I-Phone

I decided on my way to work that if I am going to take this blogging business seriously, I need to get an iphone. I say this because on my way to work I saw a very large woman wearing a very small back pack and it was hilarious. What made it even more hilarious was that it appeared to made for children and had something like "cool rock" written across it in blue glitter and had a picture of some boy on it who didn't even look vaguely familiar. I don't know if that means I am really uncool or SHE is really uncool. Also, Ange and I made nachos for lunch yesterday and they were awesome and I felt the world needed to see them.

My dad said SUCKS

My dad used the word SUCKS in an e-mail to me. Written just like that. SUCKS. My dad is 76 years old. He wears glasses and is cool but in that really nerdy way where he is uber smart and knows government secrets.

My dad works for a start up and I came across some research I thought he might find useful, and some information about a similar company. He kindly responded and told me had heard of the company and that their technology SUCKS. I must have stared at the word for a good three minutes. At first I thought my brother, who works for the company, sent it to me. But the e-mail is clearly from my dad. SUCKS.

My dad said SUCKS

My dad used the word SUCKS in an e-mail to me. Written just like that. SUCKS. My dad is 76 years old. He wears glasses and is cool but in that really nerdy way where he is uber smart and knows government secrets.

My dad works for a start up and I came across some research I thought he might find useful, and some information about a similar company. He kindly responded and told me had heard of the company and that their technology SUCKS. I must have stared at the word for a good three minutes. At first I thought my brother, who works for the company, sent it to me. But the e-mail is clearly from my dad. SUCKS.

Lame and Sad

Email exchange between myself Ange and Nurse, who was getting ready for a photo exhibition she was in that night...

Subject: my back & sailing (left over from a previous e-mail exchange about Nurse's upcoming weekend of debauchery)

Nurse: I need to print a few biz cards, we are expected to display a bio
but I prefer not obey man-made rules

Ange: Copy and paste the bio of someone else. Like Amy Winehouse

Nurse: viewers might start another vigil at the exhibition. perhaps I'll just put "Nurse" do not call in an emergency....on my new card

Ange: Amber found a picture for your Nurse card:



Nurse: I would never shoot anyone or anything. did you know that I won the clay conservation award for clay pigeon shooting?

Ange: don't you shoot pictures? ba-doom-boom chishhhhhh

Amber: I'm not sure which is sadder...that you make jokes like that or that I
laugh at them?

Nurse: It is both lame and sad...