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2002-11-14 | 6:41 p.m. corduroy licorice was better off alone. it was when he was around people that he tended to go broke. *** i was reading the advertising tagline for that hit frightfest of a movie and realized it probably resonates with many marriage-wary men: "before you die, you see the ring." *** yesterday a co-worker mentioned how he loves going grocery shopping. i chimed in in agreement. "i love looking at all the possibilities of things i could eat," i enthused. "i like checking out all the hotties. you know, and smiling at them as we pass in the aisle." oh. (by the way, i hate the word "hotties." "hot" is fine, no issue there, but something about "hotties" sounds so horndoggone idiotic to me.) anyway, my main point being, that night i was observing the interactions around the supermarket. i saw a salad bar scammer (middle-aged guy with graying hair) hitting on a much younger blonde as she scooted away with her basket. all he got was a pained, half-hearted chuckle out of her. soon after a potential serial killer in a surfer tee gave me the "i would bend you over the granola bin right now, if you'd be up for it" look as i passed by nervously. then when i got into the checkout line, i somehow flustered the abe lincoln lookalike cashier who grinned goofily and dropped my change as he tried to read my t-shirt. whatup? yo, yo. it is nice to get checked out once in awhile, if only in the check-out express line. 10 glances or less. *** this entry by pablo made me grin like madman: "so who are the dutch? "it�s a fair point, well made, and to your credit. especially since they seemed to have a virtual monopoly on courage, not to mention elm disease. and still their insidious nationalistic rebranding of everyone paying for their own meals goes unchallenged." *** this excerpt from an entry of disco dave's is quite lovely: "it's a good day when the first thing you get to do when you wake up is speak to someone on the other side of the world. i need that sort of boost sometimes, especially when glasgow is reduced to the colours of a poster left in a shop window for too long - all watery blues and yellows." *** if you get a chance, check out this beautiful poem called "picture of my son" by sxb. |
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