Part of me wants to stop losing weight as I have only just discovered that right now I’m exerting against the Earth a force of about 1 kilonewton. That’s a nice round number.
(You’ll definitely have to click to view the large photo in order to see what I’m talking about.)
This evening I watched “Without a King” (on Netflix), a documentary about Swaziland, the last absolute monarchy in Africa. In one final scene, I noticed something awesome. When HRH First Princess Sikhanyiso goes out to see an HIV/AIDS orphanage, a crowd of children gathers around her. For a brief moment, you see a kid wearing a white t-shirt with the words, “CLAY SEX”, emblazoned on the back. That’s all.
Anyway, I recommend this film. The country is predominately Christian, and for all of the complaints the people and the international community have about the king, the filmmakers follow his first wife to church where she worships with sincerity. Plus, the First Princess attended Biola in the mid-Naughts. Be warned that a few scenes have National Geographic-style nudity. (Some people may recognize my appreciation of this film to be the result of my interest in monarchy.)
IM-rony
me: hey
her: hi
me: sorry, firefox froze
me: so, i figured i'd move from the desktop to my laptop in the meantime
her: ooo
me: we never have complete conversations
her: yeah that's true
me: one of us is always leaving
her: yeah
her: speaking of which, brb
me: k
I want you to shave your face off. It tickles you. You will get a new one.
— Joy, commenting on my beard
Bless her heart. The girl taking my order at El Pollo Loco spelled my name, “Cley,” on the the check.
Heard on NPR, “What the Saints’ win means for one hurricane survivor…” What? Maybe Bush will finally send FEMA in to clean up that mess.
With my hood up, I look like the Unabomber slash the director of “Jay and Silent Bob”.
My pillow unfortunately does not have a cool side.

