My sophomore year in high school I went to a high
flautin’ snobby type school that had the word preparatory in it. It was so snobby that when I rolled in I was
looked at like that guy from the Mummy in that movie about a jewish kid playing
football (20 points to the first person who comments with the name of the
movie). In my English class we were
given a heavy dose of poetry. Not the
cool Carpe Diem stuff, but long stuffy poems full of made up symbolism. Despite that, I was lured into believing that
I should love poetry. I have read a bunch of it now, and have really tried to
like poetry, but come to find out, I don’t.
I don’t think less of you if you do. I just really hate it. And I am ok with dat.
On the other hand (which according to a certain
dirty anthropology professor who taught me that a baboon has an actual bone for
his bone, is not allowable if one does not first say “on one hand”), I am very
upset that I have been completely unable to love comic books. I really want to. They have cool art, they are full of double
entendreeses, healthy amount of cleavage, super heroes, etc. I just can’t bridge the gap between picture
and word. It sucks because my inability
to get into comics makes me feel like a poser when I watch Comic Book Men.
So we have completed the first cycle of the taking
of the medicine. Now we have one week
off before starting cycle 2. Thus far
the side effects have been minimal. The
only bummer so far has been a drop in platelets which precluded Cole from
playing basketball this weekend.
Jim Baker is fighting for justice. Jim Baker is pissing in the wind. Jim Baker is
trying to recover after eating durian fruit ice cream. Jim Baker is setting up campaign contribution
funds for Cole and Logan's Presidential Campaigns. Jim Baker is trying to keep the economy alive
by redistributing funds from bad guys to good guys. Jim Baker just finished brining a turkey. Jim Baker is happy Logan has his first tooth.
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