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Post by 2Short on Jun 8, 2004 3:39:24 GMT -5
Isn't it way past your bedtime?
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Post by NonDylan on Jun 8, 2004 3:40:27 GMT -5
Yeah. I don't know how I'm still up. I guess because I have the day off today and tomorrow.
What are you still doing up?
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Post by 2Short on Jun 8, 2004 3:44:41 GMT -5
I was rudely woken up right when I was falling asleep and now I can't think of anything beside how hungry I am. So I came to the board in hopes of entertainment at 3:30 in the morning. Did the Sox play today? I watched zero TV today.
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Post by NonDylan on Jun 8, 2004 3:47:07 GMT -5
They did not, which is good. They could use at least one day off after quite possibly the worst outing in baseball history.
1/3 innings
3 hits
2 walks
4 runs
4 stolen bases
1 nasty ass goatee
They play the Phillies tomorrow. Jim Thome, the Peoria native.
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Post by NonDylan on Jun 8, 2004 3:47:52 GMT -5
Do you have to work or anything today?
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Post by 2Short on Jun 8, 2004 3:51:57 GMT -5
No, I dont start work until this weekend, at which point all of the middle aged women that remember will ask me about college and offer me their daughters' hands in marriage.
There is nothing quite so awkward as having a thirty-year-old woman bitch to you about her husband. I hope that's not older women's way of flirting.
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Post by NonDylan on Jun 8, 2004 3:55:34 GMT -5
I hate being asked about college/post college. Unfortunate since I just graduated. Oh, and at work, everybody's like, "So, what do you want to end up doing?"
Um, have you been here for the last two years? Apparently all the stories I've done are just for my health. What do you think I'm going to do? I work at a NEWS station with YOU!
You know, I think the general public would be surprised how stupid a lot of TV personalities actually are.
Do you think Alex Trebek is smart?
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Post by NonDylan on Jun 8, 2004 4:02:41 GMT -5
I changed the template of my blog for about the trillionth time tonight.
I didn't realize I'd be missing the commenting and links with the one I was using.
Plus, I know how to manipulate the html with this one. The other one was all crazy. This one I can change fonts and stuff pretty easily.
Still, I feel like an indecisive n*sync fanatic changing my template every few weeks.
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Post by 2Short on Jun 8, 2004 4:05:20 GMT -5
No, but I bet if you give him small phrases or single words he could think up the questions that they answer.
Do you remember the Disney Peter Pan movie where all the little bastards are visiting the Indians? They sing this song that asks, "What makes the red man red." I have figured it out. The sun, motherfucker. This sunburn is so bad I can't lay on my back. The next time Joe asks me if I want to play catch I'm cracking him upside the head with an aluminum bat.
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Post by NonDylan on Jun 8, 2004 4:09:19 GMT -5
God damn. How long did you play catch?
I play catch with my little sister, but she's so small (and a girl), so she wants to stop after five minutes.
I actually take my glove and a ball to my friends' houses in hopes that a game of catch breaks out, and I've been bugging Dave for the last few weeks to go to a diamond with me to hit grounders to each other.
Oh, and another friend of mine is in a baseball league here in town that I might join next summer. I just found out about it tonight, or I would have signed up for this summer too. I'm kind of bummed I found out late.
I hope earlier when you read the part in parenthesis about my sister being a girl you understood that I did so to make the generalization that all girls don't like to and/or can't play catch for longer than five minutes.
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Post by 2Short on Jun 8, 2004 4:14:34 GMT -5
I realized your generalization. I also realize that all girls don't like to drive. Or read while they shit.
We played for about two hours. I've also been swimming twice. I get asked by Joe about five times a day to go swimming with him and he expects me to stay if forever. I like to swim, but I did my share of prolonged swimming back in the womb. I no longer wish to submit myself to that kind of thing.
I have also felt the need to play baseball. Every summer we have a big Italian family picnic at some park in Chicago and we have a few big softball games. It's one of the highlights of my summer.
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Post by NonDylan on Jun 8, 2004 4:18:29 GMT -5
Yeah, the dumb fuck who's supposed to sign our work team up for the softball league didn't feel like "managing" the team this year, so he just didn't sign WAND up for one, but he didn't even tell anybody. So if someone else would have been like, "Shit, I'll manage the team," they couldn't have, because for all we knew, this guy was going to do it like he does every year.
But no, we're left with no softball team this summer because this guy didn't want to "manage," which basically entails handing out a schedule of games to people at work.
The best part: he joined up with another team, so HE'LL get to play this summer.
Wow, I've managed to piss myself off at 4:14 in the morning.
It was balls hot today. I wish I were in a pool. Oh, and still no air conditioning in our house. I swear, my dad refuses to use it until it breaks triple digits.
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Post by 2Short on Jun 8, 2004 4:24:35 GMT -5
My millionaire ther refuses to put the AC on because it is a "waste of money." He also refuses to buy a DSL conenction and hemorrhoid ointment. I've gotten used to living in a nasty hot house. I just eat a lot of popsicles.
Today I was suddenly overwhelmed by the fact that I may never become a good writer and end up dying poor and lonely. I think we are both in one of those odd stages in our careers where we have no fucking idea where we're going, but we want to cry a lot while going there.
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Post by NonDylan on Jun 8, 2004 4:33:50 GMT -5
They do say the rich are the most frugal with their money. It makes sense, I guess.
And yeah, I know how you feel. The whole writing thing is weird. There's a Billy Collins poem where he talks about being a vivid god (sound familiar?) and he's moving around dolls in a playhouse. Then he says there are days when he's the doll.
It's the most rollercoaster-esque aspect of my life. I talked to Professor Stein once, a few days after he called me about the contest, and we were talking about that Collins poem. He said, "I bet you feel like a vivid god about now." And it was true, I did feel pretty... capable, I guess. But then he said there'd be those times when it seems like you're the worst.
The worst part is, you can't tell either way. The best? The worst? It's so subjective.
I'm just trying not to press now. I haven't said, "Tomorrow I'm writing a poem." I don't think that'll do me much good. I'm just going to relax, go about my days, and hopefully, as I think it will, the desire and ability to write productively will come.
I thought you said you've been writing a lot lately. It sounded like you've been doing pretty good lately. No?
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Post by 2Short on Jun 8, 2004 4:39:22 GMT -5
I have been writing a lot lately, but I'm always paranoid that I'm not nearly as good as I think I am. I mean, the work shop consists of you and Staci, the contest winners of Bradley. Then I read things like Hicok's Animal Soul and I almost want to cry because of how horribly inferior it makes me feel. But then I realize that poetry isn't about who's better, there's no grades, but thats how I view everything and I always feel like I'm earning a B- when it comes to the shit I write.
I've also been very paranoid lately about using anything cliche in my poems. I read everything three times and re-write shit until its almost incoherant so that I know it won't be cliche.
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