Number of suits I own: 2
Brian Says
Saturday, November 02, 2002
Hamlet’s Soliloquy, reduced to 25% by Microsoft Word’s AutoSummarise feature:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
To die: to sleep;
To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Friday, November 01, 2002
Thursday, October 31, 2002
Wednesday, October 30, 2002
So then I'm sitting in the council building, waiting to be called for my interview, and this old guy with no teeth comes into the office and asks me if I have any juice. Apple juice, orange juice, any kind of juice. "I was sick last night", he said, "I had a fever and I vomited."
In town earlier a blind man stopped me and asked if I could help him out with something for lunch. I couldn't. Maybe I looked like somebody with money to spare because I was dressed up for an interview.
Then again, how would a blind man know what I was wearing?
Let's see: red, white, white, red, blue, purple. And on this side of the street: light blue, dark blue, green, red, white.
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Monday, October 28, 2002
You know how sometimes when you go into the supermarket and there’s somebody getting a cart from the rows lined up outside the store at the same time as you, and you keep seeing that person as you’re doing your shopping? First you see them in the produce section, then you pass them in the bread aisle and then you bump into them again in cookies and cereal. By the time you see them in the cheese section you’re smiling at each other like old friends. Then you pay for your groceries, load them into your trunk out in the parking lot and drive away from the store and you never see them again.
