They were:
"Being with muffins is definitely better than being with robots"
Not being one to let this thought, which I think occurs similarly in thousands of people every day (maybe not about muffins and robots specifically), pass me by I decided to publish it on the internet so i could never forget. Or so I could delete it next week.
After that, I thought that if you have a piece of sweet-bread (banana, cranberry, pumpkin, etc), you should cut it up and arrange it artistically before you eat it. Only sweet bread, no other bread occurred to me.
-Kevrawr
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Someone's comin' fer me...
I found $20 in the hallway of my apartment building today.
I can't help the sneaking suspicion that someone planted it there. Waiting. Waiting for some unsuspecting dupe to commit an act of ill-will such that the rightful owner of said twenty dollars would come back to the place they might have lost their money, hypothetically, and not find the money. As a result, that poor victim, theoretically imagined by my fictional assailant, would be crushed..
So, as punishment for failing this intricate test of ethics, I'm gradually becoming more paranoid that I'll wake up tomorrow morning, or some other morning, you never know with psychos like the one I've imagined, that I'll wake up tomorrow morning with a portrait of Andrew Jackson carved into my left buttock.
For roughly 16 cups of coffee, I believe I'm willing to take that chance.
-kev-lo
I can't help the sneaking suspicion that someone planted it there. Waiting. Waiting for some unsuspecting dupe to commit an act of ill-will such that the rightful owner of said twenty dollars would come back to the place they might have lost their money, hypothetically, and not find the money. As a result, that poor victim, theoretically imagined by my fictional assailant, would be crushed..
So, as punishment for failing this intricate test of ethics, I'm gradually becoming more paranoid that I'll wake up tomorrow morning, or some other morning, you never know with psychos like the one I've imagined, that I'll wake up tomorrow morning with a portrait of Andrew Jackson carved into my left buttock.
For roughly 16 cups of coffee, I believe I'm willing to take that chance.
-kev-lo
Sunday, January 13, 2008
My adoring fans must be sincerely dissapointed.
Alright. So.
Conspicuous absence is the way I start off kevtronics....BAM! Sorry about that, I know that a couple of you...well, the couple of people that read this...have been asking about why no posts. Cause I been busy. There's a draft saved that I'll complete, there's also a New Year's post that's been worked out (see: up) in my head. Those will be up shortly.
Mean time, welcome to my favorite nickname and new blog. I've decided it will not be about what I have done recently. Because fuck you that's private.
It will probably be about stuff that occurs to me. Because fuck you I'matell you even if you wish I would keep it private.
Now, in total contradiction of what I just wrote, here's what's kept me from writing "blog" "posts" (is this internet "slanguage" appropriate?)
Well, first, the reason that I'm writing this in the, first, place is because I'm drinking Turning Leaf White Zinfandale (special reserve) year 2006* straight from the bottle. Notice that typos are absent from the post. Instead, my use of written language just gets weirder than it already is. I find it amusing. You probably don't...see paragraphs 3 and 4 for the appropriate inappropriate suggestion.
*4.96 at the Kansas City Airport Wal-Mart
So, over the course of the last little while I've driven (not flown...very, very different) to:
Minneapolis, MN
Davenport, IA
Minneapolis, MN
Manhattan, KS
Odessa, TX
Clovis, NM
Odessa, TX
Manhattan, KS
Minneapolis, MN
Manhattan, KS
Odessa, TX
Kansas City, MO
Manhattan, KS
What was I thinking? I have no idea.
That was the introduction to my new blog address. Apparently I am a drunken driver. Also, the old site was more conducive to entertaining writing. Fuck.
Fuck,
-Kevene
Conspicuous absence is the way I start off kevtronics....BAM! Sorry about that, I know that a couple of you...well, the couple of people that read this...have been asking about why no posts. Cause I been busy. There's a draft saved that I'll complete, there's also a New Year's post that's been worked out (see: up) in my head. Those will be up shortly.
Mean time, welcome to my favorite nickname and new blog. I've decided it will not be about what I have done recently. Because fuck you that's private.
It will probably be about stuff that occurs to me. Because fuck you I'matell you even if you wish I would keep it private.
Now, in total contradiction of what I just wrote, here's what's kept me from writing "blog" "posts" (is this internet "slanguage" appropriate?)
Well, first, the reason that I'm writing this in the, first, place is because I'm drinking Turning Leaf White Zinfandale (special reserve) year 2006* straight from the bottle. Notice that typos are absent from the post. Instead, my use of written language just gets weirder than it already is. I find it amusing. You probably don't...see paragraphs 3 and 4 for the appropriate inappropriate suggestion.
*4.96 at the Kansas City Airport Wal-Mart
So, over the course of the last little while I've driven (not flown...very, very different) to:
Minneapolis, MN
Davenport, IA
Minneapolis, MN
Manhattan, KS
Odessa, TX
Clovis, NM
Odessa, TX
Manhattan, KS
Minneapolis, MN
Manhattan, KS
Odessa, TX
Kansas City, MO
Manhattan, KS
What was I thinking? I have no idea.
That was the introduction to my new blog address. Apparently I am a drunken driver. Also, the old site was more conducive to entertaining writing. Fuck.
Fuck,
-Kevene
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