On talent and toilets
There is nothing gross here, I just wanted to use a little alliteration. O snap. a-little-alliteration. See how that works out? Pretty freaking sweet is how that works out. I don't even know if I spelled that correctly. Anywho, moving on...
Talent. You know it when you see it. You have it or you don't. Yesterday, I witnessed talent, arrant, undeniable, raw talent. Now I'm learning to use chopsticks in my clumsy americanafied way. But I saw this dude eating what is basically like microfibrous spaghetti kind of noodles, like ramen but in soup and skinnier, with chopsticks. I think the dude was even eating the soup itself with the chopsticks. Ok, I lied. He was not eating the soup with the chopsticks. But it was still talent, and walked up and said, "Dude, you are THE man." Okay, I didn't say that.
Now, I moved into my apartment yesterday, which is awesome. It has lots of notable and blogspot-worthy aspects: marble floor, leather couch, cable, Japanese scenic paintings. But the thing that really rules is my toilet. It has a kind of ergonomic seat, that when the lid is lifted and you sit down, it is contoured to fit to your back. It's like a toilet chair or something. I'm thinking about moving my television into the restroom because the toilet is more comfortable than the one crappy aspect of my apartment which is my kingsized but sucky mattress. Cactus is more comfortable than my mattress. That all folks. Thanks for flying and enjoy your day. I'm enjoying mine.
Gerald R. Nord, former president
Talent. You know it when you see it. You have it or you don't. Yesterday, I witnessed talent, arrant, undeniable, raw talent. Now I'm learning to use chopsticks in my clumsy americanafied way. But I saw this dude eating what is basically like microfibrous spaghetti kind of noodles, like ramen but in soup and skinnier, with chopsticks. I think the dude was even eating the soup itself with the chopsticks. Ok, I lied. He was not eating the soup with the chopsticks. But it was still talent, and walked up and said, "Dude, you are THE man." Okay, I didn't say that.
Now, I moved into my apartment yesterday, which is awesome. It has lots of notable and blogspot-worthy aspects: marble floor, leather couch, cable, Japanese scenic paintings. But the thing that really rules is my toilet. It has a kind of ergonomic seat, that when the lid is lifted and you sit down, it is contoured to fit to your back. It's like a toilet chair or something. I'm thinking about moving my television into the restroom because the toilet is more comfortable than the one crappy aspect of my apartment which is my kingsized but sucky mattress. Cactus is more comfortable than my mattress. That all folks. Thanks for flying and enjoy your day. I'm enjoying mine.
Gerald R. Nord, former president
posted by nordy | 3:46 AM
3 Comments:
Brozeph and the technicolor frat coat...that really sucks but for whatever reason I love saying it. Glad to hear you have a good john in your place--I don't play FIFA anymore and you're still in Asia...something needs to be fixed.
Nords-
Good words. All of them. I bought a six pack of keystone light at ghetto heb this past homecoming weekend and called it the unemployed mans beer. It was cheap, $4.60 USD. Think of how many stones you could buy in Thailand? I thought you would appreciate that. Anyway, keep up the posts and let me know when you want to go back to Europe.How clutch was that charmen travel roll? Miss you bro.
-RVZ
hey man-are you still alive? no posts, no phone calls or emails...we can't have this bro. Hit me up with some goodness.
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