I want my ice cream
So I'm sitting at Michigan and... I think Chicago. At some little square across from Water Tower. You know it. I wish that there were more such places round the city, but oh well.
So yeah, there I sit, after work drinking coffee. And there's this family sitting right around me. The little boy of the family, however, is not sitting. He's walking back and forth, back and forth chanting "I want my ice cream". No, I wasn't annoyed, or pissed off. I was a little boy once, and there are times when I want my ice cream. To this day. But I mean, man, that little boy just wouldn't give it up. And good for him. I don't think he should really be getting any ice cream, I'll be honest (dude was a little on the husky side - and I can say that because I was more than a little husky in my own youth). And his parents handled him with aplomb. As far as I knew, the boy didn't get any ice cream. But I'll say this for the parents - it's jsut cruel to visit Chicago, and then take a breather right across the street from Ghiradelli's. That's where the whole issue comes from, in my mind.
Like, it's Ghiradelli's. It says, quite clearly, ice cream and chocolate shoppe. You don't have to indulge your little boy, but you don't have to taun him, either.
This, of course, coming from a guy who intends on taking parenting lessons from the Roseanne Show, as well as the Cosby Show. But since, in a lot of ways, both shows raised me, shouldn't they, in turn, contribute to how I eventually raise my family?
Yes, that is far away. Very far away. I hope to dear god far away. I like kids enough and all, but I'm just not ready to start a damned family. Or even a non-damned family. Any family. It can be hard enough to live with 2 other guys. And sex isn't even involved. Nor will it ever be, if that's what you were wondering.
I mean, this is what I'll say - maybe the next girl I meet will be *the one*. Maybe I'll just know that, and everything will be great. I don't necessarily subscribe to the idea carried by Coupling that every technological advance in history has been to further Man's attempts to see more snatch (or 'bottoms' if you're British) (part of the joke being that man invited fire not for heat, or for cooking, but so that man could see women's bottoms at night), and so it's not like I see my life as a never-ending effort to get some. Therefore, I certainly wouldn't shy away from an intense, I-will-marry-you sort of relationship right now, but I just don't see that as happening.
I think back on college. In four years, I think I grew. To 6'3". No, no, I'm kidding - I stayed the same height. And in the past year or whatever since I graduated, I think I have grown (if nothing else i drink a great deal more). And in another 3 or 4 years? I may be so unrecognizable, I'd think my mirror was a television in some sort of bizarre world where televisions actually show you other real people. I lost the metaphor there. I admit that, and so let's move on.
God I don't know. Why am I talking about marring anybody? I'm too much of a dork to really get any relationship going, let alone consider marriage. I think it's because my sister, who has been engaged since last Feb., just recently set a date for the actual wedding. I don't know much, other than that the groom will be in a Hawaiin shirt. Or something.
I really ought to leave it at that. I have probably already scared away any girl that may have been like, "oh, Dan - his friendster profile is nice, let's find out more about him. Oh, he's a bizarre nut. never mind." Not to generalize, ladies, but, well, you know how it goes.
So, Bernie Mac is singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame during the 7th inning stretch of game 6 in the NCLS. Dude may be funny, but he's not quite such a good singer.
And now I have a party to continue planning. I will again extend my invitation to anyone and everyone that can read this. Yes, the only requirement is that you can read. If you can read, then you can come. You don't even have to wear a costume, but, like, I'm betting that I will have the most ridiculous costume ever, and I just know that that's a bet you'd like to take. I dare you.
-dan
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So I'm sitting at Michigan and... I think Chicago. At some little square across from Water Tower. You know it. I wish that there were more such places round the city, but oh well.
So yeah, there I sit, after work drinking coffee. And there's this family sitting right around me. The little boy of the family, however, is not sitting. He's walking back and forth, back and forth chanting "I want my ice cream". No, I wasn't annoyed, or pissed off. I was a little boy once, and there are times when I want my ice cream. To this day. But I mean, man, that little boy just wouldn't give it up. And good for him. I don't think he should really be getting any ice cream, I'll be honest (dude was a little on the husky side - and I can say that because I was more than a little husky in my own youth). And his parents handled him with aplomb. As far as I knew, the boy didn't get any ice cream. But I'll say this for the parents - it's jsut cruel to visit Chicago, and then take a breather right across the street from Ghiradelli's. That's where the whole issue comes from, in my mind.
Like, it's Ghiradelli's. It says, quite clearly, ice cream and chocolate shoppe. You don't have to indulge your little boy, but you don't have to taun him, either.
This, of course, coming from a guy who intends on taking parenting lessons from the Roseanne Show, as well as the Cosby Show. But since, in a lot of ways, both shows raised me, shouldn't they, in turn, contribute to how I eventually raise my family?
Yes, that is far away. Very far away. I hope to dear god far away. I like kids enough and all, but I'm just not ready to start a damned family. Or even a non-damned family. Any family. It can be hard enough to live with 2 other guys. And sex isn't even involved. Nor will it ever be, if that's what you were wondering.
I mean, this is what I'll say - maybe the next girl I meet will be *the one*. Maybe I'll just know that, and everything will be great. I don't necessarily subscribe to the idea carried by Coupling that every technological advance in history has been to further Man's attempts to see more snatch (or 'bottoms' if you're British) (part of the joke being that man invited fire not for heat, or for cooking, but so that man could see women's bottoms at night), and so it's not like I see my life as a never-ending effort to get some. Therefore, I certainly wouldn't shy away from an intense, I-will-marry-you sort of relationship right now, but I just don't see that as happening.
I think back on college. In four years, I think I grew. To 6'3". No, no, I'm kidding - I stayed the same height. And in the past year or whatever since I graduated, I think I have grown (if nothing else i drink a great deal more). And in another 3 or 4 years? I may be so unrecognizable, I'd think my mirror was a television in some sort of bizarre world where televisions actually show you other real people. I lost the metaphor there. I admit that, and so let's move on.
God I don't know. Why am I talking about marring anybody? I'm too much of a dork to really get any relationship going, let alone consider marriage. I think it's because my sister, who has been engaged since last Feb., just recently set a date for the actual wedding. I don't know much, other than that the groom will be in a Hawaiin shirt. Or something.
I really ought to leave it at that. I have probably already scared away any girl that may have been like, "oh, Dan - his friendster profile is nice, let's find out more about him. Oh, he's a bizarre nut. never mind." Not to generalize, ladies, but, well, you know how it goes.
So, Bernie Mac is singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame during the 7th inning stretch of game 6 in the NCLS. Dude may be funny, but he's not quite such a good singer.
And now I have a party to continue planning. I will again extend my invitation to anyone and everyone that can read this. Yes, the only requirement is that you can read. If you can read, then you can come. You don't even have to wear a costume, but, like, I'm betting that I will have the most ridiculous costume ever, and I just know that that's a bet you'd like to take. I dare you.
-dan
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