Hooray!!

Dirk and I have just been taking it easy today - staying in out of the chilly rain, listening to some jams, sleepin'. At about 10pm we both decided that it might be nice to make some dinner. Together. As a family for the first time in almost a year. Nothing mundane would do, as pasta and stir fry have been boring for months, and leftover lentil soup does not sound yummy.

"What should we do on this icky day?" We both asked ourselves.

"Well, I just got paid yesterday", Dirk offered.

"Hmm. Wait, didn't you spend that all on--"

"--No, no, I didn't go THAT crazy last night", Dirk chuckled softly to himself.

"Sure, if you say so, Dirk." I eyed him uncomfortably for a second before returning to thoughts of food.

"Veau a la broche avec ail, oignon, fromage brie, et un sauce du vin rouge?" Dirk ventured.

Hmm...sounds good. "Wait, whats 'veau' again?" I asked.

"Veal."

"Oh. Yuck. Let's think of something else."

We both sat there staring at the pantry or else into space.

Suddenly, I had the perfect idea! "Hey! How about hamburgers?"

Dirk looked at me with disgust and a certain amount of disappointment. "I can't believe I live with someone that entertain that notion for even a second."

"Oh, Dirk. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I just thought..."

Dirk sensed tears coming on and was quick to comfort me. "No, no, Kyle. Don't you worry about it. I just get carried away sometimes. We can do hamburgers if you want, but would you consider making something like..." Dirk fished around in the air for a second, looking for an idea. "Like, um, for instance, chicken pot pie?"

I love chicken pot pie!

"Yeah!! Chicken Pot Pie!" I jumped up in the air with excitement.

"Well then, we better get started," so Dirk and I took off for the grocery store, and before long we had a piping hot chicken pot pie ready for us, perfectly golden-brown and flaky and delicious looking.

THE END

The Transcendental Turn

I'm at Arts Cafe reading my Kant and writing a precis on the Transcendental Analytic. It is slow and arduous, made moreso because of the way the light bulb hangs naked in front of the window that I'm facing. Seen from the corner of my eyes, I keep thinking that there is a poster of a smiling Dale Earnhardt Jr. looming constantly over me. It's pretty disconcerting, and it forces me to look up in the middle of paragraphs.

Remember Remember.

The Birth

Oh yeah, and our landlady had a baby in the apartment just above where Matt, Owen, and I were watching X-Files. It's a boy!

The Proposal

So I was hanging out yesterday and something came up where somebody was making fun of me and told me to "go blog about it". Well, I think that's a great idea. And I will. As soon as I remember what it is. I think it was something funny.

Remember Remember

I was thinking about myself just now and came up with this little ditty in anticipation of November fifth and in celebration of the day of my birth:

Remember remember the seventh of September,

The day Kyle Valade was begot.

I know of no reason

That day of the squeezin'

Shouldn't be cared for by a lot.

The Upstairs Neighbours

The people upstairs, whom I have never met, seem to be playing indoor soccer.

The Tidy

As of now, I am licking my paws and thinking of my former lover. Ah! But if I only had my testicles!