Giving up a diamond and Brick's click

One time I found a diamond in the DVD section of the Easton Town Center (or is it Centre nowadays?) Barnes & Noble. I gave it to the lady who was working the desk. It makes me wonder if a wave of good karma is headed my way one of these days - or perhaps I merely warded off an untimely terminal disease through my good deed. Or perhaps nothing concerning my fate or the universe happened at all as a result of my beneficient act - because the universe don't work like that.

The Destructicon is away for the week which means that I have returned to my sequestered crab-like existence. The good thing about finding someone you love is that you don't have to sit up one night and realize that you're alone in the dark - not that having someone means that you'll never be alone in the dark again, but it means you'll never be alone in the dark. If that makes any sense.

I witnessed Comedy Sports (or is it Sportz?) perform with the Burpees at Denison last weekend. They were remarkable. It made my heart hurt (and it's not just the cholesterol this time) because I wanted so badly to do what they were doing. I've never ached to do something before - and I think it's a good sign. The Burpees also impressed me with their powerful entrance and energetic performance. It made me realize that apathy and too-cool-for-school cynicism have often permeated my own improv group. True - the Burpees do have a fun and loyal following that JLF does not. Also the world has yet to crush the tender Burpee soul with its burdens, but nonetheless it is crucial that I avoid falling prey to the dolldrums of cynicism. Stinkin' dementors.

Ronk Ronk Here's le Bonk.

Mrkre