27 January 2008

Non-Sequitors

My blog has been kind of boring and heavy lately, so I thought I'd throw out some amusing quotes and other amusing miscellany. Most of these are stolen from Wren's writing observation blog.


"The cellos are conspiring to depress me."
(Me, while listening to the soundtrack from "The Fountain")

"Oh, here comes the Disagreement Express, right on time."
(Trevor, perceiving that I was about to disagree with his argument)

"Yesterday it felt like someone took my internal dictionary and started ripping the pages out."
(Ryan, about his disappearing vocabulary)

Trim man in red shorts runs across crosswalk with whippet. Whippet trots along merrily.
"That dog makes jogging look easy."
Disheveled young man comes stumbling from opposite direction, carrying green duffel bag and breathing hard. His steps are heavy as he lumbers across the intersection at breakneck speed.
"That man does not."

"Fact cannon. Boom! Welcome to Comic House."
(Trevor, inventing the perfect phrase for Wren and I telling him everything simultaneously)

"I want to sing along, but my brain is in pancake lockdown. Sorry, that made no sense."
"No, I know exactly what you mean. I was just thinking the same thing."
"I keep thinking about how to make the song about pancakes."
"I was doing that too!"
"As long as someone else is crazy with you, it's okay to be completely insane."
(Me and Wren, on the way home from Safeway (see anecdote at end of post), listening to a song we usually like to parody and unable to sing along)

(Me, building myself into the new rat cage. Luckily, I have pliers!)


Also, Wren and I executed the best last-minute plan last night. She worked from 10:00pm to 3:00am, so to make her life easier, I showed up at 2:00 with some homework and snacks and we hung out till her shift was over. We then went to Safeway and bought (along with a ton of indulgent stress foods) eggs. We then came home and made pancakes. I don't know if you've ever had 4:00am pancakes, but on a dark, icy night in mid-January, that first bite of pancake was like manna from God. I wish I could relive the unadulterated bliss of that experience. Wren then introduced me to "The Pretender" season one while we ate. I am now hooked. After the first episode it was off to bed at 4:45 for a surprisingly refreshing seven hours of sleep. I love my friends.

1 comment:

Glo Paint said...

Pancakes are sex.

Sexcakes.

Pansex.