Secrets

 

Do you have secrets?

I have a few, but nothing that will send me to jail … or will repel friends too much.

I think people need a few secrets. It makes things interesting.

Secrets are interesting.

I want to know other people’s secrets, but I don’t want to share mine.

I’m secreting, but am interested in other people’s secretions … except for gob and puke and stuff.

 

secret note: I wrote this post while 3 or 4 sheets to the wind … whatever that means. … I don’t know how far the wind is away from me.

secret double note: if you don’t get the things I write, the things you find while hovering over the photos, the notes, or the tags … it’s not a problem. I just do those things because I like to do them … and some things don’t make sense anyway.

morning after note: I had every intention of deleting this post this morning, but I’ll leave it up … and go find some aspirin now.

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Today #173

Today was not as good as tonight: there was a Canuck’s game … and they won again.
(I’m a Canucks ice hockey fan, but that’s a secret.)

Jarred Memories … Or Memories In Jars

 

A friend in High School had a set of felt pens: you could only see the ink using a blacklight.

Over a few years he covered every inch of his bedroom with writing, doodles, and other stuff: the walls, ceiling, floor, furniture, stereo speakers, and even the inside of drawers. Nothing remained untouched.

It was pretty cool at the time.

I don’t think his parents ever knew about it.

I saw him a few years ago and asked him about his old bedroom.

“It’s all still there, but I don’t know what most of it means anymore.“

That’s how I feel about my hometown.

 

note: sure you can never go home, but people seem to write about the experience a lot of the time anyway.

double note: I like when people sum things up for me unintentionally.

triple note: it took me a long time to realize that something good came out of my hometown: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cowichan_knitting

… other than me of course. hee hee!

quadruple note: I haven’t forgotten anything about growing up, … I’ve just misplaced a lot of things for long periods of time.

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Today #160

Today an 8 year old student puked in my classroom. I don’t usually have that affect on people … or a stained smelly carpet.
(I always ask people what they ate as I clean up their vomit: it’s an anti-gag reflex reflex for some reason)

URL

I was talking to my “computer literate” friend about URLs and he was looking at me all confused.

“What’s an URL?” he asked.

“An URL, the address up in the top bar thingy“, I replied.

“Oh!  a U-R-L“, he said.

I thought it was pronounced like the name “Earl“.

Is it just me?

note: Do computer people drink URL Grey tea?

double note: Is it Earl Gray tea in North America?

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Lost

 

I’ve been really lost for the last few days.

My friends have abandoned me, and I seem to be wandering around aimlessly in no clear direction.

I could be close to something, but I have no idea.

Can you contact the Park Rangers at Oze National Park in Gunma, Japan for me? My laptop battery is almost dead and I’m really hungry.

I hope there is a search party looking for me.

 

note: everyone loves a good party, don’t they?

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Stuck

My friend tells me odd facts: the latest tidbit, “dogs don’t sweat”.

This has been running through my head like a mantra for the last 2 weeks.

What a bastard!

note: at least it’s shorter than “the male seahorse carries the baby eggs on its head“.

 

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The Breakfast Run

I camped with friends of friends in Barcelona, Spain.

On the 1st morning one guy volunteered to get breakfast stuff from the campsite store.

He brought back bananas and baguettes.

On the 2nd day he brought back the same.

After bringing back the same things on the 3rd day, we questioned him.

“Does the store only sell bananas and baguettes?”

“No, they have lots of stuff, but these are the only things I like,” he answered.

On the 4th day we ate like kings.

He ate bananas and baguettes.

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Van Pod

 

My van is 15 years old.

It’s a reliable beast, but cutting edge technology it ain’t.

Roll up windows, arm-strong steering, and no sounds or lights to let me know when a door is open or I’m not wearing a seatbelt.

It is also equipped with a cassette tape player.

I have about 50 cassettes, nothing more recent than 1998. I rock out to Def Leppard, Tom Petty, Neil Young, Spin Doctors, Eddie Money, …

My friends laugh at me, ask me if I watch video discs and play Atari 2600 as well.

Recently a friend loaned me an adapter that plugs into the tape player, so I can listen to my i-pod now.

It’s great!

What music is on my i-pod?

Def Leppard, Tom Petty, Neil Young, Spin Doctors, Eddie Money, …

New Topics

 

 

 

 A question not asked by a 20 year old:

How long will beer last before it goes bad?

I just had a discussion with a friend about this.
I’m starting to think I am getting older.

New topics are popping up in our conversations.

And I don’t think I like it.

Musical Instruments

 

I am woefully ignorant when it comes to playing musical instruments.

It’s like algebra all over again. I don’t get it; I probably never will.

I remember brutalizing the recorder they gave me to play at school. I was downgraded to the tambourine, then the triangle, and finally bottomed out as the wooden stick clacker person.

I love listening to music, singing badly to it, and watching live concerts. I have even worn a Ramones t-shirt prouldly at one time in my life.

My closest friend is a musician; I think what he does is mysterious and magical.

I unintentionally phase out when he starts trying to explain chords, notes, and other music related things to me: not out of disinterest, but out of confusion.

I don’t get it; probably never will.

note: if knee slapping or steering wheel tapping become popular, I’ll be able to redeem myself.

i-pod wars

Two friends came to my place on Saturday.

All of us have i-pods.

By the end of the night we were fighting over who was going to be the next to plug their i-pod into my stereo.

Everybody wants to be the DJ!

note: I don’t know why we were fighting; we all have the same music on our i-pods.