I was out walking the puppy this morning. She sees another dog and they start playing. Except that the other dog is just barking. The other dog’s owner explains that he wants to play, but he’s old and it just hurts too much, so he barks instead.

I’m thinking: that describes every man I know once they turn 40.

Freakin’ car-farters.

Sorry, man. I had pancakes this morning.

I still play, I just suffer for it the next day.

This is the story of a cheap $10 watch:

Cheap little waterproof watch
You were purchased in the Bahamas.

You were bought
With little thought

We needed you because our
Expensive watches were left on the ship

But we needed to know
What time it was

Even when we swam with the
Rays and the sharks.

We brought you home
Cheap watch

But we don’t wear you now

You are on the kitchen table.
And you still beep the hour
The time in Nassau
In the Bahamas

Tonite while I ate toast and cream cheese
You set off an alarm. One I may have set

Back there

In another world

Another time.

I was going to find you under the pile of mail and menus
But i thought…

You go little watch

You keep beeping.

I trust you to keep telling the time
No matter what happens

Rock on, little cheap watch.

Rock on…

I want a MOBA where you don’t level up. No levels.

Very nice, Rich.

I need a new watch. A magician broke mine with magic on Fathers’ Day.

Aw, that’s simultaneously heart-wrenching and endearing. Poor dog!

I never knew you could fit that many swear words into a 1 hour TV show. (Late to the party - just started watching Deadwood)

Wow. I just fucked up. I swore I wouldn’t do Facebook. But i got a call from an old friend. We spent a few hours drinking beers at a bar on Roosevelt Island.

So I set up a fucking Facebook page.

Oh fuck me. What a fucking thing that was.

I got messages from old girlfriends asking for money. And invitations to places I would never go.

It was like being swamped with zombies.

FML as they say there. Holy crap, they are all over me!

I’m a very casual user of Facebook and what annoys me is that both my boss and our general manager’s PA keep sending me friend requests.

On one hand it feels like a career limiting move refusing to friend them, on the other hand they have absolutely no business seeing who I associate with after work hours or what I occasionally say when I actually say anything.

And don’t suggest using the labyrinthian privacy controls to limit what they can see - I’m not invested enough in Facebook to bother with that shit.

So that didn’t happen. But we are getting the J. Geils Band with The Fixx.

That is not an acceptable substitute.

Is there any way I can keep the internet from telling me the winner of the women’s beach volley ball gold medal round before I see it tonite?


Now how could I possibly see those pics if I unplug this thing?

And it isn’t Kansas without Kerry Livgr–OH MY GOD KANSAS IS COMING TO MY TOWN IN AUGUST!!1

I saw Kansas a couple years ago without Livgren. Not as good but still very good.

turn it off

Well I subscribe to time as a linear entity. So what has been seen can not be unseen. But it would be chauvinistic to assume that you experience time the way I do. So you’re right. My bad.

;-)

Ok so does that mean I have to go back in time and kill my great great grandfather?

Hey guys, don’t tell walTer an American team wins the GOLD!!!