Saturday, July 23, 2005 That funnel cake's not going to eat itself.
Time's a wastin'!
Just kidding. There is an infinite amount of time, and the funnel cake will eat itself. We have the technology.
Oh, man. Good morning, internet. I know it's past noon, but today's a bright new day. My cantaloupe vine is growing in leaps and bounds, and the other clinging vines which I planted by throwing seeds on the ground and then forgetting about them are advancing on the sunflowers and taking them down.
It's a slow motion battle scene, and although the anthropomorphized (I mean, my housemates and I pretended they had human characteristics, not that they wore little waistcoats and danced around or anything) sunflowers were fun while they lasted, now I have to cheer for the clinging vines. Go get 'em, babies. You are my people so much more than those smug fucking sunflowers ever were.
I don't know if I'm myself today. I just got an e-mail from my dad, and those are always a rollercoaster ride. He jumps from idea to idea with turns of phrase that you are not allowed to make until you are several years into your eighth decade (OMG it's like Y2K U start counting at zero, LOL.). He mentions that he doesn't want to go work for the company that's taking over the state job he has now by saying "Who wants to be an outsourcerer's apprentice?" Psychopath. It's great.
I got the e-mail because yesterday was his birthday, and my mother wasn't around to pick up the phone, so I got the answering machine and left a happy birthday message. I didn't call back, because the phone agitates my parents and they just get all wound up. And because I'm a dick and I was in a bad mood for some reason.
I get paralyzed at the prospect of real-time conversation with them sometimes, because they are lunatics and I have an all-flaw character. I understand that this is the case with the parents and children in many families.
ArtScape, a giant collection of tents and fried dough (Just now I typoed "friend dough," and ain't that the truth? Oh, friend dough. We have been through a lot together. Yes we have.) is happening a few blocks away from me, and I have guests to wake up. It's time to leave the internet alone. I just want you to know, that if my dad were writing this blog, he would call the event "FartScape," and it would be the funniest joke you ever read. posted by Frenz | 7/23/2005 12:29:00 PM
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