How We Do Scattergories

Well, if you tried to send anything to my AOL account since yesterday, you probably noticed that it isn't working. Apparently they don't like it when you don't pay them. Or something like that. At any rate, they're bastards.
Well, I started my new job at the Rec department and if anybody ever needs a windbreaker, I have about seventeen. However, somewhere in all the intramural packets and the recreation schedules, you'll probably be able to piece together the fingerprints that have since disappeared from my fingers. I suppose I should take this rare opportunity to rob a bank. Anybody got some pantyhose and C-22? I'd even settle for a garter belt and a sparkler.

OK. I'm dead tired and I no longer have the luxury of doing e-mail at home so I have to do to after work when I can no longer see straight. Hell, I can't even think of anything funny anybody said. Ever. Lemme see. Tony and Mike were in the same room for a few hours. Somebody probably said something funny then, I'm sure. We were even playing Scattergories. Except instead of going with their categories like "things that are black" and "a boy's name," we decided to make up our own categories like "excuses to get out of a date" and "dumb animals with a sufficient explanation." And instead of using the two minute timer, we set a clock for about 6 minutes or so. Well, I remember "L" as being a pretty funny letter. OK. I got one. One of the categories was "crappy jobs" and I thought my "Lake Salesman" was pretty good, but I think Tony had an even worse job. Or at least a more pointless one...


Quote Of the Day 8/25/98

"Lithuanian Ambassador To Madagascar"



Yeah, well I'll bet HE can't sell a lake.



Nobody's favorite misunderstood hero,
Mr. Cantaloupe.


Still Standing Right Here...

Kinda Gay

Well, I apologize about the lack of quotes last week, but I actually have pretty damn good excuses this time. Tuesday, I was getting a job. Wednesday, I was buying a car. Thursday, I was signing the lease for my apartment. And Friday, I was renting a U-Haul. Saturday, I was making Tony move all my stuff out and bring it down to Maryland. I guess I have no real good excuse for Monday. Sorry. It won't happen again (yes, it will). And I also won't be able to access this account for a while due to the fact that I don't have a phone yet. So If you want to write, I'll be available at my gl account (dfishe1@gl.umbc ) for the next week or so. Maybe I'll do a quote from there, but don't expect it (see, I told you).

Well, due to the fact that I have to leave in an hour, and part of leaving entails packing up this very computer on which I am typing (and playing tennis with Joe), I'm going to make this fairly short. On the trip, Kevin and I were sharing some of the songs that we had written with one another and critiquing them. Well, Mike felt a little left out, and frankly, a little less like a man than Kevin and I. And by the way, this one is real crass, so if you are offended by homosexuality, close your ears. Well anyway, Mike was talking about how he feels like he doesn't do anything cool because me and Kevin write music, so he was going to tell us about this gay thing he does where he writes down philosophy quotes and shit...

Quote Of the Day 8/16/98

Mike: "Well, there is this one thing I do, but it's kinda gay."
Kevin: "Mike. I got one question for you... Do you do it while kissing a guy?"
Mike: "What?"
Kevin: "Do you do it while kissing a guy?"
Mike: "No."
Kevin: "Well, then it's not gay."

Writing down philosophy quotes isn't too bad, Mike. At least you don't stay up until 5 in the morning on the internet looking for them. Oh, wait...


Offend and run,
Extendo.


Still Standing Right Here...