Marc
I'm at the library rights about now, getting ready to start on my third paper in as many days. I just FTP'ed the second one in, and am pretty happy about how it turned out. Apparently, for the paper's sake, I got hired as the head of a ficticious English department at a high school that exists only in my head. And on the headphones are my old pals, Steven. Great acoustic stuff from the heart of Illinois. Matt and I just sat down and figured out one of their songs too.
So far, I've only had to "broom the ceiling" (ie- hit the ceiling w/the broom to get my obnoxious upstairs neighbor to shut up) once today. I had to do it twice yesterday. I don't know if she's deaf, or stupid, or some combination thereof. As soon as she gets home, it's just loudness upon loudness upon loudness. If she ends up disappearing some night next fall, it's not my fault. You never heard me talk about her, right.
"Talk about who?"
Exactly.
So, I'll probably be here for a few hours, go back to the apartment, chill there, and then head on home much later tonight. The carnival's in Kankakee. The beer tent is up. If I can get home before 9 or 10, I'll be happy to have a few cold ones with the old-time crew. Last year, at just about this same time, I was standing in the very same beer tent, quietly oogling this girl's posterior area. We here at the Hero are full on in favor of the Butts! I'm there with my parents, and my Mom's standing about fifteen feet away from me, on the other side of said attractive butt. She starts waving - not at me, not at any of my friends around me, but straight at said attractive butt. Mom points over to me, and who could it be, but my old ex-girlfriend from high school (the only real girlfriend I've ever had). How embarrasing is it to get caught staring at your ex's butt (the one you used to be able to actually touch)? 9.8 out of a possible 10.
One embarrasing story down for the day.
Before I return them, I would just like to encourage any Kevin Smith fans out there to immediately purchase the Clerks: Animated Series DVD's. Chalk full of episodes, commentary, storyboards, commentary during episodes, storyboards during outtakes, outtakes during previews, interviews under water, and on and on. Totally worth it. They did sell their souls to the Devil in trying to get those shows on ABC, but I have a strong feeling they knew they'd never make it past two episodes, so they filled them with all of the raunchy dick and fart jokes that have made Mr. Smith famous.
Fuck, I sound like a damn infomercial.
I'm at the library rights about now, getting ready to start on my third paper in as many days. I just FTP'ed the second one in, and am pretty happy about how it turned out. Apparently, for the paper's sake, I got hired as the head of a ficticious English department at a high school that exists only in my head. And on the headphones are my old pals, Steven. Great acoustic stuff from the heart of Illinois. Matt and I just sat down and figured out one of their songs too.
So far, I've only had to "broom the ceiling" (ie- hit the ceiling w/the broom to get my obnoxious upstairs neighbor to shut up) once today. I had to do it twice yesterday. I don't know if she's deaf, or stupid, or some combination thereof. As soon as she gets home, it's just loudness upon loudness upon loudness. If she ends up disappearing some night next fall, it's not my fault. You never heard me talk about her, right.
"Talk about who?"
Exactly.
So, I'll probably be here for a few hours, go back to the apartment, chill there, and then head on home much later tonight. The carnival's in Kankakee. The beer tent is up. If I can get home before 9 or 10, I'll be happy to have a few cold ones with the old-time crew. Last year, at just about this same time, I was standing in the very same beer tent, quietly oogling this girl's posterior area. We here at the Hero are full on in favor of the Butts! I'm there with my parents, and my Mom's standing about fifteen feet away from me, on the other side of said attractive butt. She starts waving - not at me, not at any of my friends around me, but straight at said attractive butt. Mom points over to me, and who could it be, but my old ex-girlfriend from high school (the only real girlfriend I've ever had). How embarrasing is it to get caught staring at your ex's butt (the one you used to be able to actually touch)? 9.8 out of a possible 10.
One embarrasing story down for the day.
Before I return them, I would just like to encourage any Kevin Smith fans out there to immediately purchase the Clerks: Animated Series DVD's. Chalk full of episodes, commentary, storyboards, commentary during episodes, storyboards during outtakes, outtakes during previews, interviews under water, and on and on. Totally worth it. They did sell their souls to the Devil in trying to get those shows on ABC, but I have a strong feeling they knew they'd never make it past two episodes, so they filled them with all of the raunchy dick and fart jokes that have made Mr. Smith famous.
Fuck, I sound like a damn infomercial.
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