March 12, 2004
On Chocolate Mice and Men
Gary once told me about the time he went up to Vancouver, B.C. with his dog, Arnold. Arnold's a wicked cute pomeranian, and, as Gary so elegantly quiped, "a chick magnet." "You need to get a dog like that," he told me. "Or borrow Arnold."
As it turns out, chocolate mice function in quite the same way. Ha! And if only people knew how wicked easy they were to make. I thought about signing up for that talent fair or whatever, but then other people would know, and I wouldn't seem so cool. And that's what I am right now: cool.
I brought mice to my Int'l Law class. Lynette loved them. Everyone loved them. Noah loved them, but, since he brought cookies on Tuesday, was suspicious that I was just trying to one-up him. I was.
I brought mice to my tutorial with Seth. Lynette "passed by" his office in the middle of the session. If you knew/ know where their offices are in relation to each other, you'd find that as ironic as I do. Does Geraldine have diabetes? She said she wasn't supposed to eat chocolate, but Lynette convinced her to have one. I hope I didn't kill her; she seems so sweet.
I brought mice to Liene. She danced with glee, and took multiple pictures of the disappearing mice horde. In retrospect, I was thinking that she should have made one of her silent films, with subtitles. That would have been bang on. Some people carry miscellaneous tools around with them. I carry food. I mention this not so that you'll feel inclined to tackle me in real life, and rob me, but rather because I had bread, along with my chocolate mice, which Liene and I ate while conversing away the afternoon; conversing was fun, and distracting from the unpleasantness of Other Things.
I brought mice to my AISS. During the course of the evening, my mice were called many things, none of which I think they found offensive. I can't speak for how they felt about having their cute heads bitten off, but, overall, I think they are quite understanding about that sort of thing; they know, of course, just how delicious they are. And compliments DO go a long way, I think. Alicia suggested that I could win over any girl on campus with my chocolate mice-making ability. I'm a bit more discriminating than having my mice liked, and I bet chocolate mice would buy me only so much of a girl's heart, but still, the thought was nice. And distracting from the unpleasantness of Other Things.
You know, sometimes it's worth it -- taking all the pies in the face. Sometimes, you come through it feeling good. How was your day?
Dan, Sports Night
I came home. There's dishes in the sink. There's dirty clothes on the floor. There's dried roses in the vase. There's the Other Things in my heart.
"Sometimes, you just stand there... hip-deep in pie."
-Casey, Sports Night
Posted by Sean at March 12, 2004 12:52 AM