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February 18, 2009 at 1:47 am Leave a comment


Why do waiters continually interrupt my dinner conversation just to ask me if i would like more water?  What’s the worst that could happen?

July 23, 2008 at 1:32 pm 1 comment

Filet Mignon


It’s been over two weeks since my friends pulled me out of a lake with my shorts around my ankles, and my back still isn’t feeling much better.  

Let me back up.  A few weeks ago I went with some friends to see our other friend Dowd act in a play.  The performance was fantastic, but what we saw in the bathroom during intermission might have been equally as entertaining. 

 A 60 yr old man.  At the urinal.  In a sports coat.  With his pants (and undergarments) around his ankles.   We found this moment very inspirational.

So much so that a few nights later a couple of guys and I decided to emulate this act on the edge of a dock.  It wasn’t my idea, so I was the last of three guys to step up.  It was pretty dark and I didn’t see the small metal boat-tie right in front of me.  You can guess what happened.  Fortunately I had time to catch my balance with a quick step.  Unfortunately, what I thought was a continuation of the dock was actually and 8 inch drop into a lake water/urine mixture.  

I remember a boat being there, my back hurting instantly, and a few moments of being underwater.  My friends were able to pull me back onto the dock, and I could tell they weren’t sure if it was okay to laugh yet.   So, they stared at me.  I rolled back and forth making a scream face, but no noise came out.  All I could feel was a pulsing pain in my back.  I was completely unaware of anything else such as my friend Mack who had snuck away to release his laugh or the fact that my shorts were still barely hanging onto my ankles.  

Embarrassing sure.  But, the lingering back pain is even worse.  According to my doctor I hemorrhaged my psoas muscle.  (the human filet mignon) 

July 21, 2008 at 5:00 pm Leave a comment

I am the only person in the entire world that…

owns a brand new iPhone 3g, is within 11 in. of it, and can’t get to it.  

It just fell behind the back seat of this Catalyst Vanagan I’m riding on.  In order to get to it, we’ll have to  remove at least two bolts and one latch.  I’ve already dropped it on the pavement once.

I promise I try to take care of my stuff – especially my state-of-the-art stuff.  But, somehow…

My sandals broke yesterday while I was merely eating at a table.

My new Oakley’s are at the bottom of lake altoona.  (I tried buying cheap sunglasses once, but I couldn’t seem to lose those- which of course defeats the purpose of buying cheap sunglasses)

And, all but 2 pairs of my jeans have bacci ball sized holes worn into the knees.  Some mornings when I’m putting them on I accidentally step right through the knees instead of the cuff.  This turns my jean pants into jean shorts with attached denim wind socks. 

Any suggestions?

July 17, 2008 at 12:49 am Leave a comment

Tell me about you.


I usually feel like I have something to say which often leads me to talk more than I mean to.  Perhaps this blog will help me get some thoughts out in advance so that I don’t use up so much time that other people should be talking to me.  Ultimately I hope this blog helps me become a better listener.  

July 16, 2008 at 11:48 pm Leave a comment


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