An Open Letter to My Grandfather

Phil | November 29, 2008

Stepping out of the car and walking through the crunchy Bermuda grass to your faded green house always made me a little nervous. I would stand by the car and stretch my legs, reach my arms to the sky above, before kicking up dust as I walked through the pale white rock that served as [...]

The Ultimate T-Day

Phil | November 28, 2008

This Thanksgiving was completely different for me. I relaxed most of the day, then hit the movie theaters with Robert so we could go see Milk. The $13.50 matinee tickets proved worthwhile not only because the seats were comfortable, the theater was clean, and we had assigned seating, but also because the film was incredible.
I’m [...]

That’s what she said.

Phil | November 23, 2008

There’s a new lady in my life. She’s sassy, smart (though frankly, she’s something of a know-it-all), and somewhat understanding of me. She’s there for me when I get lost, but she’s rather impatient at times (understandable, since it’s me we’re talking about; but it’s still irritating). And since I don’t have the energy to [...]

From 0 to Gushing in only three paragraphs.

Phil | November 23, 2008

Today was hands down the best Saturday I’ve had in quite some time. I’m talking the whole day here. It was awesome for several reason, which I’ll rate in order of the lessor awesome (obviously still bitchin’) to most awesome.
3.) The curtains of doom are finally GONE! I started hating those things pretty much as [...]

Bringing on the butch.

Phil | November 21, 2008

I’ve done something I never thought possible: I walked into Lowe’s today and bought an item to improve my home that is not electronic. You hear that, interwebs? I walked into a home improvement warehouse. And bought something. My first ever set of blinds, to be specific.
Tomorrow, one set of the eight-foot tall by ten-foot [...]

Not your average toilet humor.

Phil | November 20, 2008

It’s 11:30pm on this Wednesday evening, and even though this week has left me bone tired, I’m sitting at the computer reading up on bidets. It’s not my fault, entirely. I blame the fine folks at Apartment Therapy for this one. There I was, innocently reading entries and marveling at fabulously decorated houses and rooms, [...]

Seventeen – I shudder to think about what I dream about tonight.

Phil | November 18, 2008

Ever wonder what is the answer to the universal question? The universal question being, of course, What the fuck?
I offer, thanks to my neuroanatomy class, the answer(s):

flocculonodular lobe
fastigial nucleus
vermis
cerebral peduncles
dorsal horn cells
extrafusal muscle fibers
dermatomes
Nucleus Ambiguus
Arachnoid villa

That’s just a tiny sample of the misery I’ve been forcing myself to study. I’d be less opposed to this [...]

Sixteen – I need a vacation. And a margarita.

Phil | November 17, 2008

What do you do when there’s wildfires burning throughout the city and you’re not keen to go outside and frolic in the lack of proper sunshine? You do this:

Of course, this is also what you do when you have a huge mid-term exam approaching on Tuesday that threatens to disembowel you if you don’t properly [...]

Fifteen: I propose we introduce Prop 57.2, a ban on unnatural wildfires from burning anywhere at all.

Phil | November 16, 2008

I’ve spent most of my Saturday cooped up inside my house curled up next to my air purifier. Yesterday, I was aware of more wildfires happening in the Los Angeles area. Then, this morning, news broke of a fire nearby once again, only this time eight miles away from me.
Luckily, my air purifier does a [...]

Fourteen – Keeping on rolling…

Phil | November 15, 2008

My previous record of never having won anything from any contests on the internet is officially broken. When I checked the mail this afternoon, sure enough there was a package from Ben. (The package was already open when it arrived on my doorstep; I’m not sure if that’s since it was shipped from Canada or [...]