Here’s what I came up with today at Sam’s. I had some help from Scott.
[Best read out loud.]
If Joe started a martial arts center, it’d be a Joe Dojo.
If Joe grew his hair out, he’d have a Joe Dojo ‘fro.
If they had a bakery, they’d sell Joe Dojo dough.
If that bakery bought a hotel chain and sold candy, there’d be Joe Dojo dough Ho-Jo Ho-Ho’s.
I reset the story. The old story can be found [link expired]here.
Here I am at work waiting for the rain to stop.
People say I monkey around (hey, hey).
I could go to class on time, but there’s cake at 2:30 (hey, hey).
What if it rained all at once instead of one drop at a time?
It’s a regular afternoon at the University of Florida. People are going to class, coming from class, walking between two places unrelated to school. Thoughts of the football game tomorrow, thoughts of other weekend activities. A crappy Pinto drives by with the most expensive speakers in the world blasting Big Pimpin’. There’s a forecast of rain, but nobody is carrying an umbrella. That’s because an umbrella is no protection from The Rain. Nothing can protect you from The Rain…
Oh yeah, I wrote a guest post on Dave’s page.
This may or may not be a very deep thought, but it’s three in the morning and I’ve been watching something and something in Las Vegas where this guy on acid gets high with his friend, so I don’t know which way is up. Needless to say I’m tired. When I was eating pizza a few hours ago, I was in the folding the pizza to eat it faster mode, and after taking a few large bites out of the folded-over Papa John’s crust, I took an almost bite out of my folded-over tongue. This was nothing like I had ever experienced before. Some new form of pain I can’t remember. Imagine getting a papercut over your whole tongue and then easing the pain by licking hot coals. It wouldn’t have hurt so much, but my teeth are somehow diamond-tipped death wedges, and I wasn’t expecting to bite myself. No thoughts of “be careful with this pizza biting, it involves chewing near my tongue”… perhaps that was a bad thing to overlook. After the initial horrendous pain, I felt like performing some kind of primodial scream, but I had the idea that spitting out whatever I just bit off would be a bad idea. So, not being able to scream out in significant pain, I just decided to cradle my wounds, but then discovered cradling my face doesn’t do much for my tongue, it just lessens the load on my neck. There is no real way to cradle’s one injured tongue. Long story short, don’t bite your tongue as bad as I did tonight.
I think the story on the story page (see link to the right) is starting to collect dust. If you have any opinions of what I should do with it - leave it alone, restart it, whatever - email me and we’ll implement your solution with parliament’s consent.