It’s funny but I just assume all my friends know each other.  Then I’m surprised to realize they don’t know who I’m talking about.

Don’t worry Joe, I bet it happens to a lot of people.

I’m not Joe.

Oh…

This place, that place. Where should we go?

Go? We’re already there.

True that.

The elephant is not a snake or a tree or a rope.

There’s only one explanation then.

We don’t see the big picture?

No. Clearly the elephant is a ninja.

Clearly.

Ditto or is it Tritto?

..floating…

..walking through my neighborhood…

..so long as I don’t move I’ll float…

..walking through my neighborhood but in a different country…

..can’t control where the wind floats me…

..woah, who’s that guy floating up in the sky?…

..what is a neighborhood doing in the middle of a glacier?…

..i know that guy…

..i know that guy…

Amazing how a few little things make a big difference.

Again?

All I’m saying is “the devil is in the details”, “one persons trash is another’s treasure”, “to-may-to” does not equal “to-mah-to”.

Yes, I do think we’ve gone over this. I think we had come to the agreement this is often the case and I did not care to discuss it any further.

Do you see my point?

Yes, the difference is I don’t let the details overpower my ability to see the whole.

And so?

We don’t have to agree. That’s the natural way of things.

That’s precisely how I see it. See you after the movie.

I’m glad you called me home. I almost didn’t come.

I’m starting to regret I invited you. You’re game sucks today.

Freaking anxiety is what this is but I’m getting over it.

I know the feeling. Just so much stuff we’re cut out for and so much stuff we’re really not.

I just want to do so much. Play, build, learn, rest. Just thinking about it is just exhausting.

You’ll never be able to do everything. Cut yourself some slack.

This is what I chose to do and thats what I control.

Let’s hope that attitude results in more control of the ball.

I never said I was any good at b-ball.

It’s called hoops.

Whatever. It’s your serve.

Which one modern game system do you think is the coolest?

Isn’t it obvious the one that generates the least amount of surface heat.

Har har, Haven’t you been paying attention to the latest news? The console war has gotten serious.

Are we in any danger?

Sigh, You casual handheld crowd. So immature. You will never understand the Next-Gen Hardcore console market.

Yeah it’s too much for me. Did you ever finish that game where you had to pretend to stroll in the park?

Nah, I have a new game where you take care of this virtual war-rhinoceros calf. If I catch all the lava-ticks inside its skin folds I’ll get my online status upgraded to Groomatologist In Chief. The badge for that is visible in 3D.

Do you believe in commercial savants?

Did you just make that up?

Yes, yes I did.

What’s bothering you? Give it to me quick.

How is it that all the local commercials are incredibly good about being bad? I would think it would be hard to get so many things so wrong.

Be specific.

Okay it’s the kids. How do people hundreds of thousands of miles away manage to create the same commercial where the kids can’t act and can be hardly understood?

You hate kids.

No, I don’t I think they are brilliant. The way they look spooked and distracted. The way the mumble their lines with the wrong timing. It’s like the didn’t even try a second take.

So you love the kids?

It takes a genius to come up with that stuff.

It’s so bad it’s good?

Commercial savants.

Hot dog! Summer is almost here.

Word. Sunny days’ just what I need these days.

I heard that. I get up and it’s already bright, and stays bright until late a night.

Just seemed like it would never come.

And why is that?

I say is lack of faith. Faith in the sun’s rotation. Faith in the cycle of opposing forces. Faith in just thinking things can get better.

I wouldn’t go that far. I’m a realist.

What does your realist mind tell you right now?

It’s getting really, really hot right now. I have to get out of the sun.

Happy though?

Yes, sir.

Can you tell what I’m looking at?

Nope. How about me?

Your eyes are closed as far as I can tell.

Cool.

Sometimes blending in is the only way to stand out. You know? I got plans man. Big plans and I don’t need to be drawing in unwanted attention. Things will happen when they happen and that’s all anyone should care about. Will I look super cool all the while? Perhaps, but that’s just the convenient side effect. It just happens.

Zzzzzz…

Hey! Hey! What the heck?

No dude my eyes were open, really!

…

big plans?

That was a lucky guess.

This is it?

Yep, This is what it’s all about.

It’s quite pretty but it’s not unusually pretty.

Look closer.

Okay. I see a few places where it’s starting to fall apart.

Closer…

There is a couple of places where the bugs  pooped.

closer still…

There’s nothing else.

and…

It’s not too shabby.

Not too shabby indeed. Want to see a the rock I found?

Don’t push it dude.

I don’t like my hair. I like your hair.

What? You have great hair. My hair sucks.

Your hair doesn’t suck. Your hair is pretty.

Mine’s a hassle. Yours is better.

No yours is.

No, no yours is.

No, no, no,  your is.

You’re too nice.

No, you’re too nice.

Well at least we can agree, you have the best lashes.

My lashes? I hate my lashes. I like your lashes.

Crazy as it may seem, I think this place is starting to become kind of nice.

I agree but I can’t put my finger on why that is. Nothings really changed since we started coming.

And yet somehow we haven’t gotten bored of it.

I used to see this as a temporary place to go to and never put much thought into the why.

When does a place become a hangout?

Perhaps when you find yourself being yourself among those who themselves are just that.

It’s a subtle balance that has been struck. How long do you think it can last?

I don’t know if it matters to tell you the truth?

All we’ve directed is the effort of just being ourselves in the present.

I do think that perhaps we should get one of those frequent buyer stamp cards.

You don’t have one? I’ve already filled out two.

Grrr…..

Grumble grumble…

GRRRR!!!!

GRUMBLE!!!

That’s it, I’ve had it!

Me too but after all this effort it’s stupid to just give it up.

On that we can agree. Let’s go.

Grrr…..

Grumble grumble…

GRRR…did I do it?…RRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

GRUM…not even a wet spot..BLE!!!

Phew, It must take a real man to cry.

A real tough hombre.

It’s a darn shame.

An irritating truth.

Why don’t we take a break and practice admitting our flaws?

It’s going to be tough, I can’t think of any.

Looking back now, I firmly believe  this state is not conducive to any endeavor.

Sadly, I knew what I was getting into.

Really?

Yeah,I had already learned this lesson. I took a chance, got overconfident and lost.

I can’t imagine being like this all the time.

Hungover?

No, helpless.

It sure is a strange way to appreciate how good you have it most of the time.

It’s funny how easily we forget.

That reminds me, thanks for sticking around.

Anytime. By the way I call dibs on the waste bucket.

That’s my hat.

Good to know.

It’s taken me a long time to understand this type of art.

I don’t think we’re supposed to find meaning but perhaps connect to it in a personal level.

I agree but you have to take into account what the artist is trying to do.

There’s no statement or bio, I think we need to take a stab in the dark on our own.

Man’s struggle with the fast paced nature of communication and the growing isolation in modern society.

Or… the emptiness of thought overcoming process and form.

Or… he just likes to paint this way.

Or… he paints this way to rebel against his more objective and traditional style.

Could be any of that.

What do you think?

I like it. Reminds me of a dream I had.

I see a man on a tree.

We’ll probably forget this piece given time.

I’m still glad we came.

It’s funny how gravity really grounds you both physically and emotionally.

This is freaking me out.

If it weren’t for gravity this whole world would just not work at all. It sets the rules that everything revolves around. And the rules give us the normalcy that can be so very comforting.

I can’t really steer myself here. First chance I have I’m getting out.

It’s interesting this weather we’ve been having. We feel better because the winter we’ve grown accustomed to is finally showing signs of being over.

I was about to say this would really suck if the water was freezing.

And yet because it got warmer we ended up here.

I may get be getting the hang of this.

The hang of the weather or the hang of drifting and not being able to hang on to anything at all?

Both probably. But I’m still going to try to get out as soon as I get a chance.

What did she say the network was?

Just a second, I just did this.

Was it cafnet, hubba, linkey…

Um hum… Oh! Who’s that?

Wait, what did I just do? There it is.

What?

There it is. I am connected.

I totally don’t know this person.

Aw, but it’s so slow.

LOL? What type of hint is that?

So sloooowwwww….

Who is that? I totally don’t know this person.

Oh wait, wrong plug in.

What?

No dude, I’m cool now. Just got to change these settings here…

Yep, I totally don’t know this person. Unfriend.

Seriously, what?

That’s how I roll Mr. LOL.

Hmm… Some dude in the network just unfriended me.

Isn’t pride supposed to be a sin in the Christian church?

I think so.

Then I don’t get pride. Everyone says you have to be proud to be this, proud to be that, or feel proud to have done that.

Don’t forget, in some cultures the worst of insults is to have someone diminish you. In other words insult your pride.

Yeah I think I know what you’re talking about. I think it’s called “loosing face”.

So, what’s your take?

I don’t know. I sort of feel proud to have done things even if they don’t succeed and therefore are nothing to really be proud off.

I’ve succeeded at things I am not really proud of myself.

Like I said I don’t get pride.

Maybe realizing so is something to be… I mean, good enough.

You almost said it.

I know.  I’m not proud of my reflex for puns.

Shake it!

Oh yeah, thats what I’m talking about!

Shake it like a polaroid picture!

Like a whata-what?

A polaroid picture. You know…

Ahh… nope. But keep on grooving.

Those old picture cameras? A little printout would come out and you had to shake it for the image.

Is that some kind of video game?

No, that’s how it worked.

How many mega pixels?

Sigh. Just keep on grooving girl.

Darn tooting.