ManifestedISO

It's not cool, it's cold as ice being a cipher. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yw8_ZZviedI

Youth is sacred, hence the reboot phenomenon. Two different SW references on TV in the same night, one in The Flash, a t-shirt that said, Keep Calm and Han Shot First. The other, in Parks and Recreation where Leslie mentions the release date of Episode VII two years earlier, and then Ron follows up with a one-liner that I can't remember.

Lasagna then Flash then Agent Carter.

Too much credit given ... should have read, "most such folks don't know how to drive in any kinda weather including sunny and clear." Anyway, I've always said I enjoy my climate like I do my friends, warm and predictable.

Seventy degrees in January is just the Rocky Mountain way of saying you're about to be effed inside an ice storm. Warm before the storm. Or, not. Siri just told me Denver will be mild all next week, except Saturday. Thanks Obama.

It sprinkled furiously here today for nearly two hours, and was occasionally very breezy.

Page four fail. Error 404 Fail Found

Worked over the weekend, which was lame on the face of it, but we drank beer all three days, so it was fun and unbearable at the same time. The best part was the location, University City just west of MCAS Miramar, where Marine officers frequently engage in low-level take-offs in their F/A-18 Hornets banking toward the ocean with both engines so loud it's like a growl that fills the sky and soothes your empty soul.

It's true, so crazy. Two years and a half since then. We all went around the sun twice plus a little bit more. I can't believe how fast time goes by. Game release is in WEEKS.

I could also use help getting up the courage to go on a date. Girls are scary.

New films, no interest, you're dead to me.

Totally, the best. Helping others, sharing ... if Green Shirt Girl needs help crossing Alton Parkway or ordering sushi, I am totally available.

Super, super super cute girl at McDonald's, of all places this morning, working there. Stopped in for a McGriddles after picking up supplies from DE. She just had her hair cut yesterday, probably, a deep red dye with bright eyes and a smile that made my knees weak. She walked up to the till and clicked something, I thought she was going to take my order, but she was just clocking out, going home at 9:49am. I managed to say hi, she said hi, and then I fainted. Thirty seconds later she was leaving and I turned my head for another glimpse, turning her head, too, through the exit. I started breathing again a few minutes later. The bacon/egg/cheese sandwich was pretty good.

Stay forever. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDplwu9kH9Y

Funny, didn't know you could round it out like that. Strike-throughs are expert-level comedy, which is probably why I don't dare.

Have no idea the impetus of this thread, nor any clue what a "besserwisserness" is, or was, or will be. Indira's never bothered me, idk.

Went to mail the birthday card for sister, right at sunset. Super high, massive cloud-cover made for a brilliant orange spectacle. Some really good reds, intense pinks, diffuse yellows and golds. No visible disc, the gray cover stretched like a banner from overhead to the horizon, obscuring the entire descent. No blaze tonight, just reflected fire. Sister will be 32.

That's the insanity of his former genius, he'll never know his name is mud.

Could be the best news of the film century.

Every time. Doesn't matter the actor, the show, the film, lid, no lid ... every time a paper coffee cup is on camera, in someone's hand, its emptiness is painfully obvious. Pretending a hot liquid has weight must be the impossible holy grail of acting.

I understand Padres fans are either long-suffering or just mild-mannered in total complacency. Chargers fans ... hey, we rock the second-oldest venue in the game.

Somehow I missed this, total French badasserie.

It's in her brain and spine, I'm guessing she isn't capable of understanding. So sad, but not as sad as suffering in solitary silence because real-life people tell you everything will be ecstasy when you die. That's my beef, not belief, deceit.

At any rate, this is why belief in general, and mormonism in particular pricks my cornea like a stabby pokey thing with poison all over it. So my mom sends down a box of chocolate mints, wrapped in Christmas wrapping, right ... so I sent her a message, yay, chocolate in the mail, how nice. She replies, ha, late present from the G-mother. Okay, weird, but not out of line. Then she says, oh, by the way, speaking of grandma, her 92-year old self has cancer, like, in all of her ... BUT we're not going to tell her what she has because her mom died of a tumor a hundred years ago and she's terrified of it. Okay. Literally ... I replied ... geez, okay. Then my mom was all, grandma's wanted to go home to her family for years, now she has her golden ticket. By which she meant when we die, humans go to some place filled with light and old relatives and white men in beards and pearl-inlaid gates. The worst thing is, both my mom and g-mom have been alone since their divorces, decades ago, because they feel like they made a promise to the jesus that their marriage would literally last for eternity beyond this mortal life, so if they act like a human being and crave human contact, it would be breaking that promise. The moral of this story, is, life is short, people, don't waste it believing there's an afterlife that will make all of this mortal pain and loneliness go away.

You mean veterinarians as distinct from veterans of foreign wars. I assumed the latter, at first.