i gauge temperature

not by how hot it is but by how solid or not my pomade is. today it is nearly liquefied. that's hot

again my reference points are askew

so maria, kyle and i were dining last night at bite when maria mentioned that she saw a girl roughly her age carrying a kid in one of those baby bjorn things. the catch was that the kid was like two or three and therefor too old to be carried in this manner. obviously this lead to me thinking about someone carrying a child that is ridiculously too old (nothing too clever in that train of thought). the thing is, the first, very first, image that popped into my head was a 40-something chomping on a cigar reading playboy. it cracked my shit up (ask maria, i was tickled by my own joke again). kyle astutely pointed out the quite 50's era nature of this image. it's true. my brain went for a totally out of date reference rather than a modern one. in the shower just now i realized how easily i could have conjured up a teenager smoking pot and playing a nintendo ds (those are the portable ones, right?). or one reading on the road or tom robbins. or studying for the SAT (that was my favorite post-original idea one). there are a plethora of scenarios that would fit into this modern world. but i came up with a sleazy 50's businessman. why is this not shocking? because i also sat in front of my roommate's playstation 2 the other day like it was the monolith from 2001 trying to figure out how to turn it on. i failed. now he has a playstation 3 and i was shown how to wave my hand over the on/off sensor. but i tried to play a cd this morning and what i still call the joystick would not work for me. it's like it knew my limitations and choose to not let me get too far in over my head. i'm not necessarily a techno-phobe per se. i just have little use for most of it. here are three examples of me diving into modern culture head first: 1) cell phone...i actually see no point in a landline anymore. that is, unless they invent one that receives texts. 2) netflix...i never thought i really wanted to see movies that much. but there are hundreds on my queue. 3) luffa (sp?)..i really like this more than a wash cloth. scratchy. nice. i'm sure there are more but those are the big 3. good day

just some electronic notes, you know, for the sitcom

can't forget to work in the everyone randomly singing same song and the suicide pact. for those not familiar, i came up with a suicide pact at work that revolved around the shitty music we are usually forced to listen to. it's bad now but it was worse under the rule of brian webster. he of the always listening to the disco station. the first time you here in the navy you think "shit, i haven't heard this stupid song in years." the 4th time you hear it that week you think, "shit, i should only be forced to hear this song once every 3 or 4 years." true, i believe disco is music not made to be listened to. it is to be danced to, if that's your bag. therefor, it is repetitive to no end. that's great when you are hopped on goof balls and cocaine and don't want to have to stop dancing to the same rhythm. that's an aside. just know it drives me fucking crazy. so i came up with a statement in protest: we all agree to kill ourselves when a song we know we will hear comes on (it was "on the radio" by i think donna summers when i came up with it). the kicker is we have left a envelope tacked to the corkboard in the breakroom with a card in it that just has the song title on it. take that brian webster and your fucking horrible taste in music!
anyways, those two things