I'm in the bathroom getting ready to go out. Josh is in the kitchen doing some dishes.
Josh: Honey, would you ever kill me in my sleep?
Me: If we're talking hypotheticals here... what have you done?
Friday, May 15, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Well, aren't we funny.
I'm at Nordstrom and I'm buying some pantyhose. I'm holding my wedding dress, which I've just picked up from being altered.
Cashier: "What's the gown for?"
"Oh, it's for my wedding!"
Cashier: "Oh, how exciting!"
"Yeah." awkward silence... I decide to inject a little levity into the moment: "I'm more excited to wear these (pantyhose) with some cream pumps!"
Cashier: "Well, aren't we funny."
Is there any way to take "Well, aren't we funny" as a positive remark? I mean, she didn't say it insincerely... but wtf.
Cashier: "What's the gown for?"
"Oh, it's for my wedding!"
Cashier: "Oh, how exciting!"
"Yeah." awkward silence... I decide to inject a little levity into the moment: "I'm more excited to wear these (pantyhose) with some cream pumps!"
Cashier: "Well, aren't we funny."
Is there any way to take "Well, aren't we funny" as a positive remark? I mean, she didn't say it insincerely... but wtf.
Geography, Current Events
Girl at work who scans the internet for cheap baby stuff all day says something worth repeating!
"This lady on KSL is selling Enfamil (baby formula, for those uninitiated) for 4 dollars a pack! That's a really good deal! ... but she lives in Logan... where the heck is Logan!?"
I pondered asking her whether she'd heard about the recent infant deaths in China due to bootleg formula with no nutrition in it. Then I realized... of course she hasn't. She doesn't even know where Logan is.
"This lady on KSL is selling Enfamil (baby formula, for those uninitiated) for 4 dollars a pack! That's a really good deal! ... but she lives in Logan... where the heck is Logan!?"
I pondered asking her whether she'd heard about the recent infant deaths in China due to bootleg formula with no nutrition in it. Then I realized... of course she hasn't. She doesn't even know where Logan is.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Strange Request
Last night Johnny told me to post about the conversation had on the way home from the bar. We wound up dropping Nick off, so it was a little more interesting than just me and Josh chatting on the way home. Nick was a little sauced, and Josh wound up asking him about the girl he's been dating. The girl works at a local purveyor of hot beverages.
Nick: Ugh, I don't know, man. There's a reason I shouldn't be dating girls under 23.
Josh: What do you mean? Is she immature?
Nick: Well, it's just... she's obviously still interested in seeing other guys, it's hard to watch.
Me: Why do you have to watch?
Josh: Well, Nick loves the Tea Grotto! He's not just gonna stop going there just 'cause of some chick.
Me: So, you're like... sitting there drinking tea, watching her flirt with other guys? That's creepy.
Nick. Yup. Pretty much.
Me: You've gotta start going somewhere else, man.
Nick: Ugh, I don't know, man. There's a reason I shouldn't be dating girls under 23.
Josh: What do you mean? Is she immature?
Nick: Well, it's just... she's obviously still interested in seeing other guys, it's hard to watch.
Me: Why do you have to watch?
Josh: Well, Nick loves the Tea Grotto! He's not just gonna stop going there just 'cause of some chick.
Me: So, you're like... sitting there drinking tea, watching her flirt with other guys? That's creepy.
Nick. Yup. Pretty much.
Me: You've gotta start going somewhere else, man.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Yup
This blog totally died.
The culprit? The IT department at work. I guess blogging is probably too social an activity to be doing during work hours, and since many of my conversations stay in my head maybe two minutes if not written down, still figuring out a way to do this. Might just email thoughts to myself and transfer later, but I can't see that happening very often.
I've been volunteering at a certain well-known Utah film festival, so I'm trying to remember conversations I overhear from douchy old trust fund babies and kids looking for movie stars... I did overhear one conversation on the street the other day though:
Two guys, two girls- they've obviously just met.
Guys: So you two just got here today?
Girls: Yeah, we're totally just winging it.
Guys: So you know where you're staying and everything?
Girls: No! We have no idea what we're doing.
... who does that? Also, really sounds like a recipe for a compromising position, if you ask me. *shrug* Welcome to ____dance.
The culprit? The IT department at work. I guess blogging is probably too social an activity to be doing during work hours, and since many of my conversations stay in my head maybe two minutes if not written down, still figuring out a way to do this. Might just email thoughts to myself and transfer later, but I can't see that happening very often.
I've been volunteering at a certain well-known Utah film festival, so I'm trying to remember conversations I overhear from douchy old trust fund babies and kids looking for movie stars... I did overhear one conversation on the street the other day though:
Two guys, two girls- they've obviously just met.
Guys: So you two just got here today?
Girls: Yeah, we're totally just winging it.
Guys: So you know where you're staying and everything?
Girls: No! We have no idea what we're doing.
... who does that? Also, really sounds like a recipe for a compromising position, if you ask me. *shrug* Welcome to ____dance.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Dull Roar
I'm studying, Josh just got home and we're going out later so he's decided to take a nap.
J: Well, I'm gonna take a nap for a little bit hon, try to keep the party to a dull roar.
E: Yeah, I'll try, but you know me.
J: Try to keep the freestyle rapping to a minimum.
E: The day I freestyle rap while you're napping...
J: Freestyle napping!?
E: That'd be like a competition where you see if you can fall asleep in random places.
J: They call that narcolepsy.
E: Yeah, well narcolepts have an unfair advantage.
J: Well, I'm gonna take a nap for a little bit hon, try to keep the party to a dull roar.
E: Yeah, I'll try, but you know me.
J: Try to keep the freestyle rapping to a minimum.
E: The day I freestyle rap while you're napping...
J: Freestyle napping!?
E: That'd be like a competition where you see if you can fall asleep in random places.
J: They call that narcolepsy.
E: Yeah, well narcolepts have an unfair advantage.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Barking Frog
7:20 am, Union study area, 3 of my classmates and I are tossing ideas around before class.
It's early, I haven't quite got myself together yet, and I shift slightly and a sound comes out of my butt. Way too loud to just pretend it didn't happen. I sit in half-shock, a half-grimace half- smile on my face. I'm just not used to being quite this mortified. The two young lds girls sort of look at each other, as if to be chatting amongst themselves and save me some embarrassment. The 40-something military father of three, however, smirks.
"Well. Excuse you!"
"Yeah, excuse me, yeesh!"
"You got a frog in your coat there?"
"I sure do!"
... end scene.
Oy.
It's early, I haven't quite got myself together yet, and I shift slightly and a sound comes out of my butt. Way too loud to just pretend it didn't happen. I sit in half-shock, a half-grimace half- smile on my face. I'm just not used to being quite this mortified. The two young lds girls sort of look at each other, as if to be chatting amongst themselves and save me some embarrassment. The 40-something military father of three, however, smirks.
"Well. Excuse you!"
"Yeah, excuse me, yeesh!"
"You got a frog in your coat there?"
"I sure do!"
... end scene.
Oy.
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