I’ve been hearing all about these Harrison Ford sightings in the Wichita area, and tonight I finally found out why. He’s been in Wichita, training to fly helicopters! I’m perplexed as to why he came here to do that, although we are the “Air Capital of the World.” I don’t think I’d say anything to him if we met; I’d just nod my head slowly, both of us knowing damn well that we are complete strangers. And it will be that way forever. [Update: Kurt Russell is also here. Read about both celebrities in Wichita here.]
Someone was stabbed in the downtown library today. Was it because of a disagreement in philosophy?
My friend Brian came and visited me from Manhattan this afternoon. He was here on business, and I got a chance to catch up and see his latest Apple products… his iBook and iPod looked really, really cool.
After playing poker with many people tonight, I was feeling creative while walking out to my car. Suddenly, my mouth drops open, and I whisper this in a sing-song voice to no one in particular:
“Reese’s, Pieces; where’d you get those feces?”
~set to the song “Jeepers Creepers”
I forgot to mention that I got a fart whistle for my birthday. It was a present for my sister, and I use it as a distress call.
With it is my least favorite kind of candy in a Runts box. Banana ones are the hardest to chew, taste the worst, and make you wonder who’s great idea it was to include them. “Well, we have oranges, apples, limes, and every other round fruit we can think of in this candy. Even some that don’t exist! Oh wait, what about bananas?!?!?! Shit!”