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Below you will find my weblog, or just blog. The name may not strike you right away, but you'll get it after I ask you one question: How many letters are there in the alphabet?

I use these twenty−six letters to share moments I experience, thoughts I come upon or ideas I have that I don't feel like keeping to myself. Writing them gives me the ability to share with you.

Maybe you'll laugh, maybe you'll swallow hard, maybe you will learn something about me that you didn't previous know, or maybe you'll relate the words below to something in your own experiences. You may even know the subjects I allude to between the paragraph tags.

So much that I will often write without proofing. If I offend you, it is nothing personal, simply my opinion. I'll complain about things that bother me, things I find offensive and just random thoughts I hold onto long enought to transfer to my blog.

The only thing you need know is that I love to write.


Se[eC]attle

Your environment can mess with you. (So can bullies and pain killers, but for the following combination of characters, we’ll focus on the meteorological aspects.)

The importance of the Sun’s energy is vital to life on Earth – even if you’re a cave-dwelling cockroach, the Sun’s energy somehow helps support your life.[1]

So, you can imagine what three days of rain back-to-back will do to an Austin resident…it threw my entire program off, and almost threw me off my feet.

For three days, I didn’t wake up to sun, didn’t drive to work with sunglasses on, didn’t roll my windows down on the way to work, and I couldn’t go running outside after work. Plus, during one of my lunch breaks, I almost slipped and busted my pride/ass on the floor of my parking lot/grassy knoll.[2]

Dear Clouds,

Texas is for livestock, good weather, great music, oil and republicans. Please, turn off the water in Texas and go back to Seattle, where rain and phenomenal athletic teams belong.

Thanks,
Ross

[1]I watched the first 4 episodes of Planet Earth (about Planet Earth) on Sunday.

[2]Dress shoes are notorious for having slick bottoms, like slugs, so when someone (in this case, me) walks from their car to their apartment and steps on the slanted portion of the curb, it is easy to imagine how the outside foot quickly becomes the inside foot and “hello,” said my ass to the ground. Beyond the abrupt meeting, things just get ugly…I now have a wet, grassy stain on my bruised right hip and a strong hope that no one else saw the incident.[3]

[3]A footnote within a footnote! This was all what could have happened; everything up to “hello” did happen.

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