Since my son grew up 4000 miles from Chicago, is it some genetic compulsion that sent him to college a few blocks from you?
You have a point there, don’t you?
Aren’t I listening to the whole Goodman song while typing this? And haven’t I just heard the line about the left outfield field wall on Waveland Avenue? And wasn’t I there last night, picking up some teens from a concert at the Metro just down the street from Wrigley Field? Isn’t this a small town, really, in some ways?
Hey, wait, seriously, you’ve got a kid going to college at UChicago? I wonder if my kid knows him?
Didn’t I just say that? But how would I know if he knows your kid, as he never tells us anything?
Yes, but is it in a way that makes a drive from the South Side to Rogers Park for the sake of picking someone up anything but a desperately long, thankless trek?
How did you know I wasn’t thanked for the ride last night?
But wasn’t it only to Wrigleyville, at least, not Rogers Park? And fortunately late enough at night when the Cubs were at an away game that the traffic (including drunk pedestrians) was minimal?
Game of Thrones was a bit dull, eh?
Have we ever stopped?
(Can I be forgiven for reposting this awesome gif?)
Folded at a 45 degree angle, and eaten at a 25-30 degree vertical angle, with your hands, AS A PROPER GENTLEMAN DOES (Was that a question?)
Vertically up, or vertically down?
Any yaw, or roll?
Yaw yeah, that cheese ain’t gonna slide itself, is it?
And yet, every time this happens (which is quite a lot), there are people who seek to consistently excuse it, and how is that fair? Why does it have to be either profit-driven or racist- how is that an either-or question? Is being racist on accident any less racist?
Doesn’t it depend on what the person in question is being pissy about? Don’t I get pissy about people defending racism and isn’t that a good thing? Why should people get pissy in defense OF racism?
Because that’s how we roll?
Hey, if you like thin crackers with a smattering of sauce and cheese isn’t that really your problem, cracker?
If you can fold it, is it really a pizza, or more of a cracker?
Because it was long overdue?
How should I know? Don’t I prefer to eat pizza? Shouldn’t you ask one of the cracker-eaters?
How can I spend such a busy weekend with lighting, treehouse, night photography and come in to discover 240 posts? Will I have the time to wade through them all?
Also, did you hear I dug holes to start working on the foundations of a treehouse?
Shouldn’t you vote for the option that is a question, to be safe?