Weekend Roeperian Roundup

(If you didn't notice this post yesterday it's because either Blogger or IE was possessed by a demon of Luke-infuriation. I'm working on moving exclusively to Firefox as of right now)

I made the most bomb breakfast this morning. I love scrambles. I love over easy eggs. Why has no one combined the two before? Maybe they have, I don’t know.

Regardless of the novelty, that is exactly what I made this morning

Green onions, mushrooms, hash browns, cheese, and a few eggs offering up their gooey goodness.

“They don’t even have a dining room.”

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I’ve been trying to make some decisions lately. Stay in Seattle, move back to Spokane—move somewhere else.

Jesus.

I need to get back in school. Work sucks—the world of business sucks. I hate it, I barely pulled it off for a year, I can’t hang on for another 39 or whatever. I’d end up killing myself. I’d probably take a few other people with me.

That is the rationale for moving back to Spokane. Simplify. Focus on getting a good GRE score and a tuition waver. Also my friends. Whatever. I think this makes me an immature person.

Counterpoint: Seattle has more opportunities for just about everything.

Counterpoint: Boston does too. It probably has more, but also with an inverse proportion of friends and family.

I need to make some decisions.

“Look at this, fifth question and the poor prick used all his lifelines.”

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Shannon told me I have to let whomever it may concern know that she doesn’t usually watch movies like A View From the Top. She mostly watches good movies, taught dramas with honest characterization and important themes. French movies. French movies with subtitles.

This is why you don’t give your girlfriend the URL to your blog.

“Like the president says, we have to keep going.”

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Anyway, I think I have some ideas for a journo gig in Spokane. The Spokesman just started to transition their weekend thing to more of a weekly arts type thing, something to compete—I think—with The Inlander, the weekly independent paper that doesn’t return any of my emails. I apparently know a guy who knows a guy who might have robbed a guy. I don’t know.

I’m not going to say any more because I’m probably not going to do anything about it.

And I don’t want you bloodsuckers biting my steez.

“They did a whole Murder, She Wrote about that.”

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I’m beginning to see Roeper’s logic in doing the vignette article thing. You get to complain about things without wasting too much of people’s time.

“What am I, a toxic person?”

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DVD is the only way to watch television.

“Did you ever know anyone who uh, committed suicide?” “God . . . I lived in Seattle Tony.”