NPR should lose funding everytime they simulcast garrison keillor on am and fm. Give us a freakin choice.
Yyyeahhhh (office space) is the opposite of heyyyyyyyy! (boisterous Mediterranean greeting)
“Suge” should really be pronounced to rhyme with Scrooge. If I were him I’d spell it Shūg.
things i don’t care about, chapter 112: gadgets encrusted with swarovki crystals
Sorry, Gap, pants should always be plural. You don’t see Staples talking about this year’s black and stainless safety scissor.
To-do lists are the lucy-holding-the-football of my life. Every time I write one I have to delete the old one I never looked at.
Time to get rid of the phrase “reads like stereo instructions.” They’re pretty self-explanatory nowadays.
Good band name: The Conrad Bain of my Existence.
You know who’s kind of like a trickster god? The noid.
Catalina: it’s like ketchup for your salad!
I'm Michael Condouris, and this is my second blog. The first one's Wacky Neighbor. I was born in 1975 in New Jersey. I live in Aberdeen, NJ, with my fiancée Carrie, in our new suburban paradise. We have two pets, a Shih Tzu named Coco and a beagledor named Zoë. I was on Jeopardy once. I lost, though, just like in the Weird Al song.
Besides Smallistry, my interests include robots, space, movies, movies about robots and/or space, and Mexican restaurants. Recently I've also become fond of the Wii and ancient history. I dislike conversations about food, sports, other people's children, and conspiracy theories. I'm ok with talking about the weather though. My hat size is 7 1/4, and I have no sense of smell.
I've pretty much stopped blogging in the last, oh, 6 months or so, because talking about tiny things got a bit stale and life had a habit of getting in the way. So for the time being, the site will live on as a Twitter feed of whatever floats through my head.
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