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Strange things

Two strange things. One, I saw a couple weeks ago, at the mall. Which made it weirder. There was a guy in bright orange Buddhist monk robes sitting at one of the little islands with benches, on a cell phone. Which when I thought about it didn't seem all that inconceivable, it was just weird.

The second weird thing is seeing professional journalists refer to "blogistan".

Sometimes...

Every so often, I am struck dumb with amazement at the amazingly incredible things we can do, that we take utterly for granted. In this case, speakers. Recorded sound. Right now, I'm listening to music recorded years before I was born, played mostly by dead men. It comes from two boxes up on the shelf above my computer. And it sounds near enough to exactly like the actual sounds of the instruments I can't tell the difference. Dude. That is so utterly outside the experience of anybody who lived before 1877, it's crazy. I can move my finger and command some of the greatest musicians alive to play for me in my room. Dude.

And this is why I'm easily amused. Dude. The world is fucking amazing. Wait until I go on about photosynthesis some time. (Also, I way overuse the word dude these days. I blame demiurgent)

PG-13

Matt was perfectly blissful until she grabbed his butt. "Hey, woah, what?" he said, "This was trading backrubs, not trying to get into bed."

"We're already in bed."

"Yeah, but we're dressed. I didn't try to feel you up."

"You sure you're a guy?"

Matt rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but I don't know you well enough to sleep with you, either. I know when to say no."

"You don't think I'm attractive?" she asked.

He rolled over, almost knocking her over. "I'm saying..."

She'd taken her shirt off.

"Now that's not fair. You know guys can't say no to boobs."