"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Eh, it happens.

I love when I realize I've done something so stupid I can't help but say it out loud, not necessarily to out of disbelief, as Hollywood suggests people do when shot (e.g., "Fuck me", "Shit on me", "Fucking shit fuck shit", and other scatological references involving grinding), but that in some way by saying it -- by actually generating the sounds, extruding them into the aether, and then having them enter my ears, parsed and processed by my brain -- I will fully comprehend just how fucking stupid I've been.

For instance: Sitting in bed, cross-legged, laptop in front of me, hacking on Cognition's templates, I pause, look up at the blank wall in front of me and say, aloud, to the empty apartment (no one to hear but Smack the stuffed monkey):

"I left the salsa in the fucking freezer last night, didn't I."

July 6, 2005 3:47 PM

Wow. You're my favorite. (And at least it wasn't that nasty wanna-be-cheese crap)

Posted by: calliope at July 6, 2005 6:19 PM

You're lucky the jar didn't explode. Scraping shards of glass which have been cemented to the walls of one's freezer by solidified chunky salsa seems like a less-than-fun activity.

Also, you shouldn't buy dented cans of food, unless you aim to cultivate a black market trade in home-grown Botox.

Posted by: Dan at July 6, 2005 6:29 PM

I thoroughly enjoy playing with glass. Blood is fun!

I'm pretty sure that's just how those cans of chili are designed. I've bought three or four now, and they've all been dented.


Both Dan and Wikipedia are so uplifting.

Posted by: bda at July 6, 2005 8:32 PM

G: I haven't had that Doom Cheese since you yelled at me!

Posted by: bda at July 6, 2005 8:39 PM

Mild? You pussy.

Posted by: Stevers at July 7, 2005 11:40 AM
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