After a two hour MA class.
I am a minor god.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Since there was a big thunderstorm about the time I usually head to MA class and Steph was home early, she went ahead and drove me out to class. I changed into MA clothes while I was there, but since we got out late, jumped outside after class without changing back into my street clothes and hopped into the car.
Stephanie looked over at my shirt. "`When I See Something I Kick It'?" she inquired, as if I had chosen this shirt myself.
"We all wear them!" I enthused. "It's our uniform!"
"Oh you're kidding me."
"IT IS GREAT!!!!!"
"So you want me to take a picture for your blog?"
"Eh, maybe when I'm in better shape."
"It can be a `before' picture."
I thought that over. "We'll see," I said.
One of the best titles ever, for sure. And it gets better.
"This is our music magazine," racist Kevin interrupts, laying on the Applebee's table a publication that would look like any other indie/hipster music magazine, except that the music it's writing about glorifies Germany's Third Reich and denigrates blacks and Jews.
"We also have a record company," Kevin boasts, in a manner that seems to say, "Even though we're white supremacists, that doesn't mean we can't ROCK!" "We have over 750 CD titles."
I was listening to Whiskey from a Wire at work today (on headphones of course), and this song came on.
I was suddenly so utterly and completely distracted that I uploaded two copies of the document I was uploading - three times.
Three times, people.
The fact that the acrobatics described in this song assume a female partner didn't even give me pause. In my happy either/or world, I could make most of that work with either partner, which I am bound to do because thinking about sex these days generally puts me in mind of... well. Anyway.
Damn, that's a sexy song.
OK, maybe I've just been thinking too much about sex lately.
Or, more than usual.
I mean, it's less than all the time.
That is a sexy fucking song.