February 9th, 2008


Window Fear

The windows in my home office open either up or down.

My (ex-?) dog, Major, doesn't live here anymore. But when he did, he'd run through the house, jump up onto my office couch, and slam into the window to stop himself. (Then he'd just nap up there in the sun, surveying the yard, waiting to go chase away cats or squirrels.)

So when he lived here I only ever opened the windows down because I was so horrified of the thought of him running into the office, jumping up atop the couch, and slamming into the non-existent window and plunging to his death (or cripplement) onto the back porch.

To this day I'm still paranoid of opening the window in the wrong direction and only ever open them down. But because the sun was hitting me and I wanted to lower the blinds halfway and still have the wind come through the house, I opened the windows up just now... and I keep looking over at it, paranoid as hell for no reason. Weird.

Not Danga

I love the Internet and its people. Like this person:
Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2008 15:10:49 +0900
From: Rhythm & Beats <info@skihirejapan.com>
To: brad@danga.com
Subject: not danga

Danga is not the crap you say it is. Danga is a word used to describe a round object when you cant think of it's [sic] real name...

Um, okay? I can't disagree with you. I'm sure it means something in some language.

But let's see what Google thinks: [define: danga]. Oh, snap... nothing.

And what about Danga by itself? [danga]. Yeah, that's right.

I know where you can stick that round object.

Vodka, Lacrosse, Neighbors, Hookups, ... small world

Last night I was providing post-drinking, post-movie taxi service for Becky and Dima (both of whom had fallen asleep on the couch during a movie after Zeitgeist).

As Becky and I are leaving the garage, two people stumble across the street towards me, a guy holding the hugest bottle of Belvedere Vodka I'd ever seen, and a girl carrying two lacrosse sticks.

Him: "Hi neighbor! I'm your neighbor! Want some vodka?"
Her: "I'm a professional Lacrosse player... see?"
Him: "Do you live here? I'm your neighbor."
Her: "I partied at your house, remember? I was here for Beau's 30th birthday party."
Him: "Yeah, she says she partied here... I'm your neighbor. Want some vodka?"
Her: "I had to get my lacrosse sticks."
Him: "What's your name? Let me get your number, I'm not gay or anything. I'm your neighbor. Let me just get your number. HEY!!! YOU HAVE AN iPHONE TOO!"
Him: "Yeah, so I just met this girl tonight and we hit it off so I'm taking her home."
Him: "Hey, who owns this place? You? Oh cool. And you're the one with the motorcycle too?"
Her: "We have to go play lacrosse now."
Me: "Indoors? Impressive. Goodnight. We'll have to party sometime. I'll call you guys next time we have a party here."

etc, etc...

In conclusion:
  • It's a small world.
  • Seems like I have a cool neighbor, Christian, that I never knew about. I like meeting my neighbors.
  • There might be a huge bottle of vodka still sitting on my steps, if he forgot to pick it up. I should go look.