So New York is officially one of my favorite places on the planet. I walked for days and still didn’t get to see everything I wanted to. I thought the fast pace of Dallas was just right for me, but now I’m not as certain. They say the city never sleeps, but I didn’t imagine it could be quite so true. And the shopping, oh lord, the shopping! At any rate, the pictures speak for themselves, enjoy!
And, as always, the full album can be found at jdyates.parazz.com
Andy on my right, Skinner on my left… engaged in heated political and religious discussion. Welcome to the highlight of my day. My only salvation is immersing myself in a new blog entry, one I’ve been trying to write for months. I should’ve done this hours ago, though I’m not having any more luck now mustering the will to produce an entry than I have since well before the Tahoe trip. (Refer back to my running list of future blog entries for inspiration) … Still nothing I feel compelled to write about, mostly because I do my best writing when incensed, and I’m not incensed, not even remotely. I should be, based on the discussion going on around me, but it’s hard to even participate because these guys have exponentially more knowledge on the subjects at hand than I ever want to. Even Annie is involved, what to do? Tuning out has been upgraded from a favorite past-time to a daily necessity.
Only Andy can equate modern religion to fire insurance. If the eskimos ever need ice, we know who to call.
Beya.*
Barring coming up with some really cool thing I need to talk about, the only thing to do is idly ramble about what’s going on in my life. You guys are about to be as bored as I am now… watch.
Have you ever noticed that almost all people can be classified in three categories: People that can be funny on cue, people that can be funny when inspired, and people who aren’t funny at all? I like to think I fall into the middle category, which is simply to say that I can be funny ever, however rarely. I sit here wishing I was part of the first though, because it would make for much more interesting blogs, especially in cases such as this where writing is necessary but I lack the inspiration. I would be able to uncannily glance around the room, pick something about my surroundings or circumstance, and be instantly interesting in writing or speech. Fuck a middle-class wit.
Skinner’s just invoked the names of both Buddha and Krishna. This night just keeps getting better. We’ve been upgraded from Lame too Uber-Nerd status. Next he’ll be quoting Corinthians…. wait for it…. there it is. Bare in mind that so far this blog has been written over the course of about a half hour. I’m definitely reaching my limit.
Beya.*
Nothing but laundry and dishes awaits me at home. This is shaping up to be the best night, ever. This seems like the appropriate time to think on the disfunction inherent to my family. I wonder why that word has become almost synonymous with family these days… at least most of the people I know would agree. If not, they’re probably lying to themselves and at least someone else. Here goes:
So my dad was in town this weekend, and I write this knowing full well that I gave his new wife my email address, which contains this domain. Meaning that she could very well be reading this. Nonetheless, it was sufficiently awkward. Thats’s my share of disfunction for the evening. Where’s yours? Look hard enough, you’ll find it.
I’ll expound on this topic in a later entry, I need to fix my broken internet. This entry has been open now for over 2 hours and I’ve just realized that it’s more than long enough. Perhaps tomorrow will find me equally verbose. I’ve found myself engulfed in internet connectivity issues, and will now spend the next few hours working just to get this posted. Goodnight.
Beya, Beya, Beya!* Count ‘em! Five, bitches.
*For those of you who don’t get the “beya” reference, it’s Lori’s favorite term for beer, and has been adopted unanimously. My choice this particular evening was Corona, though sans limes, which was a bad call.
Posterity, you get the point. As soon as I post this I’ll be posting a real blog entry, scout’s honor.
For the sake of posterity, here are the pictures from day 3.
As always, the full versions can be accessed via jdyates.parazz.com
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