
My "normal Saturday morning" would probably seem strange to many people, but today, right now, my morning seems strange to me.
First, I'm eating "Haw Flakes," a "product of China." This by itself is odd; I normally don't have any "haw," and certainly not in the morning. (insert a "haw haw" when appropriate.) One of my uncles (whom I haven't seen in decades) bought them for me; he gave them to my mom, and she gave them to me — from him. I'm thrilled.
By the way, if you feel like giving me a treat, and my Amazon wish list is too subtle (or expensive), you can buy me Haw Flakes! According to the Internet invented by Al Gore, Haw Flakes are ridiculously inexpensive (ten rolls per pack, fifty cents per pack) and are a medicine that's good at curing basically everything. I think you can find them in Chinatown — just a guess.
Second, I'm blogging from my iPhone 4 in my bathroom, bedroom, hallway, elevator and garage... while jogging backwards doing a handstand.
Well, not "literally," but after developing iPad keyboard muscle memory, typing on the tiny swype-less iPhone 'board feels like ninja gymnastics, thumb edition. Normally, I'd be writing this on my precious, my iPad 2, but it's charging at the moment because I'd spent a few hours playing Epic War TD HD while watching Wimbledon coverage on ESPN2 HD.
Last night, I'd wrote up a rant/proposal concerning drunk driving — "impaired driving," rather — and the laws/consequences regarding DUI/DWIs. I very proudly shared it with Stephanie while flexing my oratory prowess.
Totally flopped. "Not visceral enough," was the clear conclusion... "well written," but lacking that punch-in-the-gut, face-kick, "secret ancient-two-finger-ballslap" quality. I'd intended to post it today, but it needs rewriting.
Instead of creating flop-draft: number two, I started a dozen "Words With Friends" and Facebook Scrabble games. I'll try writing seriously later; at the moment, Wimbledon coverage is on, and I was watching Nadal, Del Potro, Fish and now Federer. I also want to play some more inFamous — that's a damned fun game — I'm referring to the first one, downloaded for free as part of Sony's "Welcome Back" aka "Sorry we got haxx0red and your privacy got totally screwed" program.
A second wind.
You probably know that I live in Oakland. Nearby, a fight just broke out — strange — no gunfire. But you know what's been really weird? The weather. Andy Murray, Scot Tennis player, said on Twitter that everyone is a "weather expert" during Wimbledon. I say, "yea, opposed to the 'real' experts, right?"
So some people will be gloomy because of the fog; me, I'm ecstatic, I hope it stays cold. So I enjoy the occasional smoke, big deal, apparently, so does most of America — 240 million people.
I was thinking about posting this entry without an image; that would be atypical, right? But also boring. Squarespace likes to keep things unpredictable; I'm writing this in their app on my iPhone, and I'm thinking that there's a 50/50 chance that I'll lose all of this text, and a 100% chance this won't post properly! Awesome!
(By the way, there's a link on my sidebar — in the form of a "Powered by Squarespace" image — that you can use to sign for your very own Squarespace blog. True 'tastic-ness.)
Squarespace says these issues will be fixed soon, but they said that one year ago as well. Maybe they mean "soon" like Obama does, when referring to getting our troops home. I've also read that a new UI is in the works. That actually looks cool.
Seriously, Squarespace isn't bad. Their customer support is quick, and I've had far more trouble with LiveJournal, WordPress and TypePad.
Back to the future aka 'now,' in a little bit.
As Bradtastic posts go, this one is truly odd. Earlier this week I watched the new "Through the Wormhole" with Morgan Freeman, and it was all about time, and if time really exists. According to the show, there are two main schools of thought, and a musician: time is an illusion, time is the only real thing, and nine spatial dimensions of string theory with two-dimensional time. Several things truly worthy of note: one mad genius talked about marijuana, and why it makes everything seem to take more time, and the other thing... well, I don't remember. That program was on a long time ago, and it felt like, nine hours long.
Kidding.
Normally, I'd now say to myself (and anyone still left listening) "all jokes aside..." presently, however, that wouldn't make any sense. I'd have to quit writing.
Perhaps that's for the best. Enjoy a weird weekend every once in a while. Enjoy life; this shit's short... I feel old already.