Thursday, 05 February 2009

• Tart Cherries

  I've been doing an impressive job keeping my car clean.  There is still zero trash inside (1.5 weeks and counting).  And I've never eaten inside.  And I used to go to Subway and eat the whole sandwich in the car by the time I went home.  Olives and lettuce strewn about.
  
  I'm a changed man, what can I say.  But look, what is with the freaking birds?
  
  I washed my car yesterday and today it's soiled with bird poo.  And this is with being under covered parking 23/24 hours of the day.  It's my hour at the gym that does it.
  
  Why do we need birds? What are they for?  You can't eat them. You can't play with them.  Do away with them.  The pigeon things atleast.
  
  
  Rats of the Sky
  
  Album of the Week: Merriweather Post Pavilion by Animal Collective
  
  Fact of the Day: I ate a whole can of almonds at work yesterday.  But I made up for it by not eating anything at work today.
  
  Complaint of the Day:  In my old car, when I got mad or cut off or mildly annoyed, I would slam my steering wheel with my fist and the horn would honk. With this new car, it doesn't work.  I have to carefully press the steering wheel in a specific part.  Not nearly as satisfying.
  
  Tip of the Day:  Try to pay all of your bills at once, like in one day in a 30 minute block.  Even if they aren't all due at the same time, paying early never killed anyone.  Except for someone who paid early to have someone killed.
  
  Who Said It?:  "I'm not a quarterback... And it has become blatantly clear to me that you're not a receiver." 
  Answer: Goon 1 as chronicled in a post of mine 2 years ago.
  
  Putting it all together: I love tart cherries so much that I put them in my cereal and I want to eat them so much that I eat so much cereal that my stomach hurts.
  
  Obituary:  My birthday is Sunday and if I die during a Rager then, well, it's been fun.

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