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Effluvia Links? Are you kidding? I'm working through an AOL connection here - I will not be hunting down entertaining internet crap just to amuse your punk ass. However, I will mention that I got tickets to the Saints' first playoff game, whenever that may happen. I am totally stoked about that. Sonya and I will be in the northwest corner, right above the endzone. You may see us on the TV! Journals
Oh no. Siobhan has gone back to the icy land from whence she comes. I would imagine she's sitting in the igloo right now, eating whale blubber with the family even as we speak.
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12/21/2000 Thugs The last few nights I've found myself wide awake in the middle of the night. I do that sometimes. Last night it was straight up two o'clock; the night before it was a bit later than that. Nothing wakes me up, no sound or bad dream or anything like that, though I have had to pee each time. What strikes me as neat when I wake up is how quiet our apartment is. Roxy might snore a little bit, and so might Sonya, but these last few nights they've both been in comfortable non-snoring positions and they haven't made a sound. The neighbors are all asleep by that time of night, and now that the cold weather has finally arrived all the air conditioners have stopped. Our bedroom window looks out on the backyards of a row of townhouses, and the steady hum of those air conditioners was comparable to our last apartment, where the heavy-duty HVAC equipment of several high-rise buildings chundered and roared all year 'round five stories below us. Magazine is a busy street during the day, but it's not as busy on our part of Magazine as it is elsewhere. At night, though, traffic all but disappears. It's neat to live in a neighborhood as opposed to
"the city." A nice change, anyway.
Something else from our trip to the suburbs the other night: one of the moms in attendance was talking about one of the teenage girls. "She's dating a nice boy now, which is good," she explained, "because she usually likes thugs." "Thugs?" I was incredulous. "Do these thugs come from the suburbs, too?" "Oh, yeah." I had a good laugh at that, for a second. Then I made an unpleasant mental connection. "I suppose 'thug' is kind of like today's version of 'heavy metal hoodlum,' huh?" I asked Sonya. "Yup," she agreed. So. Also, the kids at the party were listening (repeatedly) to a hip-hop song with the following lyrics: "Wobble baby, twurk it baby..." I suppose I'm showing both my age and ignorance here, but I need my legion of faithful followers to help me out: what the hell does that mean? Wobble? Like a Weeble? They wobble, if I remember right, but they don't fall down. I don't think that's what they're talking about, though. And twurk? It's a made up word, I know, but it must have some meaning. Is it like a combination of "tweak" and "work?" What does that mean? I need your help, people. As long as I'm on the subject: what exactly does it mean to be a baller? I thought it actually had something to do with being a basketball player, but I think I'm wrong? Is it like being a player? I know what that means! Also disturbing: I was in the chair at Supercuts the other day, getting a kicky new holiday 'do. The girl who was cutting my hair had her kid there; he was sitting in the chair next to me. "Where's Bob?" the kid said brightly and happily. "Quit talkin' 'bout yo' dead daddy," the girl cutting my hair mumbled. The only person who could have possibly heard it was me. Why did she want to tell me that? Was she trying to
give me a subtle clue that, despite having a child,
she was single? If not, why did she want to
share that with me? I left puzzled.
We're having problems with the cable modem. Again. If you have any mail for me, send it to bro_hal@yahoo.com until further notice. If you've sent me (or Sonya) mail in the last few days, well, send it again, buddy! So the cable modem problems are so bad that two cable guys had to come out and take a look at it. I met them downstairs and brought them up to the apartment, then went to walk the dog. When I came back Sonya had gone with them to look at the cable box outside. They all returned shortly. "You know, when I walked out I figured you'd immediately start having sex with those guys," I told Sonya after the cable guys left. "Why?" "You know, it's two cable guys, the husband just left..." "When I was outside with them," Sonya admitted, "I wanted to say, 'hey! Why haven't you guys offered to have sex with me yet? You've been here twenty minutes!' Isn't that what they're supposed to do?" "Maybe they're new guys," I suggested, "did they ask to look at the cable box, or did they say they wanted to check out your box?" "They specifically asked to see the cable box." "Rookies." |
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