Friday, November 12, 2004
Too Much Sleepy Sleepy
If you haven't had the pleasure of reading the comments from yesterday, here is an excerpt from Hufton:
Mr. Adams,
I would suggest that, in addition to posting as the bona fide Mr. Adams, commenting occasionally under a fictitious name would not be totally out of place. While it may irk Mestee somewhat not to know who's passing through his realm of the blogosphere, I think it more likely that Mestee and his readers enjoy the challenge of attributing wry comment to shy commentator.
The Real Hufton
Hufton,
I must say that I actually agree with this statement, which may surprise you. However, I would appreciate it if, in the future, you could refrain from accusing my Dad of writing as Dominatrix Barbie. It's wrong in many ways.
-Brian
Okay, back to business. I worked late again last night as part of my plan to make November my personal "Make a lot of money" month. The road to financial stability must be paved with some serious overtime hours, making for a potentially boring month on the blog. I'll try my best to keep it interesting, though. Comments have certainly helped.
I overslept today. I'm wondering if it is a problem with my alarm clock or my head. Maybe I'm too tired from working long hours to be responsive to the radio when it blares music towards my face at 7:00 each morning. I woke up at 8:00 today, which makes catching the 7:59 train quite a challenge. I caught the 8:27 instead, which was surprisingly packed. I had to stand in the aisle, which is sort of unpleasant. The people sitting down on either side of you are usually unexcited to have their face in such close proximity to the buttocks of the standee, which is understandable. The situation only gets worse when the train conductor comes through the car to collect tickets and check passes. The aisle is only wide enough for one average-sized adult, so when the conductor comes through and you're standing in the aisle, you really have no choice but to sort of lean into the seats on one side of you. This morning, I basically had to put my crotch in the face of this guy that was sitting down, just so the conductor could squeeze by (the older female conductor and I also shared an uncomfortable butt-to-butt brush as she passed by). As for the unlucky guy, he's probably blogging about the jerk on the train who put their crotch in his face.
I went to Brooks yesterday and saw what may be the most vile food item I can think of...Shrek Twinkies. That's right, just like regular Twinkies, but with GREEN filling. This guy was grossed out enough to dedicate his blog to them. Feel free to comment anonymously about them.
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Mr. Adams,
I would suggest that, in addition to posting as the bona fide Mr. Adams, commenting occasionally under a fictitious name would not be totally out of place. While it may irk Mestee somewhat not to know who's passing through his realm of the blogosphere, I think it more likely that Mestee and his readers enjoy the challenge of attributing wry comment to shy commentator.
The Real Hufton
Hufton,
I must say that I actually agree with this statement, which may surprise you. However, I would appreciate it if, in the future, you could refrain from accusing my Dad of writing as Dominatrix Barbie. It's wrong in many ways.
-Brian
Okay, back to business. I worked late again last night as part of my plan to make November my personal "Make a lot of money" month. The road to financial stability must be paved with some serious overtime hours, making for a potentially boring month on the blog. I'll try my best to keep it interesting, though. Comments have certainly helped.
I overslept today. I'm wondering if it is a problem with my alarm clock or my head. Maybe I'm too tired from working long hours to be responsive to the radio when it blares music towards my face at 7:00 each morning. I woke up at 8:00 today, which makes catching the 7:59 train quite a challenge. I caught the 8:27 instead, which was surprisingly packed. I had to stand in the aisle, which is sort of unpleasant. The people sitting down on either side of you are usually unexcited to have their face in such close proximity to the buttocks of the standee, which is understandable. The situation only gets worse when the train conductor comes through the car to collect tickets and check passes. The aisle is only wide enough for one average-sized adult, so when the conductor comes through and you're standing in the aisle, you really have no choice but to sort of lean into the seats on one side of you. This morning, I basically had to put my crotch in the face of this guy that was sitting down, just so the conductor could squeeze by (the older female conductor and I also shared an uncomfortable butt-to-butt brush as she passed by). As for the unlucky guy, he's probably blogging about the jerk on the train who put their crotch in his face.
I went to Brooks yesterday and saw what may be the most vile food item I can think of...Shrek Twinkies. That's right, just like regular Twinkies, but with GREEN filling. This guy was grossed out enough to dedicate his blog to them. Feel free to comment anonymously about them.
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