Oh yeah..Airhogs, the conclusion.

If you have been following the story of a remote controlled airplane I had called Airhogs:
We were playing with Airhogs.
On a good note.

A week or two ago my friend Doug at Millersville gave me a call. He said that since the plane had fallen off the roof and disappeared, he had been going to his neighbors asking if they had seen the plane. No one knew where the plane was. That day though he saw two kids playing out in the street so he went up to them. One of them was the 10 year old fat kid referenced in the note we left Doug before we left Millersville to tell him what originally happened. It said something like:

Airhogs stuck on roof, get help!
Fuck the fat kid.

So anyway, I shall recount the conversation Doug told me occurred earlier that day:
Doug: Hey you kids! Come here.
(kids walk over)
Doug: Have you seen a black airplane around? It looked like a stealth bomber.
Fat Kid: No. I havn't, I don't know what your talking about.
Kid's Friend(Talking to the fat kid): Hey wait, isn't that like the plane you have on your shelf?
(Fat Kid gives an evil stare to the friend)
Doug: Ahaa!
(Doug goes inside, gets the box, and shows the picture to the kids)
Doug: If you have this go get it now.

So the Fat Kid and his friend goes inside with Doug and sure enough Airhogs is sitting on the shelf. The Fat Kid had stolen Airhogs after we specifically told him to return it to us (he was watching us try to get it down before). Airhogs was almost lost but has since been returned in pretty good condition. In conclusion, Fuck the Fat Kid.

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Nothing.

Nothing really going on worth mentioning. I also can't think of any amusing thoughts..brain no work goodly. Maybe later.

Hey.

Hello everybody, whats going on with you? Anything interesting to discuss or describe? Leave a comment...if it's interesting enough I'll post it here.

We all live in a yellow submarine.

In the town where I was born,
Lived a man who sailed the sea,
And he told us of his life,
In the land of submarines.
So we sailed on to the sun,
Till we found the sea of green,
And we lived beneath the waves,
In our yellow submarine.

Food.

For dinner tonight I am eating stolen instant oatmeal from work. mmm mmm good.

People.

I have a bad problem not remembering the names of people I just meet. For example, I met someone for the first time today in the hallway at work and about a second after we exchanged names I forgot her name. I guess I'm just too focused on saying my name at the right point in the conversation and wondering what they want with me. Also, most people have common names so it just gets confusing. What makes it worse is that everyone can remember my name because it's so unusual. I end up walking around, having random people with familiar faces saying hi and talking to me.

What really sucks is when I ask someone a question and they tell me to go see someone else who I really should know by now. That's always trouble because it's too stupid of me to ask who that person is. What I usually do is wander around a bit looking for nametags or something, all the while acting casual. Although, it is amazing how long you can go without actually using someone's name. There is one guy in my office who says hi, by name, to me almost every day, for over a month now, and I draw a blank every time. I usually just respond with "hey" or "what's up?" and continue with whatever he was talking about. Funny part is he has a nametag on his clothes with his last name, which I could then use to find out his first name, but I havn't yet managed to get a good look at it.