I went over to the Elementary School to be my son Tristan's lunch buddy since it's his special week. I was nervous about it. Somehow I had the paranoid idea that the kids would throw food at me. I went into the school, and the kids walked Indian file to the cafeteria, quietly. My son taught me how to order a triangular slice of pizza, and as I was sitting down, a piece of pepperoni hit me in the face.
I thought, oh, here comes all the food.
But no more came.
A little boy apologized profusely.
"Tristan likes our pepperoni, so I was just giving mine to him," he said. "I'm sorry."
I said it was ok, and sat down.
The kids talked about hunting with their dads. We were sitting at a third-grade cafeteria table that held about 13 kids. The boys had names like Nathan, Matthew, Tyler, Jeremiah, and Alex. There was a girl named Meredith. Suddenly the topic switched to Webkinz. These are a kind of stuffed animal that has a web page. My son has nineteen of them. Some of the other kids have even more. The kids then played a game in which one boy puts his palms up on the table, and the other kid lays his palms down on them, and the kid on the bottom tries to quickly trap the boy's hands on top.
The pizza crust was doughy and enjoyable.
Friday, December 18, 2009
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sheize mahn
if 1000 peopel are reading your blog only briefly are they checking out the streams
i mean i think it's getting to the point where you should be paying the main players i mean the big voices the voices that matter the typomaniax who wade in the streams of your blogposts
dood
every word is worth something
brett has been putting out some astounding prose
i babble away
gm flings in zingers
craig is probably cheking in
but is on the road
jacques is silent
as is emmy
curtis tosses in his 2 cents
stu is reticent at best
talk is expensive now dude
you pay to have machines to talk and the machines sometimes actually talk and talking is not cheap any more it's everywhere but you have to pay for the good stuff that's just the way it is in a democrazzee
money for the trouble man
money for your friends
money is the sugar
dessert is the end
americans just want to be happy and money is the way
it's a happy drug
i know my voice is negligible almost useless over here
but i think money is important especially this time of year when it's important to buy lots of cheap plastic things and overpriced flowers jewelry furs and clothing that is ridiculous
a time to splurge on fashion if you will
and food
time to be pushed along like a blood platelet in the corpuscles of our land
when a good conversation starts you should pay the talkers in the real world the capitalists and the blackmarketeers all of them
need to be paid
so i think it's good thing you have some fun key idees
but i think there's a time when we have to be good businessmen
cash on the barrell head buddy
no credit in my town
a half a cent per word or soemthing like that
you could be a big private non profit blog and you could pay your contributers like me
lots of money for being so zaney and witty and deranged and whackadooodledoo yeeeehaaah
money can't buy everything it's true
but what it can't buy i can't use
give me money
money's what i want
i don't think it's ethically sound or the least bit popular in america to refrain from acquiring huge amounts of money for absolutely ridiculous ideas
you know if they can sell pieces of george custer's shirt on eBay this blog should be able
to make some money
i hear the stock market is surging
BHO can't do much it's always a huge compromise his mistake is trying to reason with people like the conservatives like mccain like the blitherrerrs and blatherrerrs
what he has done is lifted the conversation i mean folks are talking and about mostly the right stuff..the rhetoric of survival
make sure the toilets are clean
and the people can move about in some degree of happiness
obama has a business card too
(he never glares right into the camera)
u kck s
jh
Most of the people who come go to the archives, to be honest.
Two posts got on some kind of giant servers.
One is about Monopoly and the other is about Neurology and Aristotle.
What happens is that those two posts have then proliferated throughout the blogosphere and other people link to them.
I have no idea how it happens or who's coming. People interested in something called neuroscience focus on the one, and I guess gamesters of some sort go to the other one.
But I come here for the conversation.
I do think we should have show like the View.
But we need sponsors, and distribution, to get the money, and I am not willing to line up either thing.
The funny thing is that only about 100 hits per day link to the actual conversation. We were getting more hits when J or that jerk from S. Korea were showing up, -- because people like the rubbernecking, I guess, but I couldn't bear it.
I can't imagine how Elizabeth Hasselhoff on the View puts up with that show.
I hope we didn't offend Jacques and Emmy. I think they're on a trip or something.
I'm on a trip, forty two days in a suitcase, but I finally talked Clearwire into letting me on their network, so now I can get online with my minicomputer any time I visit the U.S. and I get to pay for it on a month to month basis instead of a two year contract. I was so grateful I told my Chase guy to get me 200 shares of it.
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