Lots of Monkeys

I think people have to touch the plate when waitstaff tell them, “Careful. The plate is hot.” We hear the instruction. We see the steam rising from the plate. We hear the sizzling of the meat on the plate. And yet, not more than two second later, “Ouch. It’s hot.”

Same thing when we tell ourselves we shouldn’t do something. Usually, we won’t listen.

I say, it’s only good to touch that plate because it’s accidentally fallen in your lap and it’s going to hurt you more if you don’t move it. Either way, I’m not going to laugh at you. Well, initially maybe I am going to laugh–but I’m going to say that you made the correct decision.

My world is growing larger, while our world is growing smaller. Your friends are starting to be my friends and my friends are starting to be your friends. And then there’s the whole, “friends of friends” aspect. I think I may need a venn diagram to keep this all straight.

I’ve been here for almost a decade now, and my circle has been pretty small. I think I did that to myself. I don’t know why.

It was a nice night tonight. There was debauchery. There was alcohol. There were cloves–their fleeting existence memorialized by the scent on my shirt. There was trouble with a capital “T” and that rhymes with “P” and that stands for pool. Finally, there was a nice walk home on a beautiful (albeit somewhat warm) night with good company to make the trip shorter. Glad to see you made it home.

Only regrets–I’m horrid at pool. But I think I may be getting more practice in the next couple of weeks.

Tomorrow, I’m going to work. If anyone’s around, why don’t you come by and see me some time. You know how to act like an agitated customer don’t you? You just put your lips together, and bitch.

I don’t know how he does it. What the picture does not show, is the fact that his head is actually suspended above his arm by the pillow. It’s somewhat similar to an arch bridge.

Man, he’s gonna kill me.

For those of you wondering, this is gnicklaser of “Don’t Heckle the Supervillain” infamy. He’ll be available for handshaking and being beaten by a large stick later on this evening.

So I guess he’s okay. We’re going to hang out tonight. Bring on the Ale and Whores.

Right this instant. The infamous gnicklaser is behind my office.