starbucks is like the industrial revolution
My torch lamp burnt out this morning. Tilting it to change the bulb, I discovered a tiny insect graveyard. There must have been close to twenty of the poor sots. This is what happens when you think with your gonads. Word to Liz Claiborne et al.: light is now sexy.
San Francisco proposes covering sex changes under medical benefits--which would make it the only governmental body in the nation to do so. This reminds me of my fourth-grade year in England, when a kid named Malcolm was trying to convince a kid named Peter that sex changes existed.
Peter: "No way."
Malcolm: "Yes! They chop off your dong and make you a plastic twat." (I believe those were the actual words for the organs.)
Peter: "I don't believe you."
Malcolm: "They only have them in America." [to me] "Isn't that right?"
Me: "Um... I'm not sure."
Malcolm: "Do you have an American dictionary?"
Me: "Yes."
Malcolm: [to Peter] "He has an American dictionary. He can go home and look up 'sex change,' and then you'll see."
Our dictionary was an old Webster's and didn't list "sex change." Fortunately, I don't believe the issue ever came up again.
