Peruvian Nights and Jamaican Days

[2/26/2003 6:26:36 PM | mark andersen]

And now for the news from Laramie-town:

-I got a TA position for next year. Helping teach GIS (computers and maps and stuff like that). I get free college, plus Ramen money.

-Also, found some long lost Nick Drake recordings just recently available online. Follow the link below..

-I'm feeling kinda tired today.

-Your odds of dying from "ignition or melting of nightwear" in the next year is 1 in 45,470,000. Scary, huh? Well, don't worry, it's alot less likely than being "Bitten or crushed by other reptiles," @ 1 in 6,062,667. Source here.

-Monkeys actually do like bananas (info from our friend Shelly, who worked in a snow monkey sanctuary in Texas. I'm serious. They peel them, too.)

-This is stupid.

OK. A few things deserve to be pointed out right off the bat.

1) Edward Abbey may have been the greatest man who ever lived, excepting Nick Drake, Mark Twain, Andy Kaufman and Nick Bonahoom. I may be missing some people here, or they may not be in the right order. Speaking of Nick Drake, here you can download some long, lost songs (recently found) in mp3 format.

2) This may be the best game ever. probably not. but its not bad.

3) you should never ever ever ever try to get your car repaired at Ken's Kars Toyota in Laramie, Wyoming. never.

4) never trust a man without a beard. ever.

5) right now, i am sitting at work. wishing i had beer.

ok. did that..

so....whats that? tell you a story? ok. here ya go:

we went to happy hour the other day. at 'the library.' a brewpub. they have the best beer of the two microbreweries in town. but the second-best food. anyway. we started a tab. jenn gave them her credit card. so we had some beers. me and jenn and abbie. after a bit i went up to get another beer. it took awhile, and there were some husky fellows beside me. ok, i'll just say it, they were 'obese.' which only adds to the story indirectly. so the guy gave me my beer (they're only $1 at happy hour), and said "1 dollar please." i said, 'put it on my tab.' he says "whats the name." i said "its jennifer."

now. at this point, the two husky gentlemen beside me started chuckling, and i looked at them slightly confus-edly (i had had some beer already, so i didnt catch on, immediately).

so husky number one says, "thats a pretty name, JENNIFER." and both huskies laugh heartily.

showing an amazing amount of mental cat-likeness for a beered guy, i said "thanks, it was my uncle's name."

both huskies fell silent.

as I walked off, husky number one said "sorry..didnt mean to...give you a bad time......'bout your name.." and they both seemed worried, confused, disbelieving, and sullen, all at the same time.

that was hands-down, the uncontested best joke i've made all year. and i wasn't even trying...


-finally. utterly. i would like to point out that i am somewhat pissed off at bennet. here's why:

bennet is up on stuff. he knows about the rawk music. he knows about the movies. he knows about everything pop culture that is worth knowing about. bennet introduced me to the pixies when we were like 16. he is the one that told me about jane's addiction. about the white stripes. he introduced me to the hitchhiker's guide series when we were just little shysters. so. the point is, i've come to depend on bennet for information about anything cool that i should know about.

bennet let me down.

bennet never told me about jeff buckley. so here i am now, like a dork. just learning about jeff buckley. i hang my head in shame. because of bennet.

for those of you who don't know, jeff buckley was one of those flash-in-the-pan "hey I'm a genius...Oops, I'm dead" kinda people. not unlike nick drake. or andy kauffman.

i mean, nobody's perfect. but jeezis....

i'll get over it.