His new victims: carpet in the bedroom and the bed.
He is thiiiiiiiiiiiiis close to being sent to the glue factory.
Let the FISTing begin!
Washington Improv Theater’s Fighting Improv Smackdown Tournament (FIST) starts tomorrow.
Sarah, Sean, and I are competing as Goddammit, Mother! this Saturday, March 6, 2010 at 8 p.m. Click here for tickets. Only $10! Cheap! The audience determines the winner, so come and cheer us on into victory against Alpha Beta Soup. I mean, come on. Wouldn’t you vote for us, just based on our promo pic?
I had flowers delivered to TJ for his birthday. This is what they looked like the next day. Boooooo, Conklyn’s Flowers. Booooooo.
When I’m stuck at the Detroit airport close to midnight, waiting for a delayed flight to Fort Wayne, Indiana, I like to look through my journal archives on my laptop. And inevitably, I reach the same conclusion every time I peruse my musings: Holy crap.
As in, “Holy crap, what the hell was going on in my head when I was 18/21/24/26/30?”
I look forward to reading this year’s journal in 2015 when I ask myself why I’m at the Detroit airport at midnight waiting for a flight to Fort Wayne, Indiana.
Why is it headline news that Tiger Woods will be holding an image-redemption press conference today? And why are sports and news analysts foaming at the mouth, wondering how effective his “I’m going to therapy” concession will be? And do we really care that much?
There’ll be a headline on CNN that reads: “Man Brandishes Firearm in VA Olive Garden, Discovers Never-Ending Pasta Bowl Actually Ends”
S0 the Virginia Senate recently voted to allow guns in restaurants. The sponsoring senator apparently defended the bill, citing that women feared for their lives while dining at Red Lobster.
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Finally. I was wondering when we’d welcome back the good ol’ Wild West.
Epic fail.
Well, I get to go back to work tomorrow after a week away from the office. I can’t believe I’m actually looking forward to it.
