Table next to me at lunch. Six people. Five finished. Plates cleared. One guy’s plate still half-full. He chews slowly and takes long breaks between bites to drone on about nothing. I don’t like this guy.
Secret Post: I listen to Rush Limbaugh.
insooutso: It’s a Sun Tzu kind of thing. As an eventide bartender milking the last couple years of a career, I’ve learned that the only thing better than keeping out of politics is calling somebody out on a misquote. Basic rules of my blue(ish) collar establishment: No politics, no religion, no Meatloaf. Simple, right? Try as we might, the first of those three always seems to surface its ugly...
I deeply enjoy Hemingway, with the caveat that his shorter work tends to be better. I enjoyed Old Man and the Sea the first time I read it and have enjoyed it more and more over time. I never felt like I was supposed to like it — it just clicked with me. The same is true for “The Snows of Kilimanjaro” and “The Big Two-Hearted River.” I can see thinking his writing is...
lindstifa: Last night I dismissed a potential suitor because he thinks fart jokes are stupid. Poor guy was probably just trying to say what he thought you wanted to hear — which is probably even more valid a reason to dismiss him.
As the spirit wanes the form appears– Charles Bukowski
My previous most-reblogged and most-hearted post was an inspirational quote about the potential of our generation by the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize recipient. That has been surpassed, in half the time, by a picture of me dressed in an outfit for which my wife begged — BEGGED — me to at least untuck my shirt. Awesome.
Three great photos posted to AnthroLOLogy this morning, so I’m linking instead of posting. Check ‘em out.
I just got so many speckles of lunch on my shirt that I’m seriously considering going home to change. My messy eating hasn’t gone this far since the Fettucine Incident of ‘03.