It was a master stroke of fortune that Ray called me last May with an offer to live together. I was planning to be out on my own (just as I plan to when we return to the Armpit of New England - new glossary term!), but it totally made financial and logistical sense to take him up on the offer. Ray's been about the best roommate one could have - not once did we get into a serious argument over anything apartment-related. Of course, that wasn't just because we got along well; the fact that we both had to fend off the SDT's attempts to render us insane rendered unimportant any petty squabbles. Since I've known him, he introduced me to, among other things, Tucker Max. And a week never went by without him leaving a YouTube link on my IM. I showed him the greatness of Yuengling, something he will have total access to at the "True Nexus of Hate," his new apartment in Saratoga Springs, New York. It's strategically located - and by that, I mean it's within stumbling distance of the row of bars on Caroline Street. The thought of kicking off the Post-Navy Roadtrip on a Friday night with him, in that city, brings me hope and raises my happiness.
there's a bit of joy in Portsmouth...
It was a master stroke of fortune that Ray called me last May with an offer to live together. I was planning to be out on my own (just as I plan to when we return to the Armpit of New England - new glossary term!), but it totally made financial and logistical sense to take him up on the offer. Ray's been about the best roommate one could have - not once did we get into a serious argument over anything apartment-related. Of course, that wasn't just because we got along well; the fact that we both had to fend off the SDT's attempts to render us insane rendered unimportant any petty squabbles. Since I've known him, he introduced me to, among other things, Tucker Max. And a week never went by without him leaving a YouTube link on my IM. I showed him the greatness of Yuengling, something he will have total access to at the "True Nexus of Hate," his new apartment in Saratoga Springs, New York. It's strategically located - and by that, I mean it's within stumbling distance of the row of bars on Caroline Street. The thought of kicking off the Post-Navy Roadtrip on a Friday night with him, in that city, brings me hope and raises my happiness.
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The one in the arena...
I spend most of my early weekday evenings Tweeting about Jeopardy!. While it's fun to opine and/or snipe from the sidelines, it was quite another…
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Bonecoming 2017: the second and more contemporaneous part
A few days ago, I posted an entry about my trip back to Cornell last October, and promised to share a Facebook post I wrote shortly after I…
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You are here... and you are home.
May 1996. My high school band took a trip to Toronto. (We could do such things without passports back then.) The outbound leg of that trip…
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