Posts Tagged ‘kaakun’

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A Dreadful Therapy Appointment

May 21, 2009

(Thanks for the great idea, Kaakun.) Bring on the DOC for the FINAL Therapy Thursday! He has NO clue what is about to happen and really, neither do I, which is probably more a testimony to my need for REAL therapy than just a funny thing to say. Let us begin.

DOC: It’s about time you came back here. We probably have mountainous issues to work though.

LRE: Or we don’t.

DOC: Sure we do. It’s been so long I can’t believe you even walked in here on two feet.

LRE: How would you have expected me to come in? Crawling?

DOC: Maybe.

LRE: Sorry to disappoint.

DOC: I’ll get over it.

LRE: Well that’s good you’ll get over THAT.

DOC: Why the emphasis on the last word there?

LRE: I have something else to disappoint you with.

DOC: I bet you do. You have Therapy Tuesdays now, too. Is that it?

LRE: No. Once a week was MORE than enough.

DOC: Why the emphasis on MORE?

LRE: I’m in an emphatic mood today.

DOC: I don’t like your emphatic mood.

LRE: You probably shouldn’t.

DOC: Why? What does it mean?

LRE: Who is John Galt?

DOC: WHAT?

LRE: Whoa there, Doc. Don’t start yelling YET.

DOC: STOP EMPHASIZING WORDS.

LRE: STOP YELLING AT ME.

DOC: YOU STOP FIRST.

LRE: NO! YOU STARTED IT.

DOC: DON’T YOU USE EXCLAMATION POINTS WITH ME!

LRE: WHY NOT?!

DOC: DOUBLE PUNCTUATION?!? THIS IS GETTING SERIOUS!!

LRE: (deep breath) Calm down, DOC.

DOC: (trembling) I can’t. Something’s about to happen and I can just FEEL it. It’s going to be dreadful.

LRE: Let me just get some paper that I brought with me out of my pocket then.

DOC: Gulp.

LRE: Did you just SAY gulp?

DOC: Yes. It’s much more dramatic than just gulping.

LRE: Whatever. Here’s what I brought.

DOC: Oh dear. That looks dreadful.

LRE: You don’t even know what it is yet.

DOC: I have an unmanageable fear of folded up pieces of paper.

LRE: Must have been rough when you would make paper airplanes then, huh?

DOC: I NEVER made them.

LRE: Okay. Back to this dreadful paper of mine. It’s the results of my survey so far.

DOC: Survey?

LRE: Here, read the top.

DOC: “Which of the below would you like to see replace Therapy Thursdays?” REPLACE? ME?! G. U. L. P.

LRE: So now you’re spelling gulp?

DOC: YOU’RE MEAN.

LRE: But look how pretty I made the charts.

DOC: Well, that’s true. They are nice.

LRE: So next week, I’m going to have a replacement based on people’s choices.

DOC: Well, I guess the best I can do now is just add my input. Can I take the survey, too?

LRE: That’s it? You’re not going to throw a fit, toss me out the window or run screaming from the building?

DOC: No. There will be no tantrums, defenestrating, or… wait, we’re in a building?

LRE: Where did you imagine we were?

DOC: In a cabin up in the mountains with birds chirping outside.

LRE: Okay. Go to your cabin. And yes, you can take the survey… until next week. Here it is: Finding a Therapy Thursdays Replacement.

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Pool Shark

May 14, 2009

Enter the CAPTION CONTEST now!

The Sciolist Cell Phone Pic of the Weeknot-™ is published each week with the intent to entice readers to comment. This is accomplished with a CONTEST! The winner will receive a blog nod in the following week’s post-what a TREMENDOUS prize. Entering is easy. Just click on Comment below, fill in the identification information requested and enter your caption for the above picture as your comment. You have until Larrie posts the following Wednesday’s pic to enter.

Ready… GO!*


Last Week’s Winner: Give it up for KAAKUN! I chuckled when I thought of my mom knowing how to twitter. Right now, I’m just proud of her for texting, using Facebook and visiting my blog. And to fill in your blank, Kaakun, Hobbes is her 10th grandkid, but it’s the FIRST that shares a name with an imaginary, stuffed tiger.


*And by GO!, I mean COMMENT!

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Day 4: Is there anybody out there… like me?*

April 9, 2009

Today’s “Build a Better Blog” task required me to analyze a top blog in my niche.

My niche?

Is there any other blog in the world in my niche?

I was stumped.

So instead, I started scanning through my friends’ blogs. I heart my friends. I heart their blogs. These are some of them (in random order):

Mama’s Boys – Linds and I became friends our senior year of high school, but we went to school together since kindergarten. It’s sad that we missed out on all of those years of friendship we could have had, but we made up for it, possibly all in one weekend that involved squirt guns, walkie-talkies, cell phones, undercover gang patrol cops, and an accident.

Phabulous Phippens – Mine and Karen’s friendship came and went because she came and went moving to and from Utah and always back to the same school from elementary through high school. This included a short stint in a musical, getting in trouble with the typing teacher, and attempting to sing in choir first thing in the morning. When I have kids, I’ll expect to call her frequently for advice.

Shanny’s Life – Shannon and I also went to school together since kindergarten and became almost friends in high school, but REALLY became friends as roommates our freshman year in college. That happened because I leaned over in Calculus, senior year, and said, “Hey, I need a roommate and you’re going to BYU. What’s your social security number?” (I also follow her husband, Clark’s blog, Bethletard. It’s a good one.)

The M’s – Sabrina shares her blog with her husband-how cute are they? And again, she’s a friend who I went to school with since kindergarten, but didn’t really become buds until senior year. Are we noticing a theme yet? However, we do have some moments of connection prior to that, including hiding in a garage with baby quail (sometime in 3rd grade, perhaps), and having Calculus study sessions in my basement where we rewarded ourselves with playing some type of wrestling game on the N64 after.

my little adventures… – Meghan, Meghan, bo Beghan experienced the Larrie friendship curve. This is where it takes some time before she realizes my quirks are actually endearing and then decides that we should spend Valentine’s Day eating Thai food with our Korean friend and then bake mountains of chocolate chip cookies while listening to Outkast. Can you believe they allowed such unruly behavior at BYU? Thankfully, the friendship curve doesn’t seem to be a bell curve; no sloping down yet.

Scattered Starlight – English majors UNITE! Somehow, Katie and I never got to know each other during our tenure as English majors at BYU, but we became friends afterwards, thanks to my sister-in-law, her best friend, Genny. Now we get to connect in a myriad of ways, from reading each others’ blogs to twittering back and forth or posting on each others’ Facebook walls. Yep, we’re TIGHT.

v1.2 – “Kaakun” was in a BYU ward. I have no idea how we became friends because there are many, many holes in my memory from that year of school. However, I do remember him and Rachel playing the “state game,” his commentary during mine and my roommates’ ice skating finals, and drawing on his apartment window in the middle of the night. Since then, there have been Vegas weddings, broken beds, and vomiting at Crown Burger. Sweet, sweet memories.

Family blogs: life of laina – I’m so happy my brother married Laina, for many reasons, one of which is that she blogs and it’s consistent, unlike her husband, Thane, who recently started up again on his blog, My Separate from Wife’s Blog. Nobody else in my family really blogs so I adopted my sister-in-law, Tracy’s family: Aimee, internal conversations & ramblings of aimee heffernan; Scott, Vote of Die Blog; and Ryan, The Idealistic Investor.

Tiffanie – I am a fan of our story. We met briefly during the ‘99-’00 school year when she visited my roommate from Kansas. Then, I ended up in that same roommate’s wedding party where her best friend from Kansas, Tiff, did not. Seemed odd and so I was hesitant to talk to Tiff because I was the bad guy in this situation. Then, many moons later, she moved to Salt Lake and we ended up in the same singles ward. I went up to her and said, “Are you from Olathe, Kansas?” Who’s heard of Olathe and who can pronounce it right? Me. That’s who. Oh-lay-thah.

Two of my roommates who weren’t actually roommates: Nichole-The Audrey show, and Leslie-The Collyafaces. We lived next door, but both apartments got along so well, we would have knocked down the wall that separated us if we could. Now, I just stalk them via their blogs where they post pics of their adorable little girls.

A Day in the Life of Clancy – I knew Clancy when I was younger, but she was always the big sister. Instead, I spent all of my time running around with her little sister, Lacy-climbing cherry trees, rollerblading down Harrison (from 1300 E to 1100 E), doing art projects and playing Nintendo. However, today, Clancy and I go rollerblading down Harrison. Wait. No, we don’t because she doesn’t even live in Utah. Instead, we just stalk each others’ blogs and hit up the jokes on FB chat. It’s a beautiful relationship.

Norton News – Amy and I rocked the basketball court (and sometimes the bench) in high school. I miss her motivational speeches tailored just to me and my emotional rollercoaster ride that was high school sports. Then, she motivated me through a summer of door-to-door sales by sending lengthy emails. Now, she’s got an adorable little family, house, life, etc. It’s fabulous.

View from the Bushes – Every time I read the title of his blog, I think of a peeping tom. However, Ross is not… as far as I know. He’s the former coworker who I initially judged by appearance (longer hair, scraggily beard) and then got over that and realized he was an English major turned geek with the sharpest wit in the department. He moved on to bigger, better things than our web dude at work and now I have to stalk him via his blog. And we have Facebook. Too bad I only got one date with his brother-he would have been a catch.

My sister blogs. Oh wait, no, no she doesn’t, otherwise I would have included it in the family section above. But once, her roommate tried to set up a blog for the two of them: Merphanie. That lasted long. The other roommate, Kasi keeps up the blogging on her own site: Kismet of Kas. Also, I follow Martha’s blog, MOSTLY MARTHA. I’m pretty sure we’re both Mrs.-Lake-trained writers.

I know-this list is getting very long. I skipped over some people because they haven’t blog very recently. (Or because I don’t want them to know that I read their blogs regularly, mwahaha.) The rest of the blogs that I follow are written by people that I do not know… AT ALL.

Here’s a quick list of SOME of those: almost literary, Normal Mormon Husbands, The Art of Over-Thinking, Why Mormon Girls Stay Single, Lifehacker, Mashable!, Seth’s Blog, etc.

Okay, I’m tired of adding hyperlinks so you’ll just have to guess what all the other blogs are that I follow. What blogs do you follow?


*When I started typing this subject line, I was singing in my head, Pink Floyd’s Is There Anybody Out There? There’s not much to sing, though. Basically, while writing the remainder of this awesome blog post, I was repeating over and over in my head, “Hello, hello, hello” fading out.

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Day 3: Promoting – I do it and you can too!

April 8, 2009

The “Build a Better Blog” task for the third day*is to promote my blog. I really like my blog. That’s probably a surprise to no one. But on the flip side, I don’t always like to be the only one promoting it. Nobody wants that friend that only updates their Facebook status with “hey, I updated my blog so go read it or we can’t be friends.” So I’ll try a little promoting on my own, but don’t you want to help me out with this? If you heart me, go tell your friends. I like your friends.

And with that, we have GOT to have the cell phone pic of the week / caption contest. User participation last week was dismally low. Sigh. Try bettah, people.

Enter the CAPTION CONTEST now!

The Sciolist Cell Phone Pic of the Weeknot-TM is published each week with the intent to entice readers to comment. This is accomplished with a CONTEST! The winner will receive a blog nod in the following week’s post-what a TREMENDOUS prize. Entering is easy. Just click on Comment below, fill in the identification information requested and enter your caption for the above picture as your comment. You have until Larrie posts the following Wednesday’s pic to enter.

Ready… GO!**

Last Week’s Winner: Again, let’s have a hearty applause for Kaakun. It was a really tough choice between him and… oh right… nobody else. I guess I can’t really blame you, though, for not wanted to post a comment after reading his. It really was pretty good and basically unbeatable. It was almost as good as the awkward-life-moments greeting cards company we (mostly he) came up with a few years ago. Front of card: Happy Divorce; inside card: You took half of my assets and all I got was this lousy card.


*I feel like by completing these tasks, I must be on a mission, right? I wonder who’s in my company, whether any of the tasks will include fighting a dragon, and if in the end, all I win is more experience points. Do I need to buy a 4-sided die for this?

**And by GO!, I mean COMMENT!

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How to care for hacky sack injuries

April 1, 2009

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Enter the CAPTION CONTEST now!

The Sciolist Cell Phone Pic of the Weeknot-TM is published each week with the intent to entice readers to comment. This is accomplished with a CONTEST! The winner will receive a blog nod in the following week’s post-what a TREMENDOUS prize. Entering is easy. Just click on Comment below, fill in the identification information requested and enter your caption for the above picture as your comment. You have until Larrie posts the following Wednesday’s pic to enter.

Ready… GO!*


Last Week’s Winner: Give it up for KAAKUN! Wow, that was quite a cheer. Thank you, internet. I laughed the most when I read Kaakun’s comment so clearly, he takes home the win this week. Congrats ol’ buddy ol’ pal. There are many Kaakun memories so how about just one highlight: playing the state game. Go to his blog and ask him about it in the comments section. Maybe it will prompt him to write an entry about it.


  • And by GO!, I mean COMMENT!
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Changes to Larrie’s eWorld

November 24, 2008

I was waiting for some great idea to hit me and I’d have a humorous entry worthy of your precious blog-reading time. Nothing has hit me.

Sorry.

I tried; really, I did.

I didn’t want to talk about the BYU-Utah game because Kaakun already said enough. Or perhaps Hall threw the game on purpose so that the U could become the biggest donor to BYU’s program via a second trip to a BCS bowl…

I even tried reading old blog entries to spark an idea. And by old, we’re talking an ENTIRE year ago. That was ages and ages ago. Can you believe I’m even still blogging? Since then, though, I’ve had many changes to my eWorld. Or at least, I think there have been. Let’s make a list, how ‘bout?

  1. Changed blog hosts, leaving behind the restricted Live Spaces for more freedom from WordPress
  2. Ended my use of MSN Messenger following a company lockdown when an IT Support personnel (no less) clicked on a link from an outside contact and started spreading a virus to all his company contacts
  3. Now use Communicator at work and therefore no longer know what DFunk is up to
  4. Still have a Myspace account, but what’s the use?
  5. Probably overuse Facebook for event invitations, sharing pictures and poking people
  6. Blog every work day
  7. No longer have my own webpage; isn’t a blog as fantastic as mine good enough for you?
  8. Log online at home through my very own Comcast connection because I live all alone
  9. Use a new online stalking tool: iSearch
  10. Neglect my online-hosted email accounts because when I get home from work, all I care to do online is school
  11. No longer leave comments on my friends’ blogs (even when I have plenty to say) because they’re all blocked at work
  12. Use flickr for all of my online-photo-hosting needs
  13. Frequent Google Reader
  14. Stopped reading some blogs (like dooce and yourheartout) because for some reason, I got bored of them
  15. Stopped reading other blogs (like sarahnielsen and seriouslysoblessed) because they didn’t send entire feeds via RSS (BOO)
  16. I now post a Political Link of the Day, but does anybody ever read them? Does anybody even read this blog?
  17. And LAST, I’ve found this AMAZING product online that I will purchase for all of the men on my Christmas giving list this year: the Uroclub. For a great image of the club in action, click HERE.

So that was a good list, right? Sure… why not. I thought maybe it would be a better list, but trying to remember what I did a year ago compared to now turned out to be way too much work. Besides, I’m at work and I already have work to do.


Political Link of the Day: “Anatomy of a Meltdown: Ben Bernanke and the Financial Crisis

Over fifteen months, beginning in August, 2007, the Fed, through various novel programs known by their initials… lent more than a trillion dollars to dozens of institutions… The programs, which have received little public attention, were supposed to be temporary, but they have been greatly expanded and remain in effect.

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Profiling Me and My Blog

November 20, 2008

DOC: Hey, come on in.

LRE: Well, alrighty then.

DOC: I was thinking we could take a personality test today.

LRE: We?

DOC: Sorry… you. YOU could take one.

LRE: Is it the Myers-Briggs thing-a-ma-jigs?

DOC: Cute, that rhymed. Yes, it is. Well, almost. It’s not a thing-a-ma-jiggy.

LRE: Jigs.

DOC: It’s the Myers-Briggs TYPE INDICATOR.

LRE: Gotcha. Been there. Done that.

DOC: Oh. Fine. Ruin my fun.

LRE: Oh come on. Don’t get so down. We could analyze my dreams.

DOC: You remember them?

LRE: Yeah; one of last night’s was really weird, but apparently I was making out with the doorman of the building that I lived in in New York although he only made $22 thousand a year and I made over $400 thousand as a fancy lawyer.

DOC: Um, no. Let’s NOT try to analyze that one.

LRE: Fine. Well, when I took that test last, it told me I was an ENFP.

DOC: Enfffpah?

LRE: Yeah, that. More extraverted than introverted.

DOC: You’ve certainly changed from the little girl in first grade who was embarrassed to open the classroom door because you were late coming in from lunch recess.

LRE: True. But as an extravert, apparently, I don’t fit in the IT world.

DOC: Imagine that.

LRE: Right. So the other ones mean that I’m more interesting in intuition than sensing, slightly value feeling over thinking, and lean towards perception rather than judgment.

DOC: Um, so is there a brief summary of what that really means?

LRE: Brief, not so much. There were a couple of pages of description of what that meant, but watch me summarize. For me, at least according to Mister Myers-Briggs, life is a creative adventure full of exciting possibilities. Apparently, I hate routine, schedules, and avoid structure. Mostly, that occurs in the mornings when the alarm goes off. There’s tons more, but that’s enough for now.

DOC: Gotcha. And what type of personality does your blog have?

LRE: Well, that’s INTERESTING that you should ask, because I went to Typealyzer’s website to find out and my blog is ESFP.

DOC: And what’s that mean?

LRE: My blog is entertaining and friendly (good job, blog), especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and preferring to fill its surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells.

DOC: I didn’t know blogs could smell sweetly.

LRE: Apparently, they can. Okay, my blog likes to live in the present moment and doesn’t like to plan ahead.

DOC: Well that doesn’t work because you plan ahead for the rest of your blog life having your structured daily entries.

LRE: Turns out, I CAN handle structure. Back to my blog… it’s always in risk of exhausting itself.

DOC: Poor blog.

LRE: It also enjoys work that makes it able to help people in a concrete and visible way.

DOC: Maybe your blog should help out with more service projects.

LRE: Maybe. It tries to avoid conflicts and rarely initiates confrontations.

DOC: I don’t think Typealyzer read your political entries.

LRE: Perhaps. But there you go. My blog is a “performer.” Oh, and it’s rather gender neutral, according to Gender Analyzer, but Kaakun’s blog was rather womanly.

DOC: Ha.

LRE: And last, there’s the Literature Expert where most of my writing seems to match up with Frank Baum.

DOC: I thought you wanted to be the next Dave Barry.

LRE: I know. That website CRUSHED all of my hopes and dreams.

DOC: Weep.


Political Link of the Day: Seriously, internet… if you NEVER click on ANY of my other political links of the day in the past, click on THIS one because it’ll knock some sense into you AND you’ll laugh at the same time: Everything’s Amazing and Getting Better All the Time, But Nobody’s Happy

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Episode 13: Websense has the Power

August 8, 2008

Don’t you think that because I’m in IT, I have all the computer powers? It’s not true; this is no Castle Grayskull and I do NOT have the power. Websense does.

It is because of this power wielded by our web security application, that I cannot reply to Facebook wall posts or leave comments on your blogs… at least not while I’m at work. Websense blocks me. It’s mean, I know. So I’ve had to find ways around it.

Way #1: Set up my phone to access Facebook.

I used to think it was rather silly to post statuses, pictures, wall posts, etc, using your cell phone. Really? My Facebook friends need to be THAT connected? And then I started doing it, too. It all happened when Shawman sent me a Facebook message about meeting up at the gym to get buff. Facebook emailed me to let me know, “Hey, your friend wants to go to the gym tonight, but you can’t reply because you’re at work. Ha!” So later that night, after not going to the gym because I couldn’t respond to Shawman in a reasonable amount of time, I set up my phone for posting to Facebook. It was ONLY because it was a necessity for my super buff muscles. And now I update my status every now and then about blog updates because I really just want people to stop in and leave comments about how AWESOME and FUNNY I am.

Way #2: Emailing my comments

I do have my RSS reader (netvibes.com) so I can keep up to date on blogs although pictures don’t display. Sometimes, after reading the latest entry on Kaakun’s blog, I really really want to comment. Probably this is because I was mentioned and therefore, I will feel the need to share my opinion on myself. But I can’t. Remember? Websense DENIES me. I therefore email Kaakun.

Example email from June:

ME: You should also offer a link to said blog. And I feel the same. I keep on forgetting that it is not Friday and I don’t know why I’ve been a day ahead all week. It sucks.

(This was in reply to his blog entry about realizing it was still Thursday because of my ‘Therapy Thursdays’ installment.)

KAAKUN’S REPLY: whatever… you hawk your blog all over your facebook jajaja… I don’t feel the need to contribute.

MY REPLY: Geez… thanks for the love.

KAAKUN’S REPLY: whatever… its not like anyone reads my blog anyways.

MY REPLY: I don’t believe you. How many hits do you get every day? And since I read it, it matters. I only read entertaining blogs, but perhaps I only find it entertaining when it’s about me because according to my therapist, I’m narcissistic (perhaps I should discuss this next week).

KAAKUN’S REPLY: Anywhere from 1-8… No thanks to those on feeders… jajajjaajjaa… But it’s probably the same 3-4 people checking in… just twice a day… because when the new is hitting fast and furious… I’m on top of my reporting.

Way #3: Post comments when I get home

This rarely happens because by the time I get home, I check work email and then go to bed. Yawn.

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Triple Larrie

August 3, 2008

I know, I was supposed to write a book review today. So sorry. It’s only the second week of this new “Saturday post” and already I’m flaking out. Typical.

Apparently, life gets busy what with Pete and G moving away (weep), soccer, organize my home with help from my fab Aunt, a BBQ to see my Uncle while he was in town, then hit up the scene downtown with the girls. Where would YOU fit ‘write a blog entry about one of the books you recently read’?

Since I flaked, how about if I just post up some more intimate information about me. Why? Because Puk tagged me.

It comes in threes:

Joys:

  1. My big bed
  2. Scoring a goal
  3. Jane running down the driving shouting LARRIE!

Fears:

  1. Financial insecurity
  2. Having somebody break in to my home
  3. Losing a finger or hand so I can’t play the piano

Goals:

  1. Move up the career ladder
  2. Fix my back
  3. Get in better shape

Obsessions:

  1. My TV
  2. Checking work email at midnight
  3. Blogging

Surprising Facts About Me:

  1. I do things on Ambien and don’t remember
  2. I miss my old ward
  3. I can’t touch my toes without bending my knees

Riveting, I know. And now the part that seems so strange… tagging somebody else. But, I will do it, because it was rather cool to see that Puk thought of me enough to actually tag me on her blog. So see? By me tagging you, I’m thinking of ya.

Tagg-ed: Katie, Kaakun, Kow

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Frequently Dining at a Nearby Coffee Shop

June 2, 2008

I really can’t complain as I’m getting a little help from work for installing internet at home, but it’s been difficult living without it and I will have to continue feeling so disconnected from the world UNTIL THE 13TH. Yikes. Until then, I thought that I could borrow a little bandwidth from the neighbors, but they’ve all secured their networks. I was so surprised. And no, I haven’t attempted to hack into anybody’s. Instead, I’ve been going to some of the places were I have profiles and access—namely my brothers’ and parents’ homes. And then Saturday night, in order to get some things done for class, I went to a coffee shop up the street from me.

Try and imagine: it’s Saturday night and you just got home from a fancy shmancy awards dinner (the Best of State awards dinner, to be exact). You try jumping onto a neighbor’s wireless network only to find them all protected. So I decide to stop into the shop up the street that has crepes and is open until 1:00 am—I asked Lilly at dinner the other night and they have wireless.

The shop is called the Greenhouse Effect and they have a recycling bin in the back (so I can still be good to Mother Earth since we don’t have one at my new complex, if I choose to drive my recyclables to this location… save the planet or save gas, hmm). I pulled in a little after 11:00 pm and went in to order a peach-raspberry Italian soda. I forgot to ask them to put cream in so it wasn’t quite sugary enough for me, but you really can’t do wrong making one of those. It was too hot and stuffy inside and I made the mistake of sitting outside.

Why was it a mistake? Who do YOU think eats outside on the patio of a coffee shop at 11:00 pm on a Saturday night?

I should have braved the humid warmth inside instead of coughing in the wafting smoke from the cigarettes of the other diners outside.

It wasn’t too bad at first and I started reading through the discussions from my class while checking in with Kow and Kaakun (who else would be online with me on a Saturday night?). And then two foreign men came towards me.

I honestly thought for a minute that they were going to talk TO ME. Couldn’t they tell from my intense stare at my laptop screen that I was participating in classroom discussion? But they didn’t talk to me. At least not that I could tell. I have no idea what language they were speaking so for all I know, they were talking about me the whole time in Bulgarian or Russian or perhaps Aeolic Greek. The English translation possibly being:

“Check out the chick at the table in the corner.”

“She looks rather stuffy compared to the rest of this crowd.”

“Yeah, and I haven’t heard her cuss once.”

“Let’s sit by her and blow our smoke at her.”

“Amen, brother.”

As soon as the first guy lit up, I thought about getting up and relocating to a table below the porch, but would that be rude? I don’t know why I was worried about being rude to these men. Clearly, they didn’t care about the air I was breathing.

I bid farewell to Kow and Kaakun, closed up my laptop and took my lungs home. When I go back next for more schoolwork, I’ll sit inside and work up a sweat. Also, I’m going to try the crepes next time. I’m not sure they can compare to Meghan’s.