June 2007 Archives

I'm standing in the aisle at Trader Joe's and there's this little kid having a grand old time. He's whirling around as fast as his little center of gravity will take him (I've seen this before) little fists balled and sort of pinballing between the different frozen foods. I get a little chuckle until he takes an errant bounce off of the pizzas and WHAM, little five year old hay-maker fist to the nuts.

ouch.

Generally speaking my handwriting is illegible in the best of circumstances (proven to cause madness in some of the worst) but I've discovered an interesting property of it recently. Apparently, if left alone for a few weeks, whatever notes I took on any subject morph into poetry. Witness.

Sacred pose of puffed pages to incur clockwork disturbance.

That originally read: Second page of preferred pages to increase click distance.

Perhaps I should have practiced my penmanship a little more. Good thing I didn't actually need those notes.