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My agent sucks

Aug 18, 2007, 3:18 am by Paul Stiverson

Shakespeare (and Geddy Lee) says:

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts…

He goes on to describe the seven ages (acts), but that is outside the context that is necessary. It seems throughout my entire adolescent/adult life I’ve been stuck in one part. I’ve been playing the lovable friend who—while is important to the plot—is utterly unimportant to the other characters, namely the heroines on the stage.

This post was brewed in the wake of yet another platonic pseudo-date with a spectacular girl that I will never make a move on because I: a) choke on my own fear of rejection; b) have a self-sabotaging lack of spine. The two qualities previously mentioned added to the fact that none of the spectacular girls I’ve tried courting are the least bit interested in me romantically adds up to a recipe for ‘single guy with a boatload of female friends a la mode,’ which, conveniently enough, can be prepared in the microwave. I’m getting another beer, post over.


Aug 5, 2007, 11:17 pm by Paul Stiverson

So I was enjoying some wine (Barking Mad Shiraz) and cheese (Asiago) tonight and I cut the ever-loving hell outta my thumb, but don’t fret, I threw a band-aid on there and finished up the wine and cheese while watching The Breakfast Club on USA. To make a long story short, I really like the way band-aids smell. Cheers.

No Relationships

Jul 11, 2007, 5:23 pm by Paul Stiverson

The other night at the the local watering-hole I worked up the nerve to ask a lovely young lady out, and while she didn’t say no she didn’t exactly say yes. Her response was “I’m willing to date, but I’m not looking for a relationship,” which my mind immediately translated to “You can spend money on me, but you will be wasting your time.” Maybe I’m just cynical, but what’s the point of dating if you aren’t looking for something more serious, but perhaps I’m over-thinking what was just a kind rejection. Oh well.

Lone Star Caps

Jun 27, 2007, 6:55 pm by Paul Stiverson

I’ve been experimenting with removing those linings (little gaskets) from the insides of my Lone Star bottle caps. They can sometimes be cloudy and make the puzzles harder to solve, and way harder to photograph. A side by side example of caps with and without the linings is photographed here. I’m thinking about removing all the gaskets from my collection, but it will take some time since you have to warm the bottle cap slightly then gingerly pull the lining off. If you try to scrape it off too roughly you will damage the gold finish inside the cap.

Good Christian Raisin

Jun 16, 2007, 3:05 am by Paul Stiverson

Some of you may be familiar with a song called “Georgia on a Fast Train” by Billy Joe Shaver, well in the chorus of the song Billy says:

I’ve been to Georgia on a fast train honey
I wudn’t born no yesterday
Got a good Christian raisin’ and an eighth grade education
Ain’t no need in y’all a treatin’ me this way

Every time I hear that third line I can’t stop my mind from picturing a good Christian raisin. I drew that last night at the bar so I could get that visual stuck in their heads too.

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