Friday, April 11, 2008

The Internet Is For Porn

Happy Friday! Today sure took its sweet time in getting here this week. But it's almost the weekend at last, which means time with Yuval, babysitting Dylan, a massage, and the Boston Comic Book Spectacular for me.

Despite the fact that I had no class last night, my time since the last post has been pretty busy. Trivia night yielded a 5th place finish for our team ("What's Kosher Bacon?") out of 10, but what mattered was we had fun and my love of country music actually came in handy. I've been easing back into a regular workout schedule, so of course I'm sore from running on the treadmill on Wednesday. After a quick post-workout shower, I rushed (and had to wait for the 25 minute late 66 bus) to Yuval's so we could head over to Ryle's in Inman Square and see his friend Yulia Musayelyan, perform with her jazz flute (please say "yazz flute"). She has her own jazz band, the Yulia Musayelyan Quartet, and has toured all over the world. And she's only 25! Very cool performance. And yummy chili cheese fries.

Yesterday after work I spent an hour and a half waiting at the DMV to get a mistake on my license corrected. When I was filling out the paperwork to donate platelets on Tuesday, I noticed for the first time that my MA license has the wrong birthday on it--they had switched the day around so it was 2/12 instead of 2/21. Since that kind of thing could potentially cause problems for me in the future, I decided it would be best to get it fixed ASAP. At least the waiting gave me a chance to read all of the Hellboy comic I had brought along--all 80+ pages of it.

And now, to end, another sampling of the poetic inscriptions I often find at the end of the porn spam emails I receive at my work email. I came up with a title for these things.

Spam Poetry of the Week
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1 comment:

The Project said...

Your spam poetry is like a mix between a romance novel and Gabriel Garcia Marquez.