Random musings... 


Of groundhogs, whore's pasta, and little things..... 

1) For the last 3 nights, on my way home, I've passed a groundhog sitting by the side of the road. Unlike many of his kin, this one appears either smart enough or content enough not to try to cross the busy highway. He just sits there, a puff of brown-gray fur with little paws, eating, or washing his face, or thinking his little, fuzzy, groundhog thoughts. He seems completely unaware of the big monkeys speeding by on Old US 12. There's a lesson there, I think. Maybe if I were a groundhog, I'd know what the lesson is.

2) Last night, Brian made a nice little antipasto salad and some Spaghetti Puttanesca for dinner. I sat down to eat when suddenly it struck me: What would happen when the antipasto and the pasta mix in my tummy? Would I be the inadvertent cause of a massive pasta-antipasto explosion that causes all life as I know it to stop instantaneously and which rips apart every atom of my body at the speed of light? Brian couldn't provide any assurances that his dinner wasn't a Warp Core explosion waiting to happen, but he seemed unconcerned. You'll be happy to know that, if you haven't guessed by now, pasta and antipasto can mix without incident. (I guess that joke is only funny if you're a geek like me.)

3) In case you're wondering, "Spaghetti Puttanesca" is just what the recipe is named, it isn't just called that because Brian made it. (I guess that joke is only funny if you understand the name "Puttanesca.") Just kidding, Muffin ... you know I love you more than my luggage.

4) Two times in the last week, I've been walking down the sidewalk and someone has actually pointed at my crotch and said, "Look at that!" Yes, I'm sure that happens to some of you all the time, but it's a new occurrence for me. Thus, it took me a while to figure out what they were looking at, until the person today said, "Oh, look at his nano! It's so small!" (No, really, this actually happened this morning.) It was immediately obvious to me that they were talking about my iPod nano, because, well, it's the only thing they could have possibly been talking about. Really. (That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Forget what you've heard about the effects of Irish heritage.) Apparently my little belt clip idea is not only great for keeping my new iPod nano easily accessible, but it has the added advantage of drawing attention to my crotch. I'm going to be wearing this thing everywhere now. 

Posted: Thu - September 22, 2005 at 10:13 AM        

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