April 1, 1999
Anyway, same old deal here today. I hate when i have to switch desks
in the middle of the week. Disrupts my flow. So i guess i've finalized
my plans to return to pennsylvania this weekend. There's lots that
i want to do. For web-geek reasons, i wanna stop by my older brothers house
so that i might use his scanner. and, y'know, just to see him. His
band's got a new cd coming out, dontcha know. I also want to pick
up a microphone so i can finally use that four-track that James lent me.
Then there's an assortment of friends who'll be in town this weekend. I
haven't seen any of them in about 3 months, and most of them i haven't
seen in at least 7 months. This past week I've gotten a veritable
deluge of e-mail from people that i thought i might never hear from again.
i didn't have their numbers or email address, but i guess they found mine.
So i suppose I have this here webpage to thank. I wonder how they
found it. Hey, someone email me and tell me how you found my page, huh?
I'm too lazy to write an email. I also was rooting through some old
email from the college days and found some email address that i was amazed
were still active. so i contacted some other peeps, which is rather
a pleasant surprise. Nothing picks up a slow day at the office like
tons of email. Every morning I come in and cast met net and see what
I can get. Yes, it's a rather sad existence.
I'm really looking forward to going home. I've been craving a slushy
all day. Not just any slushy though. There's a very particular way that
the people of Bavarian Pretzel make their slushies. Although they've
gone downhill in the past few years, they're still head and shoulders above
the rest. I remember when they closed down a few years ago. There
was a tremendous void in my life. Woolworth's slushies had too much
air. Wal-marts were too liquidy and too bitter. Plus they had all
these weird fruity flavors and no sppon straws. I ask you: How the
hell can you serve a slushy without a little red spoon-straw? You can't.
So when Bavarian Pretzel reopened after a year or two, reincarnated as
a little stand in the middle of the mall, it was a glorious time.
The weirdest thing about Bavarian Pretzel is the direct correlation between
the age of the staff and the slushies. When the place was still a store,
before it closed, it was staffed entirely with old ladies in hairnets.
An ornery bunch, but boy could they serve up one helluva slushy.
And their pretzels weren't bad either. Whent he place re-opened,
it was still staffed largely with old ladies. And the slushies were
just as I remembered. Thick, heavy, tasty. But then, as the
old ladies were rooted out and replaced by the teenage punks that man every
store nowadays, the slushies got prpgressively worse. Too much
air, to liquidy, and for some reason the flavor that i want is always on
"defrost," whatever that means. I suppose it's self-explanatory, but i
still don't understand. But they have gotten better, at least they
were pretty good the last time I had one. I tell ya, it's really
the little things...
So Jed called me at work yesterday. He was bursting with excitement over
his lates movie idea. I don't wanna give anything away, but he was
particularly excited about the scene that would show Brett Favre of the
Green Bay Packers as a tampons pitchman. But i've said too much.
You know, Jed's finals are coming up. i sure hope he's not writing this
movie instead of studying. That would be very, VERY unfortunate.
On the health front, I think my cold is fading away, which is good.
I've been sleeping, or trying to, a lot lately. I take a lot of naps between
when i get home and when i go to bed. It's tough to draw the line of what
time is too late for a nap though. Since i like to be in bed before 11:30,
it'd be usless to take a nap around 8. I might as well go to bed.
usually I like max out my sleeping time, so i'll plop down in bed around
5:30, sleep till about 8, get up and have dinner, watch tv, then go to
bed. It's a very Berry thing to do, I think. I didn't mean to write
"ver Berry." Well, i did, but I didn't mean for it to sound like
a juice or Ben and Jerry's Ice cream flavor.
Speaking of Ben and Jerry's, that's one of Berry's favorite places in the
world. She loves their ice cream. She loves her Ben and Jerry's T-shirt.
She basically loves all things Ben and Jerry's. I think she once had a
pet named BJ, but that may have been a coincidence. Anyway, I can't
stand this place. Everytime we go to dinner in Georgetown, we either end
up going to Ben and Jerry's or I hear her moan "Ben and Jerry's....." in
a Homer Simpson manner. First of all, I can't stand the dumb-ass
names of the ice-cream. I never know what to order, cos i'm
not in-the-know. I suppose some of them are pretty self-explanatory,
but others are too goddam baffling. And there's no description.
Plus, the ice-cream has the consistency of cookie-dough. It's kinda
stretchy and gooey. No thanks. But Berry and her sister seem to love
it. Creatures of habit, those two. They find one thing, and stick
with it. Berry's meals this week have consisted soley of Shake-n-Bake
and red uncooked red peppers with ranch dressing. Admittedly, it not an
untasty meal. But it gets a little old. I suppose she just wants
to use of the Shake-n-bake. But at this point, i'd at least be Shaking
n baking something with a little variety or pizzaz. How bout a jalepeno
pepper? Or a big ball of cheese? Or an apple? Or some pasta.
A hardboiled egg? It's still poultry. I think i could eat shake-n-bake
on just about anything. of course, I haven't actually eaten the stuff in
at least 16-17 years, so maybe it's changed. I can't remember exactly
why we stopped eating it. ok then. well, it's raining here,
which may account for the boredom and the boring, mundane pervading my
body. Or at least I hope so.
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