Usually when I am living with parents and the responsibility of buying my own food is no longer a concern, I get pretty rowdy at the grocery store. Today, though, I didn't get rowdy.

On September 10, 2008 I ate so much Biscoff

I took a plane on Wednesday. Now instead of living in Portland on the west coast, I am homeless and living with parents in the east. At take off I think the woman sitting ahead of me was worried because her male companion started rubbing her arm and said "Sparticus! Sparticus!". After we landed they started talking very candidly about the love lives of themselves and the male companion's brother. The brother is 10 years younger and has been married four times, while the male companion has only been married twice. According to the woman, two times is much different than four. This difference is either positive or negative, but it is uncertain to me which.

I can't believe it really happened

I actually watched The Lake House last night. Do you know what that is? It's this, and I actually watched it.

look at what's puppin' up online

Hey, blogaholics. I'm writing to you from the 1950s future. I'm casually walking around on the moon.

I have recently discovered that I am really good at playing Sopranos pinball. This was a huge revelation as I had thought before that I was terrible at all pinball games. Maybe I'm not good enough to know that this is nothing to stand tall about, but my hint that I was good at it comes from the fact that at one point I had four balls going at once. More great discoveries: I am horrible at Star Trek: TNG pinball. I am decent at Batman Forever pinball. More to come soon!

Noah knows too many things about basketball. It hurts me to see it.