if you’re so messed up on godknowswhat and you order food at a restaurant, be a dear and don’t complain about it. it just makes people think you are more whacked out than you probably are…

tonight will also debut the inauguration of my official trivia night uniform:

although i personally like the original much better:

tomorrow night’s trivia will be about birth control and contraception…  be warned.

over at mcsweeney’s david hart has posted a really great section of very short (1 paragraph) stories that radiohead lead singer thom yorke might have written.  an excerpt from the full article:

Whoopsie the Clumsy Dragon

In the dragon family in the enchanted cave, there lived Mother, Father, Brother, and Whoopsie. Whoopsie tried to be like the other dragons, but anytime he tried to help he ended up making a mess. Diplomats destroy the ozone and waiting, wailing. Crawl in the hole, leap the banshee, and eat the sunlight. Tonight, tomorrow, why bother? Another. Another. I’m a grown monkey wastechain.

someone today pointed out that my trivia night always starts late…and they’re right…sort of.  originally, when we didn’t know how the whole thing would work, we said we would start at 9, and then as people trickled in that wanted to play, we eventually made the time 9:30 for the start.  but we never changed the website or anything like that.    now, it seems like everyone who is going to play is there by 9, so i think i’m going to try to get things moving a little earlier from now on….  i probably still won’t start at exactly 9, but i also won’t be waiting around until 9:30 before reading the first question either.

tracy sent me this link that i think is pretty funny. it’s restaurants/stores that used to be other restaurants or stores. while some people might say these are creative…i merely have to point out that i have no idea what a freaking “kembass” is:

justin is looking for people to join his adult dodgeball team. by adult, he means grown ups, not sexually explicit. although, now that i think of it, it could be sexuall explicit as well. email me if you want contact info.

famous monkeys for tomorro night. which is now tonight. i am indeed a slackass

So as I’m cranking away at my memoir, i realize i need to come up with a title.  the title is really the key as to whether or not the book goes on to be a best seller, so i thought i would engage the help of the lulu titlescorer.

turns out that my original title "How I Got to Be So Fucking Smart" has not nearly enough star-quality.  especially when compared to my new alternate title "Panda Bear and Raincloud"

The title How I Got to be So Fucking Smart has a 35.9% chance of being a bestselling title!

The title Panda Bear and Raincloud has a 63.7% chance of being a bestselling title!

Panda Bear and Raincloud WINS!

thanks to the awesomeness of typepad, i can now easily edit stuff on my palm…right now i’m somewhere over west virginia, trying to sleep…i can’t really sleep on planes well, and this trip is no different, except that i have a terrible headache. it’ll be good to be home…retreat is definitely one of my favorite annual events, but i forget every year how exhausting it can be. i’ll just be glad to get home. i’ll put a full report together when i have a real keyboard.
brief highlights:
-seeing all the great people i know and love…trish, biz, shanna, david, phil, jeremy, the dominicks, boyd, joe, and a plethora of others
-meeting more great coffee people
-seeing don holly’s coffee history class and dan ephraim’s grinding class
-presenting and having it not suck big time
-watching straight to hell with wendy on the way to the airport
-sharing my love of youtube with the guild