and a man offers me a breakfast burrito, and i don't know why
so i'm sitting here, listening to the red sox, waiting for the first coat of paint to dry on the closet in the bathroom ceiling so i can slather on a second coat. i'm not terribly convinced about the necessity of painting the upstairsbathroomclosetceiling, but it will put a smile on the queen mother's face, and that's good enough a reason for metop five books on my to-read list right now, resulting from my monday trip to the library:
- the untouchables, by elliot ness. an awesome book, tells of how pretty much one guy managed to take down the entire gangster subculture ruled by al capone in chicago in the late twenties during prohibition. it's better than fiction. just finished the book, actually, now i want to see the movie
- best short stories of 2004, by a bunch of people. read a few stories already, and it's been a bit of a disappointment. some have been stellar, but others were, in my opinion, decidedly subpar. the ability to satisfyingly conclude a story seems to be a lost art. i mean, i know not every story has to have a traditional ending, but at least one or two here and there should, instead of always ending on a cliffhanger or a sort of question mark. silly modern writers
- faithful, by o'nan and king. two hard-core red sox fans put together their running commentary and correspondence from the magical run the sox had over the course of last year. been waiting for it to be in at the library for a few months, and it finally is. woot
- the bretheren, by john grisham. story of a brilliant scam run by three judges in prison. not his best book, but it's pretty good nonetheless. i mean, it's grisham
- season on the brink, by john feinstein. about bobby knight and the 1985-86 college basketball season. feinstein is one of my favorite sports writers, and this is the book that pretty much put him on the map. should be a good read
so when i walked into work this morning, a guy i had trained a couple of weeks ago was waiting for me. he jumped up when he saw me, ran over with something in his hand, and asked, "hey, noonan, i have a breakfast burrito for you!" um... ok. normally i don't turn down free food at any time, but this for some reason weirded me out, so i politely declined. weird
funny looking/sounding words of today: waif, smorgasbord, and bulbous. and if you combine them, you get a smorgasbord of bulbous waifs. and if you can look someone in the eye and say that without laughing, i'll give you quarter. really
my favorite joke: "don't move, i'll call ski patrol!"
the end
2 Comments:
Ah...I know what I DON'T like about "blogger". Those of us with extremely poor short term memory can't review your post while attempting to comment. I was going to say something prefound and lifechanging, but now I can't recall what you said that prompted my revelation and consequently, in all the the rush of "Hmmm, what did he say again?", I can't remember what I was going to say. So I guess this is just a moot comment ("moot" is a fun word!) whose only purpose is to......well, I'm sure I had a purpose. My life is much too busy for me to be wasting time writing long, meaningless random comments on people's weblogs. I really do have better and more important things to do with my time. Obviously I am, at this point, stalling because I can't remember what all those tremendously important to-do's are! Wait, the girls want breakfast. That'll do. I gotta feed my children. Bye!
sbell
dude, thanks for the encouragement. be content but never satisfied, thats profound...your sherpa qualities are truly overwhelming
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