- Shout wipes are the best, because I am a foodtard, who can't seem (still) to be able to throw food into my gaping maw with efficiency or accuracy.
- Burritos. Mmm.
- I've noticed that college students these days NEED a healthy disrespect for authority. Baaaack in myyy day (insert gramma creak here), part of every class was deconstructing the authority of the author, his/her agenda, context, advisor/mentor/nationality history, etc. Now college classes (the ones I've had lately) are just...boring acquiescence. Feh. Somebody, please, throw a metaphorical tomato or something.
- Contemporary fiction/commentary, in that self-conscious Dave Eggers vein that uses lots of commas, like I do here, and creates a sense of camaraderie with the reader through sly references to under-the-radar pop consumer phenomena like Shout Wipes to set up these ironic self-aware meta-reflections, substituting feckless navelgazing for "content" - that's really getting on my nerves.
- Cingular sucks the big one.
- I am starting a new gaming craze called Sudon'tku, where the player looks at an empty grid, yawns, and decides whether to pick up their drycleaning today or tomorrow, and then takes a nap.
