gunkanjima

first of all, this is the coolest thing i have seen in a while.

second, girlfriend is safely back in amsterdam, after some frantic scurrying through charles de gaulle airport that would have been much more difficult had she been toting a live cat, as was originally the plan. (or, perhaps it would’ve been much easier. like: “could i take a look at your boarding pass please?” “hmm! perhaps you would prefer to take a look at THIS FURIOUS AND BLADDER-CHALLENGED ANIMAL I AM HOLDING IN A TOTE BAG.”) instead, the cat remains with me, with the unspoken but firm agreement that i am permitted to harvest his fur every six weeks for incorporation into whatever garment i deem appropriate. right now i am working on leggings. the cat is resentful but ultimately accepting.

girlfriend and i got to spend some but not nearly enough time together.

attendance of a celtics game
we want to know: is kevin garnett always that intense? for example, we like to think that when he’s putting his kids to bed, it’s like: “whose house is this? whose house is this? THIS IS OUR HOUSE. AND AT 10PM, WE GO TO BED. YEAH. GET UP ON YOUR FEET. GET UP AND MAKE SOME NOISE. (BUT THEN STOP MAKING NOISE AND GET BACK OFF YOUR FEET BECAUSE I AM SERIOUS ABOUT IT BEING BEDTIME.)”

this is also as good a place as any to note that we now have the comcast sports package, and a lot of basketball is currently getting watched over at our place. if you are in the boston area, and on any given night you want to watch some basketball with three to five twentysomething dudes arguing over the utility of john hollinger’s PER metric, or whether kobe is ultimately motivated by his desire to distract people from the fact that he looks like a ferret, you are welcome over at our place. bring german gummi candy.

german gummi candy
we ate us some german gummi candy, and here i mean, i ate some german gummi candy and hid it whenever i thought girlfriend was getting “the craving.”

ice skating
ugh. this was a local indoor rink, on a sunday, between 2 and 4pm. if you have ever been in a family before and you do not have the brainpower of hummus, and you are presented with the scenario of sunday afternoon ice skating, your brain is telling you: “WARNING: CHILDREN. AVOID.” i, on the other hand, am an idiot. skating with children is pretty close to how i imagine piloting a space shuttle through an asteroid belt, and if you are as good at skating as i am, the space shuttle also has no brakes or steering, and can only dodge the asteroids by bellowing at them in alarm. at all times, fast-moving objects are whizzing around you, cutting you off, careening into your legs, etc.—and everyone involved has razor-sharp blades on their feet. i mean, come on. whoever thought of this should be murdered. needless to say, girlfriend is adept at skating and had a terrific time, and i didn’t knowingly decapitate anyone, so i guess it was a success.

literary magazines
we went to the coop and read literary magazines for a solid afternoon, basically in preparation for me submitting a bunch of Puppy Rabbit A Short Fiction Blog stories to them. this made us contemplative and melancholy.

then we went here and ate a truly unprecedented amount of guacamole.