Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Porridge and Coffee

This is what I see in the mornings when I wake up.

Sometimes I get confused and think that all my dreams came true: I slept straight through the blisteringly cold months, and I'm waking up to put on a summer dress and head out to my incredibly satisfying on-salary writing job. And then I realize why that was a dream.

Alex is still living at my apartment, a month later. He has his own apartment, three blocks down the street, yet my snooze alarm still goes off at 6:30 a.m. every morning, rousing him out of bed, and me prematurely out of my much-deserved sleep. He claims that he can't move his stuff out because of the daily mini blizzards and friends who notoriously dissapear when you need help moving. But I think he's really still here because he wants to finish the game he's playing on the Nintendo.

I bought an ivy (or a vine of sorts?). I want to wake up with the sunlight pouring into my room, and onto a wall of green. However, the ivy is nowhere near covering the entire wall--you can see it in the top right hand corner of the wall. Anyone know how to prompt accelerated growth?

My relationship with the conspiracy theorists is growing without aid, though. Tomorrow I have an interview with Barrie Zwicker, a leading 9/11 theorist. I went to see him speak at Conspiracy Culture last night. It was really interesting, except I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing during the Q & A portion. My skepticism made me a white sheep in a sea of black sheep. After speaking with Zwicker, I ducked out the door early and back into the blowing snow.


  1. Anonymous5:00 PM

    "Anyone know how to prompt accelerated growth?"

    Fertilizer and water.

  2. Anonymous9:29 PM

    I love your view! Not.

  3. Anonymous4:35 PM

    A must for any conspiracy research...

    Jacob R. Taylor III

  4. Lol, oh, you don't think I didn't hear about that through all my research?

  5. My main reason for disbelieving the "911 was an inside job" rhetoric is the fact that the assclowns who are supposed to have masterminded the planning and execution have proved to be anything but masterminds. Everything they touch turns to shite and to call them "bumbling bafoons" would be an insult to otherwise well-meaning bumbling bafoons.

    These guys have proved time and time again that they can't plan their way out of a paper bag.