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5 Ovations | Applaud My Genius
A Certain Understated Stupidity
24 May 2010 @ 02:04 pm
29 October 2008 @ 02:37 pm
28 October 2008 @ 12:08 am
30 June 2008 @ 11:18 pm
01 January 2008 @ 10:16 am
He runs his fingers through his hair and looks out his window.
Everything is covered with a good five inches of snow.
He didn't know it was coming.
He never pays attention to weather forecasts.
Why worry about things you can't control?
Still... it is a lot of snow.
Pure. White.
He loves it.
It covers imperfections.
Clean slate.
Well, not completely.
One set of cat tracks meandered all over his backyard.
It was as if the animal was searching.
For something.
He glances at the sky.
He's done enough sailing to know what a red sky in the morning means.
He's unsettled.
Then he starts thinking about last night.
**********
She finally climbs out of bed, after hitting snooze four times.
She opens her blind and sees the snow everywhere.
The sudden urge to make a snow angel strikes her.
She doesn't think she's ever made one before.
She really should.
She notices her cat sitting on her deck.
She slides open the door and the cat runs in and over to his favourite
spot near the radiator.
She realizes that Mr. Whiskers is her longest ever relationship with a male.
She laughs.
But, not really.
She loves that the pretty pink sky is making the snow almost look like
the surface of Mars.
Or something.
Looks gorgeous.
Strange.
Like someplace else.
Then she thinks about last night
**********
"I NEVER do this," she said.
She was lying.
"Oh, me either," he replied.
He wasn't.
Their relationship backgrounds couldn't be any more different.
He's had long-term girlfriends back to back (to back to back) since he
was fourteen.
He doesn't know what it is like to be single.
His parents are still together.
He has a good example to look to, but feels like he needs to do more
before settling down.
She's never had a relationship last more than a month.
She's "given her love too freely." She knows this.
Her parents divorced when she was ten.
She won't let that, or the thing that happened to her at sixteen, make
her jaded about love.
But, these days, she's seeing the world through cracked rose-coloured glasses.
When the bar closed, they went back to her place.
She was (overly?) eager and adventurous
He was generous, but passionate.
And it was good, by any measure.
Probably even very good.
He was kind afterwards, but she wanted more.
She was fairly non-clingy, but he wanted even less.
**********
He is getting ready to go to breakfast with his friends.
Shit-shooting, discussing UFC pay per view, and diner french toast.
She is getting ready to go to breakfast with her friends.
Gossiping, discussing meeting an actual nice guy, and chai lattes.
He holds his cellphone.
He stares at her number, his finger hovering over the delete button.
Her sweetness, and brokenness, coming back to him.
She stares at her cellphone.
Debating whether she should bother taking it to breakfast with her.
His kindness, and warm smile, feeding her optimism that he'll call.
He was looking for experiences, life and freedom.
She was looking for the beginning of a meaningful and lasting connection.
Someone is not going to get what they were looking for.
Everything is covered with a good five inches of snow.
He didn't know it was coming.
He never pays attention to weather forecasts.
Why worry about things you can't control?
Still... it is a lot of snow.
Pure. White.
He loves it.
It covers imperfections.
Clean slate.
Well, not completely.
One set of cat tracks meandered all over his backyard.
It was as if the animal was searching.
For something.
He glances at the sky.
He's done enough sailing to know what a red sky in the morning means.
He's unsettled.
Then he starts thinking about last night.
**********
She finally climbs out of bed, after hitting snooze four times.
She opens her blind and sees the snow everywhere.
The sudden urge to make a snow angel strikes her.
She doesn't think she's ever made one before.
She really should.
She notices her cat sitting on her deck.
She slides open the door and the cat runs in and over to his favourite
spot near the radiator.
She realizes that Mr. Whiskers is her longest ever relationship with a male.
She laughs.
But, not really.
She loves that the pretty pink sky is making the snow almost look like
the surface of Mars.
Or something.
Looks gorgeous.
Strange.
Like someplace else.
Then she thinks about last night
**********
"I NEVER do this," she said.
She was lying.
"Oh, me either," he replied.
He wasn't.
Their relationship backgrounds couldn't be any more different.
He's had long-term girlfriends back to back (to back to back) since he
was fourteen.
He doesn't know what it is like to be single.
His parents are still together.
He has a good example to look to, but feels like he needs to do more
before settling down.
She's never had a relationship last more than a month.
She's "given her love too freely." She knows this.
Her parents divorced when she was ten.
She won't let that, or the thing that happened to her at sixteen, make
her jaded about love.
But, these days, she's seeing the world through cracked rose-coloured glasses.
When the bar closed, they went back to her place.
She was (overly?) eager and adventurous
He was generous, but passionate.
And it was good, by any measure.
Probably even very good.
He was kind afterwards, but she wanted more.
She was fairly non-clingy, but he wanted even less.
**********
He is getting ready to go to breakfast with his friends.
Shit-shooting, discussing UFC pay per view, and diner french toast.
She is getting ready to go to breakfast with her friends.
Gossiping, discussing meeting an actual nice guy, and chai lattes.
He holds his cellphone.
He stares at her number, his finger hovering over the delete button.
Her sweetness, and brokenness, coming back to him.
She stares at her cellphone.
Debating whether she should bother taking it to breakfast with her.
His kindness, and warm smile, feeding her optimism that he'll call.
He was looking for experiences, life and freedom.
She was looking for the beginning of a meaningful and lasting connection.
Someone is not going to get what they were looking for.
19 December 2007 @ 06:19 pm
So, little Spears is preggers.
*golf clap*
There is nothing quite like sibling rivalry.
Or overachieving.
At this rate, she'll be in rehab by 17.
Well done.
Other than to her and her family, and to the producers trying to figure out how to write this into the "plot" of Zoey 101, this isn't really a big deal. I mean, come on, haven't we all been knocked up or knocked someone up at 16.
No? Oh. Never mind.
When watching this on CNN Headline News early this morning, I heard one of the funniest things ever.
EVER.
They said that this pregnancy announcement will likely delay the release of Lynne Spears' (the mother) book on parenting.
Parenting.
Let that sink in for a bit.
I laughed SO hard.
I would want to read that book. For real. However, there are a few others that I would probably have to check out first.
These include:
"O.J. Simpson's Guide to Impulse Control and Good Decision Making"
"Hitler's Hanukkah Stories"
George Michael's "Use the Washroom BEFORE You Leave Home." (with forward by Sen. Larry Craig.)
"Pam Anderson (Lee Rock Bouvier Terwilliger Hutz McClure Stu Simpson) on Marriage"
Alec Baldwin's "Putting the Fucking Dirty Little Pig Kids First"
Lindsay Lohan's "Healthy Liver, Happy Life."
and
"Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Queen of the Desert"
Feel free to add your own.
*golf clap*
There is nothing quite like sibling rivalry.
Or overachieving.
At this rate, she'll be in rehab by 17.
Well done.
Other than to her and her family, and to the producers trying to figure out how to write this into the "plot" of Zoey 101, this isn't really a big deal. I mean, come on, haven't we all been knocked up or knocked someone up at 16.
No? Oh. Never mind.
When watching this on CNN Headline News early this morning, I heard one of the funniest things ever.
EVER.
They said that this pregnancy announcement will likely delay the release of Lynne Spears' (the mother) book on parenting.
Parenting.
Let that sink in for a bit.
I laughed SO hard.
I would want to read that book. For real. However, there are a few others that I would probably have to check out first.
These include:
"O.J. Simpson's Guide to Impulse Control and Good Decision Making"
"Hitler's Hanukkah Stories"
George Michael's "Use the Washroom BEFORE You Leave Home." (with forward by Sen. Larry Craig.)
"Pam Anderson (Lee Rock Bouvier Terwilliger Hutz McClure Stu Simpson) on Marriage"
Alec Baldwin's "Putting the Fucking Dirty Little Pig Kids First"
Lindsay Lohan's "Healthy Liver, Happy Life."
and
"Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Queen of the Desert"
Feel free to add your own.
19 October 2007 @ 12:50 pm
Dear Future Wife,
Hi. How are you? You are looking well today. Hair all shiny-like.
So, you are the last woman standing, eh? Good for you!
However, there is something that I feel I should warn you about...
You are going to have to dress me.
Hi. How are you? You are looking well today. Hair all shiny-like.
So, you are the last woman standing, eh? Good for you!
However, there is something that I feel I should warn you about...
You are going to have to dress me.
22 September 2007 @ 08:47 pm
I have been mostly ignoring all things LJ.
But, I still love you all. And I catch up on your various doings from time to time.
And I am still doing my thing at http://www.peterdewolf.com
Sometimes I even do my thang, but that is less frequent.
But, I still love you all. And I catch up on your various doings from time to time.
And I am still doing my thing at http://www.peterdewolf.com
Sometimes I even do my thang, but that is less frequent.
10 August 2007 @ 05:29 pm
27 June 2007 @ 02:06 pm
