the Unexpressed Advantage

34 checking pizza segue body soccer deformed myself catch foam dead

Lunch was interesting today, ahh the joy of people watching. I noticed the following things:

• A man on a segway tooling around the SUB (student union building).


• At the pizza shop there were two pieces that I really wanted. I couldn’t choose between them, so I just bought them both.
• In the shop everyone, including the employees were intensely focused on the soccer game (France vs. Somebody). I’m fascinated by this current soccer craze, expect a blog on that soon.


• Sat down on a grassy hill and noticed the man on the segway again. A blog about how dumb segways are would have been coming, ‘cept then I saw the man tool of at like 20kph. I was sufficiently amused. Blog thrashing diverted.


• A girl walked by who had roughly the same upper body as I do. Including belly and love handles. That was odd.


• Another guy walked by who had a strange deformity, and as he walked his arms were in a rigid, outward position at a 45 degree angle. That was really odd. I felt bad for him.


• As I walked back toward the office, I noticed myself in a reflection listening to my ipod, thus breaking my “no public space musical aversion policy.” I defend myself though; I have to prepare for the Hey Ocean concert tonight.


• On the way I caught a girl checking me out, she thought I wasn’t looking; how bout that!!! Go Dan.


• A couple of people playing catch with a softball on the grass strip outside the office. That’s one of my favorite things to do, even though my throwing arm is shot due to a messed up rotator cuff. If you ever wanna play catch, just lemme know.


• A eco-disaster in the break room. The automated coffee machine (free coffee!) didn’t have enough room for my starbucks mug that I brought (for the purpose of avoiding using a paper cup). So I had to use a styrofoam cup to fill the coffee and then pour it into my mug. (Sigh), sorry Jane.


• What appeared to be a dead body in the bathroom, including a hacksaw and all. Turns out it was just a plumber fixing a broken sink. I avoided talking to him.

Just another adventurous day in the observational life of yours truly. Even more interesting, is that I took notes of all these things using the text-messenger feature of my cell phone. The result was this sentence, which you’ve already seen:

34 checking pizza segue body soccer deformed myself catch foam dead (the “34” refers to the time I had to be back, 1:34).

I liked that sentence so much that I went ahead and sent the text message to Mike Nevens.

He replied back to me (and I think this is an appropriate note to end on for this blog):

What the Hell?