You've probably already seen this, for one.
I'm not asking about the abortion part, for two.
I'm mostly interested in the content here because of the way certain conservative religious groups have approached the President. I'm leaving my own commentary out for now. Thoughts?
(I found the video courtesy of my friend David's blog, Perpetual Anticipation.)
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Texting is an art form.
Quite literally. Well, no, not quite literally, but you get me.
Please observe the following exchange between yours truly and this guy:
I just made a somewhat frivolous purchase you may like to try the next time you come over.
? Exciting! What?
Please say trampoline.
Oh my god, it's totally a trampoline.
Yes, it's a trampoline. Also a giant electric piano keyboard that you play by jumping on the keys.
And a Pepsi machine you can throw a baseball at.
And a blow-up dinosaur.
Also, I have inexplicably purchased an absurdly formal white tuxedo.
It just so happens that I have the perfect taffeta dress for trampolining. I'm crimping my hair and coming over.
Wait, hang on. I have just consulted this mysterious and creepy carnival fortune-telling machine which tells me that I do not actually have a trampoline. Sad.
Ok, now I'm DYING to know. Also, that thing terrified me when I was little.
I can't possibly tell you now. It wasn't nearly exciting enough for all that buildup. It's a kitchen appliance; it involves liquids, that's all I'll say.
Lololol. Martini shaker?
I already have a martini shaker. Alright, fine. It's this cute Japanese thing that sits on your counter and makes hot water. Like for tea. Or for trampolines.
I actually had the thought, What if it's something decidedly not awesome, like an omlette maker? But then again, for a split second I thought maybe you really did buy a floor piano.
I always wanted that floor piano but I would use it once and then never again.
I want martinis.
Okay. Hot water martinis for everybody.
This entire text conversation may have to be blogged. I love it.
Aren't all of our text conversations like this? You can't possibly blog them all. Unless you did.
I'm glad you think we're always this clever. We're not quite. Tonight you & i are in particularly good form.
Yay us, then. But see, the thing is, this thing is always on so you can ALWAYS have hot water like as for tea. Or oatmeal or ramen. Like, IMMEDIATELY.
Surely that is as cool as at least a small trampoline. Like a pocket trampoline.
Also, I don't remember this pepsi machine that you can throw a baseball at. Can't you throw a baseball at pretty much anything?
But it gave you PEPSI. For FREE.
That sounds awesome, except for the free Pepsi. Does anyone drink Pepsi anymore? I think everyone drinks tea instead.
I think Coke bought all the tea.
That would be a smart marketing move, since I understand cool and attractive people are buying hot water heater things so they can drink more tea. You should come over later in the week. Bring your pocket trampoline.
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Well, I think it's fun. :)
That's all for today. You should text me about The Breakfast Club.
Please observe the following exchange between yours truly and this guy:
I just made a somewhat frivolous purchase you may like to try the next time you come over.
? Exciting! What?
Please say trampoline.
Oh my god, it's totally a trampoline.
Yes, it's a trampoline. Also a giant electric piano keyboard that you play by jumping on the keys.
And a Pepsi machine you can throw a baseball at.
And a blow-up dinosaur.
Also, I have inexplicably purchased an absurdly formal white tuxedo.
It just so happens that I have the perfect taffeta dress for trampolining. I'm crimping my hair and coming over.
Wait, hang on. I have just consulted this mysterious and creepy carnival fortune-telling machine which tells me that I do not actually have a trampoline. Sad.
Ok, now I'm DYING to know. Also, that thing terrified me when I was little.
I can't possibly tell you now. It wasn't nearly exciting enough for all that buildup. It's a kitchen appliance; it involves liquids, that's all I'll say.
Lololol. Martini shaker?
I already have a martini shaker. Alright, fine. It's this cute Japanese thing that sits on your counter and makes hot water. Like for tea. Or for trampolines.
I actually had the thought, What if it's something decidedly not awesome, like an omlette maker? But then again, for a split second I thought maybe you really did buy a floor piano.
I always wanted that floor piano but I would use it once and then never again.
I want martinis.
Okay. Hot water martinis for everybody.
This entire text conversation may have to be blogged. I love it.
Aren't all of our text conversations like this? You can't possibly blog them all. Unless you did.
I'm glad you think we're always this clever. We're not quite. Tonight you & i are in particularly good form.
Yay us, then. But see, the thing is, this thing is always on so you can ALWAYS have hot water like as for tea. Or oatmeal or ramen. Like, IMMEDIATELY.
Surely that is as cool as at least a small trampoline. Like a pocket trampoline.
Also, I don't remember this pepsi machine that you can throw a baseball at. Can't you throw a baseball at pretty much anything?
But it gave you PEPSI. For FREE.
That sounds awesome, except for the free Pepsi. Does anyone drink Pepsi anymore? I think everyone drinks tea instead.
I think Coke bought all the tea.
That would be a smart marketing move, since I understand cool and attractive people are buying hot water heater things so they can drink more tea. You should come over later in the week. Bring your pocket trampoline.
______________________________________________________________________
Well, I think it's fun. :)
That's all for today. You should text me about The Breakfast Club.
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