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We went to the quarry for a little while this morning. We only stayed for about 45 minutes, because more and more people were showing up, and the quarry’s only really cool when there’s no one else there.
I gave my board shorts and coolmax shirt a test run. The shorts were fine, but the t-shirt was a tad too small – “too small” meaning “it fit the way it’s supposed to” – and I was uncomfortable. I may have to look into getting a cheap t-shirt to wear in the water while we’re in Hawaii. We’ll see.
Have I mentioned that the board shorts are just as ugly as they could possibly be? They’re hideous. Which, oddly, makes me just like them that much more.
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We were flipping channels the other night, and flipped by VH-1 Country (yes, there’s a VH-1 Country! Who the hell knew?). Loretta Lynn was singing, so I made Fred stop so we could watch the video. After a few minutes I realized that Jack White (and I only know what he looks like because I saw
Cold Mountain) was playing guitar. I had no opinion on Jack White one way or the other before I saw the video, but that he was playing backup for Loretta Lynn gave him instant cool credits as far as I’m concerned.
The song, “Miss Being Mrs”, is sad as hell, by the way.
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Okay, it’s time to clear out my picture queue. And, not surprisingly, I have about ten thousand pictures of Meester Boogers yawning.
The yawn and stretch.
This one particularly cracks me up.
The stretch, but no yawn.
The distracted yawn.
He’s a yawning motherfucker, that’s right.]]>