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This evening, I walked along the brick sidewalk, eating a hotdog I had picked up at the C-store. Well, with every bite, the hotdog slid a bit toward my mouth, so by the time I got half way through the bun, there was no hotdog left, and I really didn?t mind. That?s when it hit me. THE NOTDOG!!! It?s a hotdog without the weiner. Just a bun full of tastiness. As I was enjoying a bun full of chili, onions, ketchup and mustard, I realized, ?This is the reason people eat hotdogs anyway!? Hotdog itself implies substandard meat. Nobody likes the wiener; it?s all about what you put on it. So I could start selling Notdogs. Or you could. I don?t mind, because I don?t have the initiative to do anything about it.

I’m back!!!!

I think I’d like to move my family every weekend. There were so many people over here (and there) today helping. Lots of cool people from church. And a bunch of the neighbors came by to offer help or to bring cookies or just say hi. Three times, delicious prepared meals — enough for an army — came through the door or one house or the other. (Plus, I had some Bill’s hot dogs in the fridge. Yes!) Between today and yesterday, we made four trips with the U-Haul. Lots of work, lots of company and lots of good food. That’s the way I like it. Oh, and of course, it’s a two story house, so there was lots of grunting and sweating, pushing solid wood furniture up the stairs. The good news, and the bad news, is that it rained all day. My first shirt was retired early, as I ended up being the one to pass all the furniture from the van to the garage in the pouring rain — catching all the water off the roof. The second shirt was retired (along with my shorts) after slithering under the house, from one end to the other, to attach a dryer hose. After I emerged, covered from head to toe in mud, rust, insulation, I figured I was allowed to take a shower and sit down for a few minutes.
Note I said, “I’d like to move my family every weekend,” because moving in and out of dorms is not so much fun. Not nearly so much fun. I’m not as excited about moving myself next week — and the next.
Did I mention that I don’t really have any furniture here at my parent’s place? I’m sleeping in the bonus room tonight.

Summer break is here, and I’m moving, so that means the computer is getting unplugged. The result: for the next couple of weeks, you’ll probably find a lot of dead links here. Most of my pictures will be gone. But fear not! Everything will be back to normal, probably a little better, by the 17th.
Have fun at the pool!

So I’m back home in W-town. It smells like the beach here. There’s a breeze and it’s not so humid. There’s also a Bojangles! We’re going there for breakfast.
There was a 45 minute conversation about which bed is going in my new bedroom. Very difficult topic. I’m doing my bit to help the moving effort by eating the unused pizza I found in the refrigerator.
Wedding tomorrow, so I get to wear my suit. I’ll be very metrosexual.

Hey! Rebecca wrote about me, and people are saying mean things. Isn’t that happy?

Steven Tyler rocks my socks off. Liv Tyler is the hottest elf I know. Steven Cojocaru is just cool.

Okay, so I’m basically bored out of my mind right now. I have one more class during summer session, starting in about an hour. I got to campus early this morning and finished my last programming project before my first class. That class only lasted about 15 minutes, just long enough to hand out the take-home final and to do course evaluations. That then left me with something like four hours to kill. I suppose I could have worked on my final, but really…it’s not due for two weeks. I’ve had lunch, a nap, read some of Les Mis, walked around campus, read all my usual blogs, and I’m bored out of my mind. I should be splashing in the pool or something now. Work this afternoon, I’ve got a little break tomorrow.
Well, how about this: In The Matrix (the original), the movie playing in the Oracle’s apartment is Night of the Lepus. Do you guys remember this one? It used to play on TBS all the time. Terribly made movie about giant mutant rabbits. I believe it was still better than The Matrix: Reloaded, nevertheless.
One o’clock. Press “Return.”

Shopping. Shopping for socks. I am a man. That means when I go to buy socks, I can buy black socks, brown socks, or white. All athletic socks are white. All dress socks are black or brown. They cost a minimum of $2.50 a pair. So why is it that girls socks come in every shade, every pattern, stripe color combinations, prints, and for $1.50 a pair? Why am I wearing solid black socks? Life is so unfair.

I called the Nederlander Theatre today to exchange my rent tickets for another date. The chap on the other end wasn’t giving me a lot of love. He said I’d have to call the day of the show to find out if I could get in. Not being satisfied with that, I called back to see if I couldn’t schedule something in advance. Note, this occured at approximately 5:30 PM on a Tuesday. It went something like this:

BoxOfficeJunkie: You’ll have to talk to a manager to set that up.
bdparker: Okay, can I talk to a manager?
BoxOfficeJunkie: You’ll have to call back.
bdparker: When?
BoxOfficeJunkie: During the day.
bdparker: wha? When can i talk to a manager?
BoxOfficeJunkie: During the day
bdparker: Uh, when is the day?
BoxOfficeJunkie: We open at 10.
bdparker: Until when?
BoxOfficeJunkie: Call back during the day.
bdparker: When do you close?
BoxOfficeJunkie: 8
bdparker: but…so, from 10-8.
(I’m trying so hard to figure this out)
bdparker: It’s between 10 and 8. So when can i speak to a manager?
(This guy does drugs.)
BoxOfficeJunkie: Call back during the day.
(I’m doing my quick timezone conversion; 5:30 PM in Raleigh is….5:30 PM in New York.)
bdparker: It is the day. Where’s the manager.
BoxOfficeJunkie: I don’t know, he’s out.

This being the first actual answer I had gotten to a question, I took it as a sign that we were beginning to communicate and asked the guy out. So to recap;
The manager is there during the day. The day is between 10 and 8. Not all hours between 10 and 8 are the day. To find out which hours will be in the day, you’ll have to call the day of that hour.