Today I heard from two friends I hadn't heard from in a long time. James Deruyter and Jon Murton. Both of which were supposed to be groomsmen but James had to back out due to his teaching English in China. He's been over there for about a year now and I got a few emails from him which was really cool. He was always a guy I looked up to on the hall as he was more mature than I but also was a superb video game player. He whiped the floor with me time and time again. He's teaching English over in China and seems to really enjoy it. He's a natural teacher as he sort of not only can convey complex ideas in a way that makes you interested and enjoy his explanation, but he can also teach by example, which to me is always been the best way I learn, well that and learning by failure.
Jon's moved up to Wisconsin in order to explore the northern midwest. I wish he'd move back to the south just so we could hang out more but he seems to be like the Incredible Hulk, wandering until he finds a home. He was another good friend of mine at school, one who really challenged me and helped me through some rough times. Also helped me to adjust to the ragingly complex dynamics of life at a small college. He was one of my groomsmen and the last time I saw him was at my wedding.
I spent the bulk of the night working on a work bench in the basement. I pretty much just took some 2x4's and a piece of ply wood and started sawing and screwing things together. Came out ok, still needs more screws though. And its like I always say, "When in doubt, screw!" (My wife is currently dying of laughter over that quote.)
In the interest of appeasing Scott, work was good today, I busted it. I feel like I always write when I've had a bad day at work so I figure I ought to assure those who think i hate my job...
"Ca dinga ca chinga ca stinga, You know what that means...." If you don't know what that means I suggest you rent Cabin Boy the movie. One of the greatest and worst movies ever made. For the record "Ca dinga ca chinga ca stinga" means "I kissed a girl" Its sailor talk.
Glad to hear that work was okay. I won't feel obligated to report you to your superiors. Your Cabin Boy quote reminds me of my rap listening days in high school (specifically a song by De La Soul from the album Three Feet High and Rising.
"Jenny, lost her favorite penny,
So I gave her a dollar.
She kissed me and I hollered."
Did jon call you? That putz needs to call me. he hasn't in a good old while.
Posted by: crabby at May 26, 2004 05:26 PMI'm a little concerned about Concerned.
Posted by: yourbrother at May 27, 2004 08:58 PM