Car be Gone

Today the Salvation Army came to our house and picked up my wife’s old car that has been sitting in our driveway for the past few years. I’m sure the neighbors are relieved that the white trash index variable on our street went down a few points with that event. (Maybe that’s why they haven’t been able to sell the house next to us for the past 2 years. hmm….)

Here’s our conversation about the event:

Wife: They came and picked up the Prelude.
Me: Cool! Are you sad?
Wife: (pause, thinking)
Wife: Yeah, I guess I am. I hadn’t thought of it. Yes I am sad.
Me: Maybe you should go take a picture of it before they drive it away.
Wife: Yeah. Where’s the camera? (i tell her). I’ll be right back.
Me: Give it a kiss goodbye, too!

(a few minutes later)

Wife: K, I took a picture. But I didn’t give it a kiss.
Me: That probably was a good idea.

Our Nation’s Capital

Well, I’m in DC for the Adaptive Path Conference. So far, so good. I’ve been hanging out with some friends and seeing the sites. Tried to go to the Spy Museum yesterday, but it was too long a wait. Went to see the National Art Gallery instead. Saw the usual suspects: Degas, Monet, Rembrandt. Good stuff. Art = Good.

That is all. Just a stupid update. As you can see from above, I’m tired of using the personal pronoun. Oh. Well.

Oh yeah, the conference is good. As Frank Black screamed on an album: “I’m learning!.”

FlippityFloppity

I stumbled across a link to this site while on the Flaming Lips site:

FLIPFLOPFLYIN

You gotta check out the “Cheap Things” section, which has this great Cheap ABC part. My favorite is the letter S:

S is for sand castle
Like real castles
Except not as structurally sound
And built by children
Not master craftsmen

But, then the piece de resistance has to be: funfunfun