"It looks like they hung a bunch of women and put fashionable jeans on them."-A friend on some somewhat grotesque hanging mannequins at a local department store.

New palindrome:
We poop? Ew!

"Life is a lot like a watermelon," the old man said to the boy. "There's a rough outside, and some parts you'll wanna spit out in the middle, but most of it is sweet goodness." He sipped his tea and stared out into the sunrise.
"What are you talking about, Pappie?" asked the little boy.
"Serious life lessons, boy. You won't know what you did without them," the old man stated, lost in his own thoughts.
There was a slight pause.

"Did you forget to take your medication, Pappie?"
"Shh," interrupted the old man as he continued to attempt to paint the horizon. This later drove him more mad than he previously was.

There are officially 10 more days to go. If you do not understand what I am referring to, then this post was not intended for you, and if this post was not intended for you, stop reading now. If you do understand what I am referring to, stop reading now, because it'll do you no good to keep reading if this post ends.

"Yo estoy cómoda" means "I am comfortable."
"Yo estoy la cómoda" means "I am a dresser."
"Yo estoy comida" means "I am food."

Mini Reviews:
"Summerteeth" by Wilco:
It's a pretty good album. Some parts are kind of slow though.

"The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" (Movie):
See above, but replace "album" with "movie".

The past weeks have induced really bad creative block. Let's hope for at least a sticky note of ideas by the end of two weeks.

"I have taken care of babies of relatives but sometimes got confused about what they wanted. When they cried violently, I asked them 'What? Can you be a bit clearer about what you want -- 'do you want to change diapers or have milk?," she says.

I think right now, I have only one aspiration in life, and that is to eat a sandwich.
Seriously. I am in major need of a sandwich. No, I'm not starving or anything, but right now, anything that is not between two slices of bread will not do.

This makes me glad I wasn't born 300 years ago. Because if that were the case, I would have no idea what to do. I would be craving something yet to be invented.
Then again, if I was born 300 years ago, I might be inspired to make a sandwich. In which case, the sandwich wouldn't be called the sandwich. It would be something entirely different...and possibly named after myself.

Also, if I were born 300 years ago, I probably wouldn't have made a big blog entry about it, and just gone off and eaten the best substitute. A pita, perhaps? Yeah, maybe. Perhaps if I were born in ancient Greece.

I am much reminded of Pichler's fortune by this thing here.

Don't you sometimes wish you were a cabbage? You know you do. It's the ultimate achievement for everyone. Now, thanks to the magical power of the internet, your cabbage dreams can come true.