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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").
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apples and ant lions Wednesday, September 17 1997 my hobbies include recyclingThat isn't true; I was in a daze just now and thought I saw that on someone's web page. It made me think to myself "that person is flawed."
here are people who call me in the middle of the night at Comet and apologize for asking for technical assistance. As much as I hate being disturbed, me answering their calls is part of my job description. They appear to be working with the strange assumption that it's impolite to call anywhere at four in the morning, and that I'm probably being awaken from deserved sleep.
wonder what will happen when the sheer breadth of Mother Teresa's extensive dildo collection is finally made public. Will she still be regarded as a saint worthy of reflex-canonization? Matthew Hart and I discussed the matter briefly this morning after I came home from work. He went on to announce to Deya and me "I'm officially kicking my drinking up a notch." He then convinced me to go with him to the JPA Fastmart to pick up various alcoholic beverages. The rationale, of course, was that we had to celebrate the birth of Peggy and Zach's as yet unnamed baby boy. We got a bottle of cheap Andre champagne and twelve beers at the Fastmart, and then sat around in Kappa Mutha Fucka passing the bubbly back and forth. Johnny Cash's Live from San Quentin/Fulsom Prison was blaring from the boom box. Matthew told me (for the zillionth time, but it's better every time) the tale of the evening, back in the Fall of 1995, when he got in a horrible fight with Leah at the infamous Wertland Party.
awoke in the afternoon with a hangover and proceded into a can of Beast Ice. As I sat drinking this on the front porch, Matthew Hart came rolling up with Jessika in his car. I hadn't seen her since July. She's in town in connection with the Peggy and Zach stuff. They both had Budweisers in hand. Their plan was to go visit Peggy and Zach up on Carter's Mountain. It seems Peggy was already home from the birthing center. We got some champagne and Natural Ice at Farmer Jack and then proceded up the mountain.
eggy and Zach's place is surrounded by apple orchards, and since it's now apple season, apples are everywhere. Interestingly, there's a clause in their lease that states that they cannot have any of the apples. That's like saying they can't drink the rain. I wonder if there are any people out there who, renting Peggy and Zach's house, would abstain from eating any of those apples. I doubt I'd get along very well with such a person.
The baby is astrologically interesting, at least for Jessika. She's particularly fascinated by his Venus/Mars conjunction in Scorpio, the "darkest, most mysterious sign in the zodiac." For my part, I dig the fact that he's got Taurus Rising, which implies thrift and non-wasteful behaviour. Both Jessika and I have Taurus Rising, but everyone else we know seems to enjoy breaking stuff for the sheer hell of it. Peggy and Zach woke up, rubbed their eyes, and came out to join us and partake of the drinks. One positive outcome of Peggy's pregnancy was that it provided an opportunity for her to quit smoking.
Then I showed them the little cone-shaped depressions constructed in the dirt by ant lions as traps for small insects. None of my friends had ever seen or interacted with an ant lion before. They'd always assumed the depressions were built by ants, not ant predators. I used a piece of grass to simulate a fallen ant, teasing the ant lions and making them throw dirt into the air, an impressive little microcosmic spectacle. "How do you know this stuff?" Jessika asked. "I don't know, I just do."
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After socializing and drinking more with the new parents and grandparents, Matthew grew impatient and expressed an intent to leave. I was with him when he drove off but Jessika and (far more distressing to him) the 12 pack of Natural Ice, were not. So we doubled back and added both to our payload. Jessika tends to drag her ass whenever people are waiting for her to get in the car, but our brief absence gave her enough time to get her ass in gear. Matthew drove a little like a maniac both up and down Carter's Mountain. I respect my car's suspension too much to use it as an outlet for pent-up aggressions. But I suppose I'm not the one to talk; I'm the one who needs new bearings for my Dart.
e bought some of those tasty Amoco potato wedgies and continued back to Kappa Mutha Fucka. At this point, Matthew vanished and I was left with Deya and Jessika. But then Deya went off to her room. I was really drunk, and I don't know what I talked about with Jessika. It was just really nice having her back around, that's all I remember. I had the day's second hangover when I awoke from my prework nap. I think I've done my part in celebrating the new spawn of Peggy and Zach. Let's hope no one else reproduces for a little while.
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