Don (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} skippers) wrote,@ 2007-05-06 18:17:00 |
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omg you caught me
I don't have much time, but I want to get a couple things down before heading out in the next hour or so. This weekend's flown by (as time often seems to do), between friends or family or library visits.. and tomorrow is already in my mind. For some reason while I'm no friend of math and yet intimidated by organic chemistry, I like the latter more despite the other's ease--math is more boring on one level (and interesting on another), and easier, but it doesn't quite capture my attention.
There's a game later though (to like, play, not watch)... because I'm a brute like that. I haven't gotten together with a bunch of guys to skate on a team since high school - that's six years folks, the grey hairs will be popping up tomorrow no doubt, but between all the bruises and stiff lower backs.. it's going well so far. It isn't a very high skill league; we're all fairly decent, and a handful of the guys have or do play college hockey (not NCAA, but div. I or II in a league beneath that). I'm not talented like that, but I know how to play at that speed.
Just a couple of things to share though, nothing too big. One funny little story from looking around for some books in a public library, then something else.
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So while stepping into a restroom I hear this guy singing in the bathroom--on the pot. I'm not kidding. I don't know a lick about classical singing, but it sounded precisely like that from the brief exposure I've gotten from being dragged to a concert or two in the past couple years, and there he was in the stall singing away.
It was actually.. like, quite honestly, pleasant and you could call it beautiful, if you weren't aware that the guy was doing this while sitting on the john. I tip-toed back out after walking in... because for some reason I felt obliged to let him keep that bubble of utter anonymity, like how sometimes you might not want some fellow interstate/road driver to actually catch you singing along to a song on the radio, but I think I got caught too.
He went silent just as I made the escape from the operatic bathroom, so he definitely got the hint as much as I tried to disguise it. It was decidedly the most classy bathroom habit ever, though, easily.
And for the other thing... actually, I gotta roll, so that one thing will have to wait.
I don't have much time, but I want to get a couple things down before heading out in the next hour or so. This weekend's flown by (as time often seems to do), between friends or family or library visits.. and tomorrow is already in my mind. For some reason while I'm no friend of math and yet intimidated by organic chemistry, I like the latter more despite the other's ease--math is more boring on one level (and interesting on another), and easier, but it doesn't quite capture my attention.
There's a game later though (to like, play, not watch)... because I'm a brute like that. I haven't gotten together with a bunch of guys to skate on a team since high school - that's six years folks, the grey hairs will be popping up tomorrow no doubt, but between all the bruises and stiff lower backs.. it's going well so far. It isn't a very high skill league; we're all fairly decent, and a handful of the guys have or do play college hockey (not NCAA, but div. I or II in a league beneath that). I'm not talented like that, but I know how to play at that speed.
Just a couple of things to share though, nothing too big. One funny little story from looking around for some books in a public library, then something else.
-
So while stepping into a restroom I hear this guy singing in the bathroom--on the pot. I'm not kidding. I don't know a lick about classical singing, but it sounded precisely like that from the brief exposure I've gotten from being dragged to a concert or two in the past couple years, and there he was in the stall singing away.
It was actually.. like, quite honestly, pleasant and you could call it beautiful, if you weren't aware that the guy was doing this while sitting on the john. I tip-toed back out after walking in... because for some reason I felt obliged to let him keep that bubble of utter anonymity, like how sometimes you might not want some fellow interstate/road driver to actually catch you singing along to a song on the radio, but I think I got caught too.
He went silent just as I made the escape from the operatic bathroom, so he definitely got the hint as much as I tried to disguise it. It was decidedly the most classy bathroom habit ever, though, easily.
And for the other thing... actually, I gotta roll, so that one thing will have to wait.
