Friday, September 14, 2007

Interesting Fact!

The sound of a someone cutting down a tree outside with a chainsaw is completely interchangeable with the sound of someone playing Bob Dylan on the floor below you.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Two conversations you never want to have with people who live anywhere near you.

Conversation One:

Hi. Um. Are those your propane cylinders downstairs?


Propane. Downstairs.

Oh, yeah, they're my buddy's. He was supposed to pick them up.

Okay, well, you may not want to store them in the laundry room, near, you know, heat sources?

Oh. Okay. I'll move them.

Conversation Two:

Hey, listen, I think we kind of miscommunicated about those propane things. When I said "heat sources" I really meant the hot water heaters, not the dryer.


The hot water heaters are powered by gas, so you probably don't want to move the propane closer to them. There's an open flame right there.

Oh. Yeah. That's probably not a good idea.

No. There could definitely be an explosion.

Okay. I'll put them in my car.

Bonus conversation with my Dad:

Dad: Do you have renter's insurance?

Me: No, but it's becoming a greater priority EVERY DAY.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Thinking of You

I thought of Ivan today when I went to a restaurant and saw a sign that said, "While there's tea, there's hope." I was going to e-mail her to tell her how simply adorable it was, but then I found a message from her in my inbox. "Right up your alley" it said in the subject line. Last time I got an e-mail like this it concerned a mug that helped you tell when your tea was done, so I thought, "Oh, we are so totally in tune." But this time... it was a link to a McSweeney's list: Thirty Illnesses, Sorted According to Whether or Not You Can Eat the Victims.