Twitter has killed my capacity to construct more than a 140 character thought. So I offer you this, a collection of random thoughts.
- re: Music
- Yesterday: pandora
- Today: rdio
- Tomorrow: grooveshark — they have everything I want to listen to. freakin everything
- re: Family
- My older brother is still living with us. Cue (or is queue? I can never remember) the never ending reel of stories.
- My younger brother would’ve been 31 in less than 10 days. I remember that when we were little, he got a huge stuffed panda one year at the carnival. He named him “Jason”. I never really understood that name for a huge teddy bear.
- My sister is coming to visit in a few days. I plan on destroying her in Scrabble.
- re: Travel
- t-minus 1 month til we head to Vegas for year #5. I. Can’t. Wait.
- re: Twitter
- Speaking of…..Twitter seems to think I should follow Oprah. False.
Yeah, i think that’s it.
#1 written by Skelley August 10th, 2010 at 18:57
Hey…I’m a huge teddy bear named Jason. What’s wrong with that? Damn I strongly dislike you. Oprah’s a big teddy bear too…only she’s stuffed with thousand dollar bills and her thread is made from solid gold. I miss Vegas. Bad. So…so…so…bad. Maybe next year!!! Oh…and I just googled this:
CUE: A signal, such as a word or action, used to prompt another event in a performance, such as an actor’s speech or entrance, a change in lighting, or a sound effect. A stimulus, either consciously or unconsciously perceived, that elicits or signals a type of behavior. A long tapered rod with a leather tip used to strike the cue ball in billiards and pool.
QUEUE: A line of waiting people or vehicles.
Now you know, young Jedi.
#2 written by B. Muehleman August 12th, 2010 at 18:28
Thanks for remembering his b’day. Happy b’day Andy( It’s Vickys too). Good luck in Vegas and have a ghreat time with Amy. Pop
#3 written by Amy August 19th, 2010 at 21:50
For the record, you did not destroy me in Scrabble. muwahahahahaha
#4 written by gt40 lover August 30th, 2010 at 22:27
Just cause you got the monkey off your back doesn’t mean the circus has left town.
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