Monday, January 23, 2006

Tiny Amusements

A recent search that brought some silly googler to Nesting Ground: bridge to my Filipino nose. Sounds like a bad title for an even worse personal essay. One I could easily write, by the way...

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Risa received a Magic 8 Ball on her birthday. First, she asked it what we were having for dinner. I then explained that she could only ask it a "yes or no" question. She paused for a moment, said "Does God really exist?" and then shook the hell out of the thing. When the answer came up, she shrugged and walked away.

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We put our Dutailier nursery glider up on Craigslist yesterday (interesting to note that it hasn't been put to use in a good two years. Ah, but it's difficult to let go of some things...) and were immediately inundated with e-mails. In the end, two people remained to duke it out: an MIT alum and a class of 2006 Georgetown Law School person. How did we know this? Because both saw fit to include the information in their messages. Why? I don't know—inferiority complexes? Mr. MIT won out, probably for some scientific reason that only he—but certainly not I—can ever truly comprehend.

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Unwilling to pay $45 to watch the Pacquiao-Morales fight, I made do with checking the internet every once in awhile until the results came through. I don't know whose report I was reading, I only know that I liked the writer's description of Morales being beaten by a "Filipino who came out punching and never stopped."

3 comments:

g said...

What was the answer from the Magic 8 ball?

ver said...

I didn't see! She put it down when she walked away, and flipping it over would have yielded a different answer...

cornshake said...

ha- i almost choked on my coffee when i read "bridge to my filipino nose"...