Thunderation! There is a veritable monsoon occurring right outside my window. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I'm glad I chose to live in an apartment complex, and not a lean-to in the forest. Sure, there are some nice aspects of the lean-to (you can get a nice breeze going in there, plus you can go to the bathroom pretty much wherever you want), but there also the negatives, such as rabid coyote attacks. Now don't go using that bit of logic to attack yurts, because that's a totally different housing structure. In fact, I knew a guy at college who sold his stuff to go live out in a yurt in the wilderness. Here's how the conversation went when he told me his plan.
Me: Wow, so where are you going to live?
Him: In a yurt.
Me: Yogurt?
Him: No, a yurt. It's a little tent type thing.
Me: Yogurt tent?
As usual, I was hearing what I wanted to hear. All of that 'getting back to nature' stuff doesn't appeal to me, since I'm largely fueled by antihistamine and Chicken McNuggets. In fact, I go the other way entirely and attempt to get away from nature by pretending I live in outer space. If you see a man in a space suit, tearing ass through the streets in his lunar rover, throw some money at him because it's probably me. Don't attempt to engage me in conversation unless you're fluent in Jupiterian, or you happen to be an intergalactic prostitute.
Speaking of intergalactic prostitutes, I have the world's strangest lunch planned tomorrow. And if you think I'm merely attempting to be humorous by connecting two unrelated things there, you better hush up before I spank you with the Van Allen belt. If I reveal any more, my cover will be blown. Perhaps I will explain on Sunday! Commander Powell, signing out.
Posted by Cody at July 29, 2004 6:08 PM