Two college girls discussing their (different) roommates’ penchant for having sex in the room while they were in it. And threesomes. On their bed. But that was ‘kinda okay because she washed the sheets after’

A guy in a chef outfit complaining on his cell phone to his dad about his lack of internet access making it absolutely impossible for him to locate a new apartment.

On the plane
The guy who sat next to me spending two solid hours writing emails (to be sent after landing, presumably) in Outlook. They didn’t look like long or complicated emails either.

What I do with these things depends a bit on my mood. If someone has used my email to sign up for something, sometimes I will go in and delete their account, or change their password to something random. Especially if it’s a myspace account. Personal emails I generally delete, after making sure it wasn’t really meant for me. Some of them make me feel bad, because they’re things like ‘here’s your son’s progress report’ or ‘do you want to go to the movies?’ and stuff people might actually miss.

So the other night I got a personal email for a girl (not me). It was from a job recruiter guy and said, basically, “Your dad told me you’re looking for a job, send me your resume and I can give it to the executive director at [Location]“. I read it, at first curious to see if it was actually a cleverly disguised piece of spam. But [Location] appeared to be a real place and the qualifications he listed seemed like real ones someone might have gotten from a person’s dad.

At that point I started to feel a little bad. Here’s this girl looking for a job, no easy task in today’s economy, and her dad cares enough to do a little networking for her — but somehow doesn’t actually know her email address.

Then I looked more closely at the email. I checked something on Facebook.

I realized I knew who the email was for.

And unlike my uncle, I actually know his daughter’s email address.

Me: “Hey, new property ladder supposedly started.”
Me: “Oh, no wonder I didn’t see it. They renamed it.”
J: “Property Snake?”
Me: “Yeah.”
J: “What do you mean yea?”
J: “That was supposed to be a joke. Was I actually right?”
Me: “Yeah, that’s what they renamed it to. Property Snakes and Ladders.”
J snerks.
Me: “Apparently you have the sense of humor of a British tv producer”
J: “Hey, no need to insult me!”

Josh Heinzl answered the phone with an enthusiastic “Hi, Josh’s Toys and Games! This is Josh.” The smile on Heinzl’s face and the welcome in his voice were quickly replaced with a blank stare and frustrated tone.

“Listen,” he spoke politely but pointedly into the phone, “are you guys going to offer me free processing? Otherwise I’m not that interested. You never offer a better rate.”

Heinzl hung up the phone and let out an agitated sigh.

“Credit-card processors,” he explained. “They call at least three times a day.”

This is the life of a new businessman. But Heinzl isn’t your typical entrepreneur; he’s 15 years old. And while he isn’t old enough to drive, the Windham native is buckled in and ready for a ride to the top, in a car made of Legos.

Josh’s Toys and Games opened last Friday in the Pheasant Lane Mall. The store, which is located on the ground level near the Sears entrance, offers a variety of Lego products as well as puzzles and games.

I have to go to the mall this week in my errands run; I’ll have to check this place out. Any competition for KB is good.

Unfortunately, sometimes my statements are too cryptic to jog my memory if I leave them for too long.

For instance, there’s two in there right now that’ve been there for a while:
J2/J1 asshat in restaurant, mom ‘calm down’
funny conversation or story? Not dad backing into van… clifton park pizza?

…honestly, no clue. They sound like they would’ve been cool posts though.

No police could be seen helping to direct traffic.

About a mile and a half further along I discovered why: The police were all at the ice cream stand.

Those of you from the area know that Dunkin Donuts are thick on the ground around here. The best way to tell you’re out in the boonies is when you stop passing them every 50 yards. Then they’re only 100 yards apart.

But one town is fighting the good fight. That town would be Wellesley.

And I am amused.

This was a very interesting article. Basically, the argument is that Protestants have a softened, friendly view of Jesus and God, which makes it odd that so many of them seem interested in Gibson’s new movie.

I must admit that this view of Jesus as your pal has always confused me. Especially the people who feel called upon to pray for assistance with every minor decision in their lives. To me, that seems rude. You don’t pester important people unless you have an important question, and if you truly believe Jesus is the son of God then I think he has better things to be doing with his time than dealing with your random questions.

Jesus Fangirl: OMG, should I wear the blue blouse or the yellow sweater?!?!?!
Jesus Fangirl: HELP ME JESUS!
Jesus Fangirl: *prays*
* a light comes on in Jesus’s office *
Jesus: *stops what he’s doing and some crops in Africa die*
Jesus: WTF? It’s that stalker girl again.
Jesus: *looks at the message*
Jesus: !!!! Holy crap you interrupted me for this you stupid cow?!
Jesus: *grrr*
Jesus: wait, I’m nice
Jesus: *flings an anvil at the girl*
Jesus: here’s a sign. See, it’s kinda blue.

Anyhow, back to my original point, which was that the article made me think of the “Buddy Christ” idea that came up in the movie Dogma. And, in fact, if you think of Jesus as your best pal, who you can pester at any time of the night or day… your image of him is already the Buddy Christ. Which is decidedly at odds with the view of him I was brought up with, as somewhat remote, not really inclined to intercede directly on someone’s behalf, as that, after all, is the job of Saints and other minions.

It also seems to me that this view of the universe feeds very well into the arrogant, privileged attitude that so many of our Protestant leaders have…