I, LoBot

First off, fires are getting played out. Palo Alto is literally burning down and the Peninsula is on fire. It's getting hard to concentrate around here.

Next off, I was thinking that with the headset in cars law coming up in July '08 that maybe we could pass a law that says that if you are not in a car and are in public that you have to use your handset rather than publicly humiliating yourself by using your BlueToof headset. They are down to $30 retail for most phones and are not a sign of status anymore. So, please put them in your glovebox and step away from the car. You look like LoBot from Empire Strikes Back. You only found out his name if you read the credits or bought the action figure, but I assure you he is a bad ass...hold on...googling LoBot FanFiction. Yep. Lobot fanfiction. Holy crud. There is fanfiction for everything. Go ahead try and stump the Interweb with a fanfic search on 1-800-flowers. Actually, give me twenty minutes. I'm writing it right now. I'm also sketching out an outline for fanfiction devoted to the R2-D2 mailbox.

Last off, I've been not-dating someone for the sole fact that I shouldn't be dating anyone right now, but feel bad that I'm undateable because the other person (for some reason) thinks I'm a'ight. I, personally, see the situation as going nowhere and am subconsciously doing things to throw shots across the bow to protect the other person from the inevitable cold shouldering and under-the-breath commenting that will more than likely be the end result of the whole situation. I would love to stay friends with the other person involved, but that never really works out. Someone always takes it personal when it really isn't anyone's fault. Stuff just doesn't work out sometimes and you just aren't in as much control as you ever think you are. Nuts and Gum are never going to work out, no matter how much therapy you put the nuts through. Also, Paula Abdul and that cartoon cat eventually had a falling out, even though opposites do attract. Opposites never attract over the long term and really only amount to a one night stand for the conquest sex type person or maybe a few months until annoyances bubble up and manifest themselves as a fight of fish vs. chicken or cold vs. warm or fuck, mu shu chicken vs. chicken chow mein.

Anyway, I think it's near an end because the other morning I woke up and she had left for the first time ever. In addition, all of her clothes were gone. That's a first. Normally, Fridates last until at least Sunday evening. The kicker, though, is that I've been finding stuff around my house that she had returned without telling me. It's super weird. I keep finding stuff around. Maybe I should just clean more.

Regardless, I'm hoping for a soft nose-up crash landing with minor cuts and abrasions rather than an endo combined with a nard pack off of a homemade jump on a Huffy with mushroom grips that ends with someone running inside the house and crying to their mother. Wow, that was a flashback.