Product Placement

Posted on April 5, 2004 by Meg

You know what butt shorts are, right? They’re those heather grey gym shorts with a word written across the wearer’s fanny. Unfortunately, I go to UMass Amherst, so our school sells shorts with “UMASS” on the backside. I giggle every time I see these, and I once told Eric and Chris about my plan to make a matching UMBOOBS sweatshirt.

Chris suggested a maroon lanyard that says “FRESHMAN” over and over (Traveling to UMass? The frosh are easily recognizable by their dorm keys on UMass lanyarns and need for direction to Mahar).

One day, when I was taking a Norse Myth class, Eric, Chris and I came up with a second line of butt shorts. We’re going to print “Freyja” and “Thor” on the rear.

Anyone else want to buy stock in our Asgard line?

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Cultural Literacy

Posted on March 19, 2004 by Meg

The other day, I said something and Stick asked “Who’s Edward Hopper?”

“Chop suey? Dark paintings cropped funny?” I tried to tell him, leaving out the bit about my sister Bethie jumping up and down in front of the calender, but Stick was still looking blank, “Ok, you’ll know this one, it’s a classic. It’s called Nighthawks, it’s got two guys and a girl in red dress in a yellow-lit diner at night, and the rest of the — what are you laughing at?”

“Two guys and a girl?” He repeated, still chuckling.

“Yeah. Oh, and the soda fountain guy, and why are you laughing?”

“It’s MARILYN MONROE and JAMES DEAN and ELVIS, Meg!”

Sometimes I don’t think we live in the same universe.

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Speed Dial One

Posted on March 9, 2004 by Meg

When I first met Stick and we exchanged numbers, we relegated each other to forty-something on the cell phone speed-dial list. It eventually came up that one and two in the phone book of Stick are his ex-girlfriend’s cell and apartment numbers. I was a little worried about this, in fact I started to feel a little jealous. And by “a little jealous,” I mean terrified and threatened. In fact, it bothered me so much that I hit speed-dial one on my own phone and asked Eric if he thought this was okay.

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Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!

Posted on February 10, 2004 by Meg

Just heard from my sister that our grandfather has a new dog. A golden retriever. He’s named it Kitty Kitty Kitty, so he can say “Here, Kitty Kitty Kitty!” and the giant retriever comes. No, I’m not kidding.

Sometimes people who know both my sister and me want to know who got the weird genes in the family. I think this proves there’s more than enough to go around.

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Puzzle Pirates

Posted on September 15, 2003 by Meg

You know what sucks about Puzzle Pirates? There’s no pause button. So if you’re, say, playing the drinking game and, say, beating Pat senseless and then the phone rings, there’s no way to pause it. So if the person on the phone is Allison, and she’s calling to say she’s GETTING MARRIED, you have to shout “Chris! Eric! Take over my game!” as you jump over furniture and run out the door to squeal and cry in the parking lot.

I think that’s a serious design flaw.

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