When I go to the grocery store, and I’m purchasing food that’s going to expire on the day that I was born.
When I go to the grocery store, and I’m purchasing food that’s going to expire on the day that I was born.
It starts as if hair is coming loose from your ponytail. For a few moments, it’s like someone is gently tugging at individual hairs on your head. Not enough to pull something out, but just enough for you to feel it. You get this vague sensation of something wrong, so you reach your hand back to check.
There’s a quick flutter of opaque wings, and then you turn around to find out that it’s a cicada.
Number of cicadas removed from my person this season: 5
Number removed from my hair: 3
I managed to get on the bus with nobody telling me anything. Maybe they all thought it was a hair ornament. Eventually, it clambered onto my backpack enough for me to grab it by the wings and drop it out a window.
So, we’re all having dinner, right? It’s a nice spread, we’re eating at an actual dinner table for once. There’s even a floral centerpiece. Gold rim chargers, even.
A lot of my friends are there, and then Sarah says, “Wow, you can use a DreamCast as a linux print server?” There’s a loud crack and a puff of smoke. Then a low polygon count 6-inch model of Martha stewart appears on the dining room table, wearing a white jumpsuit with black stripes with the letters, “T,” and “F” embossed to the left and right of the zip up jacket.
We scream. Because we all know she’s Satan.
. . .
So then I wake up, Doctor. What do you think this means?
Seriously, forget about all the Atkins, South Beach, whatever you may have diets out there, there’s something to be said about getting off of that couch. Which is why it’s entertaining for me to see a website about weight loss through Dance Dance Revolution.
Of course, I’m more a Pump It Up fan, than a Dance Dance Revolution fan. It’s just more fun and a little more intuitive.