetic monk.
3) Your birthday is a chance for you to hang out with friends and enjoy your small heap of presents...up until the time you turn 18. At which point it immediately becomes an excuse for your friends compete to see who can give you alcohol poisoning first.
Thank god for Pepcid AC.
Nov 7, 2009
New format
Haha clearly I've been doing a bad job of keeping this thing updated. It's been a few months and not a peep. Fear not. Gonna post a little blurb every Mon, Wed, and Friday. Possibly more if you're good. Kiss those monolithic ramblings from yesteryear goodbye, though.
SO I've started listening to hypnosis tapes before going to bed. They claim to be able to do fun things like improve my memory (which I need) or make me quit smoking (which I don't need). Strangely enough, the overwhelming thought here isn't whether or not its working....its whether I'm actually being hypnotized.
About half the time I just knock out coz its so boring and wake up in time to catch the outro. The other half of the time I spend wondering why I'm listening to an audio file on smoking cessation. I guess someday I'll have a coherent reason, but tonight, the "hypnosis" continues.
SO I've started listening to hypnosis tapes before going to bed. They claim to be able to do fun things like improve my memory (which I need) or make me quit smoking (which I don't need). Strangely enough, the overwhelming thought here isn't whether or not its working....its whether I'm actually being hypnotized.
About half the time I just knock out coz its so boring and wake up in time to catch the outro. The other half of the time I spend wondering why I'm listening to an audio file on smoking cessation. I guess someday I'll have a coherent reason, but tonight, the "hypnosis" continues.
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