I’ve No Idea What to Write About

Wednesday, February 16th, 2005, 2:21 pm

But I have a few minutes to go in my lunch hour and feel like exercising my fingers. Well, if you don’t want to waste your time to read the insanity that Iggy is posting throughout the day. Maybe not such a good idea if you’re at work, as I started laughing so hard I nearly spewed and that’s rather an odd occurance here in my quiet office.

A brief aside–the other day, after lunch, I had to visit the rest room. We all have to do this from time to time…actually, if you don’t, see your doctor immediately. There are 2 stalls, one of which was occupied, and since I’m the polite sort I selected the empty one. I took my place, some time passed…and the guy in the stall next to me bursts out laughing. Not a giggle, not a guffaw, a loud “BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”. OK, didn’t expect that under the circumstances. I thought about it and came up with a ready explanation–the guy printed out something to read while he did his business, came upon a humorous anecdote, and understandably could not contain his mirth. Mystery solved.

Except, after we both completed our transactions, and we left our fortresses of solitude, he didn’t have any reading material with him. Nor had he left any in his stall (yes, I checked). So, apropos of nothing, a guy sitting on the can just ups and starts laughing his head off. Now, I’m the sort whose train of thought often leads him into a funny place and I just laugh to myself, a quirk that endlessly pisses off my wife. But when I’m in situations where such laughter would be inappropriate (an arraignment, say, or a coronor’s inquest) I have the tact and discipline to keep it inside. Not this guy. “BWAHAHAHAHAHA!”. Didn’t look the least bit embarrassed about it. I would’ve been.

Otis is in France covering the latest EPT event. In his post he taunts me by saying that did rather well in a little tournament there, and when it got down to four players he found himself sitting next to Isabelle Mercier. I hate Otis. I have nothing personal against him, other than hating him. Just wanted that to go on the record. Tho he did post another photo of Isabelle on the EPT blog…nah, I’m gonna hate him anyway.

I have to catch up on some previous blog reading, as I’m going to explore some sites outside the Party/Empire, uh, empire and do a little bonus whoring. I’m almost to the point where my bankroll is large enough to survive the vicissitudes of fate, especially at the stakes I play at. A little free money never hurts, and I’ve been lax in seeking it out.

OK, perhaps I’ll write more later, but as I have nothing of interest to say, probably not. Then again, that didn’t stop me this time, did it?

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2 Responses to “I’ve No Idea What to Write About”

  1. HumanHead Says:

    Gene, even your inanities remain fun and interesting–keep ’em coming.

  2. Tokyo James Says:

    I’d guess he was idly checking his SMS/email messages on his phone and received a howlingly funny one. Or else the Cylons are projecting into his brain again.

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