June 2009
29 posts
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New video tomorrow, I promise. Just getting kinda busy with packing and stuff. Sorries.
“When you’re receiving, you’re focused on yourself, and the glass is...”
– Rabbi Dov Hillel Klein
Exploring the Mysteries of the Mind with The Sims... →
“If I was a scientist in the real world, I wouldn’t be allowed to keep filling endangered species with different smokeless propellants until I found the one that ignites from inside a panda. But in The Sims 3, if I want to test a floor sealant, there’s no regulation against forcing a fat clown into a mirrored booth where he watches himself wet his pants to death.”
Another Day of Work
Ryan Dietz: Enjoy the rest of your time here!
Thor: All two days of it. I'm spending Friday packing.
Ryan: Well, packing is better than... some things.
Thor: Vomiting.
(loud laughter from back office)
This is the very beginning of a new song...
A Note From Work
Do you know what my favorite thing is? It’s when I answer the phone and connect the caller with the party they wish to reach, and I hear the phone ring four times in a back office - the person’s out at lunch, or in a meeting. And then my phone rings again, it’s the same person, calling to say, “Hi, you just transferred me to [name of colleague], and I got their...
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On the Phone
Thor: So blah blah blah...
Buzz (my dog, in the background): Bark! Bark!
My Cool Aunt: Just a second. (to the dog) Oh, have a fucking drink!
Life in Sunset Valley
My Sim is engaged to be married to a music talent scout named Stiles McGraw. (“Dis McGraw es fredeshay!”) Whether that will actually happen is somewhat debatable, because he still lives in a three-room house with two windows, no computer, barely enough money for food, and he just aged up into a mature adult. He spends far more time playing his guitar in the park (it’s to...
The Great Divide
Quite an evening.
Noodles & Company first. I ate in the front window, next to a table of gay men in their latest possible 30s. I was concerned for my future, but I finished my buttered noodles with shrimp and flatbread.
Later I hung with fraternity buddies. Happy birthday, Sam.
Then I bitched at Ty. Sorry.
I will probably update this later with details, but right now I’m so tired...
The Volume
This is great. I can play David Archuleta and Coldplay and everybody else at ear-splitting levels and NO ONE CAN STOP ME BWAHAHAHAHA. Ahh, if only I actually liked to listen to loud music, how ecstatic I would be.
The pipes are making strange noises. Holy adrenaline.
All the dining halls are closed this evening. I must venture into Evanston to find food.
It really sucks hugging people goodbye; it sucks worse shaking their hands. I am met with repeated assurances that they’ll see me again, and that’s hopefully true, assuming I do indeed make it back to Chicago by September. (Cross your fingers.) But it won’t be the same. When am I ever again going to stay up until 4 AM discussing whether or not Snakes on a Plane was actually a...
Hillary: thor, you bum, you didn't tag me in your stupid note. neither were you around when I tried to say goodbye
Thor: Oh shit. Sorry. I am sad I missed out on a hug. You're in the note now.
Hillary: good. it wouldve been a sincere hug, too
Thor: Aww, Hillary. ... I don't know whether to smile or cry.
Hillary: smile through the tears, thor, smile through the tears
Thor: :')
“Halls officially close on Saturday, June 13, 2009 at 6pm. If you leave after...”
– Graduating seniors. That’s me. (E-mail from Residential Life)