The Kronikle, Vol. 4, Issue 6: A Pee Story, Micheal Phelps, and A Diatribe on Tupac, Vacated
Greetings from Lonely (to the socially awkward)Louisville!
The trial is ended. Hallelejah! Can I get an Amen?
Here's the Loose Ends:
"Shhhhh! Be quiet! I have to go!"
"Yeah. I can't go if you're talking!"
"What? You can't talk while you go, either?"
"I've never heard you."
"I've never heard you."
"Shhh. Be quiet."
Pause.
Tinkle sounds.
"Ahhhhhh..."
Overheard, admittedly one-sided yet disturbing nonetheless, conversation from a bathroom stall whilst looking wistfully at a Top of the Hops flyer. I have to ask, do I have too many barriers or did this woman have too few?
Continuing...my tablemate, the one who joined me for a superheroic effort in defeating archnemesis, has turned out to be quite the intriguing specimen. I have never met anyone who engages in such random acts just to see what kind of chaos erupts as this individual. Last year, one of the tables in the section I was at seemingly grew furnishings and foam fingers in the evenings after we retired. I find out my archnemesis' co-archnemesis is the one responsible. As a child of punk rock, I appreciate looking into the eyes of anarchy. Its even better if you sit next to anarchy and trade mean notes about a guy that says, "Our Puritan Friends
would call it Providential!" We had to step back from the idea of shifting all the tables in our row one and watching as the academics became flummoxed and worried because change had occured in their midst.
Yesterday evening, I discovered this long-stalked defender of the right, just, and random on my walk back from pizza with roomie (who once again quietly comped for me after hearing my dinner that evening was a plate of rice) and two of the biggest baseball fans in the history of the world. nay, universe. Similar, but at the same time a
juxtaposition, to the innumerable times I spent at the WIC office 15 years ago listening to conversations in Spanish while awaiting my guvment commodities. They were speaking english, but I didn't know what they were saying. Anyway, I run into tablemate, who is with two friends who are a couple years older than myself. Tablemate is close to my age (I know based on conversations about music). Tablemate asks me to join for a beer. I have a minor coronary about how this paying for it thing is going to work out, but I am really, really thirsty (I worked really hard in the soft chair and the air conditioning all day). So I agree, since I took a loan out from bank of Roomie earlier in the day. Tablemate, I sensed might appreciate the Kronikle, has read of my woes and tribulations, told me I was covered. So I got a beer and made a mental note to pay back (my lawn mowing tour of the south just keeps getting longer and longer). Brand new waitress, hired cuz she was pretty and not because she had memorized, you know, any of the requirements of her job, served. Drank more than one. Enjoyed talking to tablemate but dreaded conversations from the others that centered around what I had just spent an inordinate amount of time with my face stuck all up in it, know what I mean? Went home late. Fell asleep. Woke up. Had
syrup for breakfast. Big mistake.
So its the last day. Archnemesis is announcing 3 times a folder how many essays he has read. How he had broken his
all-time record! He has overcome his injury! You know, our Puritan friends would call it providential! It must have
been very similar to watching Micheal Phelps at the '08 Olympics. Felt like I should have paid to be so close to it.
Then I went to lunch...
Ahhhhhhhhh. Darn. They are closing up shop and I sure as
hell am not getting locked into the Louisville Convention
Center. I will pick back tomorrow (or the next).
I am
Carrie the Red (Stripe)
The trial is ended. Hallelejah! Can I get an Amen?
Here's the Loose Ends:
"Shhhhh! Be quiet! I have to go!"
"Yeah. I can't go if you're talking!"
"What? You can't talk while you go, either?"
"I've never heard you."
"I've never heard you."
"Shhh. Be quiet."
Pause.
Tinkle sounds.
"Ahhhhhh..."
Overheard, admittedly one-sided yet disturbing nonetheless, conversation from a bathroom stall whilst looking wistfully at a Top of the Hops flyer. I have to ask, do I have too many barriers or did this woman have too few?
Continuing...my tablemate, the one who joined me for a superheroic effort in defeating archnemesis, has turned out to be quite the intriguing specimen. I have never met anyone who engages in such random acts just to see what kind of chaos erupts as this individual. Last year, one of the tables in the section I was at seemingly grew furnishings and foam fingers in the evenings after we retired. I find out my archnemesis' co-archnemesis is the one responsible. As a child of punk rock, I appreciate looking into the eyes of anarchy. Its even better if you sit next to anarchy and trade mean notes about a guy that says, "Our Puritan Friends
would call it Providential!" We had to step back from the idea of shifting all the tables in our row one and watching as the academics became flummoxed and worried because change had occured in their midst.
Yesterday evening, I discovered this long-stalked defender of the right, just, and random on my walk back from pizza with roomie (who once again quietly comped for me after hearing my dinner that evening was a plate of rice) and two of the biggest baseball fans in the history of the world. nay, universe. Similar, but at the same time a
juxtaposition, to the innumerable times I spent at the WIC office 15 years ago listening to conversations in Spanish while awaiting my guvment commodities. They were speaking english, but I didn't know what they were saying. Anyway, I run into tablemate, who is with two friends who are a couple years older than myself. Tablemate is close to my age (I know based on conversations about music). Tablemate asks me to join for a beer. I have a minor coronary about how this paying for it thing is going to work out, but I am really, really thirsty (I worked really hard in the soft chair and the air conditioning all day). So I agree, since I took a loan out from bank of Roomie earlier in the day. Tablemate, I sensed might appreciate the Kronikle, has read of my woes and tribulations, told me I was covered. So I got a beer and made a mental note to pay back (my lawn mowing tour of the south just keeps getting longer and longer). Brand new waitress, hired cuz she was pretty and not because she had memorized, you know, any of the requirements of her job, served. Drank more than one. Enjoyed talking to tablemate but dreaded conversations from the others that centered around what I had just spent an inordinate amount of time with my face stuck all up in it, know what I mean? Went home late. Fell asleep. Woke up. Had
syrup for breakfast. Big mistake.
So its the last day. Archnemesis is announcing 3 times a folder how many essays he has read. How he had broken his
all-time record! He has overcome his injury! You know, our Puritan friends would call it providential! It must have
been very similar to watching Micheal Phelps at the '08 Olympics. Felt like I should have paid to be so close to it.
Then I went to lunch...
Ahhhhhhhhh. Darn. They are closing up shop and I sure as
hell am not getting locked into the Louisville Convention
Center. I will pick back tomorrow (or the next).
I am
Carrie the Red (Stripe)