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July 08, 2003
Blogging to Myself...Oh Oh Oh...
Hey.
Oh, hey self.
Whaddup?
Chillin?. You?
Um, the same. I?m you.
Oh right. Then why did you ask me how I was?
Shut yo? mouth.
My bad. Just enjoying air conditioning that I don?t have to pay for.
Cheap bastard.
Pretty much. If they had cots and a shower at work, I?d seriously contemplate staying here some nights.
Just to save money on your electrical bill?
Hells yes. More money to spend on all da ladies.
But you don?t spend any money on da ladies these days.
True enough. Yet, one must be prudent and think towards the future.
OK, TD Waterhouse. I get the gist. Busy day at work?
Yup, but I wanted to throw down a little prose action on all muh peeps before I delved into the exciting world of fixing superscripts all day long.
But it?s just you talking to yourself. Won?t that be boring for your ?peeps? to read.
Not when you?ve got self-conversation skillz like me, beeyotch.
Point taken. How?s the new haircut working for you?
Good. Quite enjoying the boot camp look.
So bald, eh?
More Michael Stipe than Billy Corgan, only without Stipe?s perpetual ?I?ve got some disease that I don?t wanna discuss? look about it.
So you?ve got the hairless cat look going.
Hey, I wouldn?t go so far as to say that?
But you did. I?m you. And you be me.
No matter how they toss the dice?
I?ll be tossing salad if you keep quoting that song.
Rightio.
So that?s good. What made you go the full monty, scalp-wise?
Well, misreading the settings on my brother?s hair clipper didn?t hurt the process, that?s for sure.
So you?re all Kojak cuz you?re a moron?
Yup. Also explains my double-ear piercing in college.
Explain.
Well, I bought two studs, which I figured meant I could interchange as I saw fit. And then they stapled the f#ckers into my ear.
Whoops.
Yea. It?s called ?looking into the process?. I didn?t quite do that.
Nice one, Dr. Evil.
Well, I try.
So how does this entry end?
Dunno. Feels like it?s reaching its arc, tho. Pretty soon.
So it?s like the Force, huh? You feel a disturbance, you purge through writing, and suddenly, it?s like Jimmy Smits never died on Alderan?
You?re weird.
Posted by Ryan McGee at July 8, 2003 09:41 AM
Comments
Boys are silly
Posted by: Megan at July 8, 2003 11:05 AM
Your lust for me is so transparent, Gaffney.
Posted by: ryan at July 8, 2003 11:07 AM
My mom always said it was ok to talk to myself as long as I didn't answer.
So from what I gather of the monologue above, your current bald look was unintentional?
Posted by: Lori at July 8, 2003 11:19 AM
Well, of COURSE my lust is transparent! It's also a Gemini with B- blood and a penchant for stamp collecting. I call it "Larry."
Posted by: Megan at July 8, 2003 11:21 AM
Oh, man, do we all have to name our libidos now?
Posted by: Commander Foley at July 8, 2003 11:24 AM
Great, now I have this scene in my head:
Gaffney's Friend: "So, we going out after work?"
Gaffney: "Larry says hell yes."
Posted by: ryan at July 8, 2003 11:40 AM
Almost two hours later, I'm still trying to think of a name.
Curse your hide, Gaffney, for raising the coolness bar for all of us once again!
Posted by: Commander Foley at July 8, 2003 01:07 PM
Commander, you are too generous. What some call "coolness," I call "sleep deprevation."
Thanks, though, Boys
Posted by: Megan at July 8, 2003 01:10 PM
Tim, just call it "Maximus" and get this over with.
Posted by: ryan at July 8, 2003 01:20 PM
Mini-me might work too!
Posted by: Marc at July 8, 2003 01:34 PM
Something I used to do was to determine my mindset for an evening based on whatever perfume I was wearing at the time. Past incarnations have included Noa, Givenchy, and Obsession (the men's kind). Unfortunately this also included Chantilly in high school. Man, that stuff was nasty. Stale cotton candy in liquid form.
Posted by: Diana at July 8, 2003 01:44 PM
Sounds like my mindsets would be a whole lotta Nothing. I guess I'm Nobody.
I'm strongly resisting making a Geek Bravado joke concerning the Odyssey and Polyphemus the Cyclops here concerning the term "Nobody." Either that or Family Circus. It's the same joke, really.
I just lost everybody, didn't I? OK, screw it, I'm calling my libido The Hulk. Happy?
Posted by: Commander Foley at July 8, 2003 01:59 PM
Actually, wasn't family circus "Not Me"?
Posted by: Diana at July 8, 2003 02:06 PM
Yeah, but Homer... Family Circus... it's all the same joke. F.C. also has "Ida Know" and one more whose name escapes me.
Posted by: Commander Foley at July 8, 2003 02:24 PM
OK, so now I have an image of Tim walking around, saying, "Libido smash!" and a series of dashes behind him telling me everywhere he's been.
Not a good day on the mental front for me.
Posted by: ryan at July 8, 2003 02:34 PM
"I am Tim's Libido! Hear me ROAR!!"
Posted by: Lori at July 8, 2003 02:39 PM
*does his best Gollum impression*
"not listening...not listening..."
Posted by: ryan at July 8, 2003 02:42 PM
'OK, so now I have an image of Tim walking around, saying, "Libido smash!" and a series of dashes behind him telling me everywhere he's been.'
.... which will be everywhere within and surrounding his Upper West Side apartment. Inside boxes and under ladders holding paint cans. Behind his bed and out the window with the view of a wall. All so he can remember where he put those sais the previous tenants left.
Posted by: Diana at July 8, 2003 02:47 PM
Ok, so I'm a few hours late to this conversation however, who are you kiddin'...
Trying to rationalize staying at work to all hours of the night for the free air conditioning is a bit extreme. Don't you think?
Posted by: Cory at July 9, 2003 01:21 AM
Who said I'd be working late?
Three words: rolling chair races.
Posted by: ryan at July 9, 2003 08:10 AM