I'm not half the man I used to be, I'm thrice!

It turns out that it was one of my roommates birthdays on Tuesday and what a great place to celebrate. Very late indeed, the Security guard at the hotel offered to drive us to an appropriate adult-themed bar outside of town as long as we didn’t bring beers in the car with us because he “is really trying to be a cop here, and that wouldn’t look right.” The staff at this place was notably friendlier than expected, and the bathroom was astonishingly clean. I would recommend it to all but road tripping seniors on their way to Mt. Rainier. Also, Eugene is full of places with unexpectedly good food. Bars with nothing more than a digital jukebox and domestic tap beers serve grilled veggie sandwiches on fresh bread until 2am, and ordering spinach artichoke dip at 11:30 does not render the expected snot crock, but rather a cool mixture of fresh-seeming ingredients so that you can taste vegetables equally with the salt and dairy on a bed of lettuce with hearty flatbread.

“Maybe I can see that assuming that satiating my many desires my not be the real meaning of my life.” I include this as an example of a sentence I would not write. If assuming that satiating is a bad thing, I’m thinking that modifying my acting might be benefiting. I’ve been caught in this act many times (not what it sounds like). Now I have no chance of getting on noimpactman’s links page.

There are a bunch of new people coming on our job (not what it sounds like) this week and so we’ve been granted, get this, two bus seats for everyone! Correction: the man who hit the home run into Leslie’s Pools right field poolist cool-a-thon (“clean pool water for strong families, that’s the Dbacks way! ™”) appears to be named Eric Byrnes, not Anders as previously cited in these pages. We like him because he wears knee socks (thankfully also with pants). The Manufacturers apologize to Mr. Byrnes, his many girlfriends and his black turbo Porsche.