2/8/07
Okay Jaybird and maribou, mostly maribou, had a weird angle to my opinion of certain shenanigans at the poker game on Sunday. Basically I was upset that a hot chick, Jaybird's opinion, was hitting on someone other than me.

First, I don't care because I have raddidge. Second, she was average. Jaybird has strange taste in women.

Fortunately I was able to convey the whole highschoolness of the situation to them. Who says that English is not an agglutinative language? Next I went on about how I was expecting it to be a manly-man situation with people punching each other in the face then giving each other hugs with belt buckles 12 inches apart then more poker and hooting at broads.

The Birds explained it was more of a family poker game and how last year there were kids at the table. Now that I could handle because they're fucking kids. Kids don't know better.

On Wednesday night I stumbled across some of the saddest stuff ever and was a mess while I was making a dinner that I wasn't planning on making in the first place. Wish I could say chopping the onions was the cause but in reality I was just sad. For example, this video.

Did I mention that I have jury duty on Monday? I have jury duty. Right now I doubt this will be of any interest for me or you, gentle reader, since it won't be like New Jersey. Supposedly a citizen is on call all day, calling into some telephone line that says "LOL UR NEXT" or not rather than sitting for hours on end in a depressing room full of strangers while Fox News plays on a black and white television. Remember those, kids?

A day or so ago I received a response in regards to a recent entry here at heptapod.org. This one to be precise. First I wondered if I should post it then I decided against it because it'd make me into more of an attention whore than everyone thinks I am in the first place.