NEEEEERRRRRRDDDDDS!!!!!!!!!

I am a nerd. I fully admit that. I am extremely proud of that. I have a very good friend, hell, she's my best friend, who actually appreciates and loves that I'm a nerd. She is progressing very well along her road to extreme nerd-dom. To wit, this chat, which began in reference to a typo:

A: I mean, 'u' and 'i' are right next to each other
(which would make an AWESOME pun, btw)
J: hahahaha
they did it on purpose you know
A: or a bad pickup line
J: very bad
hahaha
funny but
OH!
A: "Hey baby, let's be a QWERTY keyboard." "What?" "So U and I can be right next to each other forever."
*SMACK*
J: and i am between 'o' and 'u'
OMG!
that's so bad
A: hahahaha
HAHAHAHAHA
OH MY
(rofl)
J: imagine the whole thing together
baby lets be a qwerty keyboard. u and i will be together and i will be between u and o(hhhhhhhhhhh).

Errr... yeah. I think the following picture will summarize everything quite succinctly.

A beautiful sentiment

I was having a conversation with some people about the meaning of life. Someone, surprisingly more pessimistic than myself (heh), proposed that "People only exist to break others' hearts" as the opener for this discussion and it grew from there. Whether you agree or not with that statement (for the record, I whole-heartedly do not), it is difficult to deny the beauty of this sentiment, shared by a married man about his wife:

"After seriously contemplating this idea for several minutes, seriously, I disagree with your premise. There is only one person's heart, other than my own, that I have the slightest interest in: my wife of almost 15years. I go out of my way to make sure that she is as happy as humanly possible. That she will wake up in the morning knowing that she is loved and appreciated, never taken for granted. And that she will go to sleep every night with a smile on her face. I have no interest in breaking her heart. I have no interest in any other heart." - g(TF)

Wow. I don't think I have ever seen a more simple and more accurate statement of what marriage should be. Lucky guy, eh?

I have no interest in breaking her heart. I have no interest in any other heart.

Home(less)

"Home, to me, is the place where you know where everything is in the kitchen."

This occurred to me the other day as I was watching a friend pack, getting ready to move out of her place for good. I went to the store to get some food, and this thought struck me. As someone who likes to cook, it seems rather apt. It describes just how comfortable I have to feel in a place in order to call it home. Granted, I didn't live there, but the place you live isn't necessarily "home". Still, her place wasn't home, but it felt more like home to me than any dwelling I've been in for a long time, even those I've actually lived in. I knew my way around the kitchen. That's "home" enough for me.

To have that degree of comfort with a place and with the person or people living there is a wonderful thing. Even if the person living there is you and you alone.

Where I live is not home. It is a place to sleep and occasionally hide from the world, but it is not home. While I am very comfortable with the person living there, it is not home. It doesn't have a kitchen.

Right now, I am homeless.

Sandbox

A sandbox is a place to play around, build up, tear down, laugh, cry, babble, imagine, tell the truth, lie, and even eat some sand, if you feel so inclined. In a sandbox, you can say what you want, as long as there are no grown-ups around to admonish you for your foul language. You can do what you want. You can be what you want. You can ignore the reality beyond the sides of the box.

So, build a sand castle. Knock it down. Write the word "fuck" in the sand. Maybe hastily cover it up or scratch it out if the eyes of a too nosy grown-up wander a bit too close. Or not. Do what you want. It's a sandbox.

Play.

Have fun.