Thursday, February 08, 2007

You Make Me Want to Be a Better Clown

i guess i should update. the peons (pronounced "pee-ons") are getting restless.

so i've been somewhat of a mess recently, by recently, i mean ever since i can remember. no, there's no need to go that dire route! at ease, gentlepeople. you may put your clown noses back on.

through a strict regime of talking to people and inviting my skeletons to come out of the closet (i guess they're gay?)...what is with the closet and analogies? wakka wakka! anyway, i have found that i am lucky to be who i am surrounded by the people i know. it's sappy. but you hear about people being gone every single second so it's important to appreciate what you've got right NOW when you've got it.

various modes of cheer uppityness -- found in many manners:

in quotes:

senator ted stevens:
"They want to deliver vast amounts of information over the internet. And again, the internet is not something you just dump something on. It's not a truck.

It's a series of tubes.

And if you don't understand those tubes can be filled and if they are filled, when you put your message in, it gets in line and its going to be delayed by anyone that puts into that tube enormous amounts of material, enormous amounts of material."


in words:

I farted in your honor.

in more words:

let's sit down and make lists
dream lists
unicorn rainbow skittles and ponies
LISTS
of DREAMS
crazy dreams
BIG DREAMS
and tiny ones too


in even more words:

PARN
i want to hold you to my bosom
i want to put you in my pocket
and place you on my desk
and have you make funny voices
you get through it
it doesn't stay forever


in even more words:

or rather that's the conclusion we drew, that that's probably why he doesn't cry and when i was over on monday he was rubbing his eyes and it make a squeak squeak noise

and in even more words:

you know what, I don't even know if I am allowed to do this but...
how would you like to be on the All Pro team with possibility of making it to the Hall of Fame?


in songs:

Heart of Life by John Mayer

i'm not afraid to love a little john mayer. neither is jessica simpson. blammo!

and this was just a sampling.

so thanks. thanks and flanks and banks and cranks and tanks and shanks and clanks. people are indisputably surprising and worthy of slightly awkward handholding.


balloon hats for all
courtesy of Flickr and stoleaglance

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