Kevin N. Murphy

Faint, distant, rhythmic; a train disturbs the quiet suburbs. Closer to my ears, The Shins tell tales, howl, and wail. As I reflect on the day, disquieting thoughts turn tail.

It’s true, people hear what they want to hear. “Tables eight, nine teen, and eleven…”

I used to really dread weddings. I believe I have begun to adopt an outlook that makes them much more enjoyable. It goes something like this:

1. Listen to wedding talk as if you have one to give in a few weeks.
2. Try to sit in a place that will put you in every picture the photographer takes of the wedding party walking down the aisle.
3. Go get food whenever you want. It’s not like they’ll make an announcement for your table to step outside.
4. Ask someone to dance during the married couples only dance and see if anyone says something.
5. Join in every cliche dance you can muster the energy to. Even if you don’t know the dance. Ahem.
6. Spend the boring time in between food and dancing talking to moms. They rule.
7. Smile so much that it makes your scalp cramp up. Man I love the stuff my brain produces when I’m laughing.
8. Oh and did I mention dancing? Oh YEAH! Wooo!

I never want to be one of those guys. Yikes. What if I already am? Puke.

New pictures are up. Perhaps you’ve been captured in a spectacularly justifying pose? Better check to make sure.

I looked up the definition for pantywaist: Went Home to Bed. HAH!

I’m in love with Joy Division again. (Sigh..).

My toes fell asleep while I typed this.