Some comments in my previous post made me realize something: humans are very peculiar about which way their toilet paper unrolls!
Call this an informal survey in my pursuit of less-than-trivial knowledge.
(from toothpaste for dinner)
Are you a behind-the-roll or over-the-roll person? And more importantly (for me)—why?
Update, 10/11/2008: It appears that most people are “over-the-roll”-ers. But for no particular reason. It must be something buried deep in the human psyche….]
Until next time...
…in front of the porcelain throne.
You perverts. I know what you were hoping you would see. Instead I present you with this:
This was me. Sunday night. After just a couple hours of drinking. With my Buddy.
According to the Husbear I spent a few hours puking me brains out. He was kind enough to bring me that blanket. Oh… and to take pictures of me.
And he made me post this.
I have a strange memory of sneezing a slice of onion out of my nose afterward. Thought I’d share that with you.
Until next time...
My truck hit this today:
I knew it was coming up. But it was just odd that it happened as I was driving by here:
The parking lot of my day job—at the Great Retail Empire!
Freaky?
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Well, I still haven’t heard anything back from the email I referenced in the previous post. As I said before, I really don’t expect to either.
So I guess I’ll hold myself over with this piece of hotness…
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… and getting a “Request timed out.”*1
*1 Forgive me… computer technician humor. It happens.
Someone in my past has continued to pop into my stream of consciousness over and over for the last few days. Someone I haven’t seen or spoken with in almost 15 years.
I’m not sure why this particular person has been popping into my brain as of late. But they have been. So I reached out to the Internet and quite easily*2 managed to track this person down in a minimal number of mouse clicks.
*2 You may—or may NOT?—be surprised how easily one can find all sorts of information about someone on the Internet. Especially when, oh, say, someone has been trained in this….
At this point, my intent in contacting him was just a simple “Hi, and how are you doing?”.
So I sent this person an email.*3
*3 I know—I could have picked up the telephone. But I actually felt in this instance email was the correct method of contact. There is not that strange “Umm…” in the conversation. And it leaves the ball in his court to choose to respond or not.
It’s been 17 years since I graduated from High School. That’s 1991 for those of you attempting to do the math. One of the few persons who served as role models to me during those times was my track coach. He was probably the most positive influence on my life aside from my Scoutmaster.
Me and my High School track coach. What’s with my uniform?
Call me cynical but I don’t expect to receive a reply from him.
The reason I’m cynical is because of where I went to school versus my sexual orientation. I went to a small, private, Church of Christ-run school. I’m fairly certain word traveled quickly once I outed myself to some former High School friends—most of whom are still associated with the school in one fashion or another.
I don’t know that he’d hold this against me as a person, as he didn’t seem like this when I was a young, impressionable student. But times—and people—change. Just like I did. I know at this moment, this is just me allowing a “reverse” stereotype to affect my feelings about this matter.
Has anyone else done something like this? And if so, how did it go?
Until next time...
This made me laugh.
And it’s wrong.
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Until next time...