Poor Linda

Does anyone else feel sorry for Linda?

Poor little tropical depression Linda. As older sister Isabel gets ready for her big day, Linda aimlessly wanders the Eastern Pacific with her dainty 40 mph winds, feeling sorry for herself.

Don’t worry, Linda. I notice you. One day you’ll grow up and everyone will pay attention to you, but until then know that you are special too and that your time will come.

Either that or you’ll just slowly break up over the Pacific and turn into a mere low pressure system.

Confused Psychic

Sent to me by my friend, Bart:

I think that I am a confused psychic. The first thing that I asked Melissa this morning upon waking up is whether she had heard that John Travolta had died or not. I found this odd that I remembered from my dream but then was aghast to find that Cash and Ritter had died: BOTH JOHNS!

Pretty funny. But, seriously, this is a sad day for Country music. And I’m going to trip over a rake today in honor of Mr. Ritter.

Godspeed, Johns!

Emo Kids

This is a direct quote from an e-mail my teacher friend received from one of his high school spanish students re: whether or not she is emo:

“…anyways emo is not something u want to be u just are and u hate it but u cant not be emo if u already r…”

You cannot argue with that logic.

You’re Reading

Here’s a good sign that your reputation for ever reading a book (instead of, say, watching reality television, mindlessly clicking random html pages on the “inter-web”, biting your fingernails, staring vacantly off into space or practically anyfuckingthing else) is severely lacking:

The other night I was laying in bed reading a book when my wife turned to me and pointed a mocking finger as she said, “huh huh, you’re reading,” and then turned back to her own book.

Nice Try

I was driving through beautiful Cabbage Town this weekend and was behind this old, beat up Chrysler. As the car turned a corner in front of me, the passenger tried to throw a paper plate out of the moving car’s window into a dumpster about 20 feet away.

Needless to say, the paper plate didn’t make it, but you have to admire that guy’s faith in his throwing arm.