Post-Script - by Jon

Disclaimer: this blog post does not absolve Ian of his responsibility to write tomorrow. I just wanted to write some things down before I forget them, and make up for Friday's thin post.

Talking Point #1:

I'm starting a new job on October 6th, and am effectively on vacation until then. When I get bored, that boredem tends to manifest itself in charmingly domestic ways. Lately, I have been on something of a baking/cooking tear, prompting my roommate Rob to mention that I'm "like the black Martha Stewart." I disagreed, because if I really were the black Martha Stewart, I would have gone to jail much earlier. And I'd still be there now. I'm just sayin'...

Talking Point #2:

Somewhat related to the first point, it occured to me while baking that banana bread becomes somewhat less appetizing if you accidentally contemplate bananas as the feces of some great, yellow beast. Think, colour and texture.

If you want me to ruin any more desserts for you, let me know.

Talking Point #3:

This morning, I received a text message from a friend that read, "Jon, do you have parking in your area?" Random question, but since we're having a party on October 3rd, I suppose this friend wanted to know where she could park. I phoned her back immediately, and my call went to voicemail.

I then received a text message explaining why my friend didn't pick up my call. She wrote,

"Hey sorry. Haha. I'm at church. Haha... I should be paying attention!"

Let the record now show that in 25 years on this planet, I have never in a single instance been more tempted to send somebody, via cellphone messaging, a picture of my penis.

Instead, I am saving that particular gag for the next wedding I attend.

Talking Point #4:

It has been pointed out to me, and would be unfair not to mention, that bananas don't necessarily have to be imagined as the feces of some great, yellow beast. Instead, they can be imagined as the feces of a great beast who simply ate too many yellow things.

Blame Rob for that one.

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Hope this makes up for Friday. Over and out.