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Clever Lad
Wednesday, November 17th, 2004 10:32 am"I met some girls at the Mobius Strip Club, but they were all one-dimensional."
Of course, in the 69 hits on Google for "mobius strip club", somebody already made a one-dimensional pun, but I thought of it all on my own, so there.
Edit: Now that I reflect on this joke, I realize "Hey... it's two dimensional (twisted in the third), it just has one side," which doesn't make as good of a joke. Perhaps I need another Klein Beer Bottle.
In personal news, Tamara and I officially moved in together on Friday. We spent most of the weekend (not including preparation for and attendance at Pie Night) moving stuff. Most of what remains at my old place is books, some camping gear, a hammock stand, a table, and most of Heather's stuff. Quite convenient, that. I offered my extra space for her stuff when she moved out this summer, and now she doesn't have to move it to her new place because it's already there.
Throughout the last five months I've felt like a visitor at Tamara's apartment, even though I spent most of my time there. Now that we're upstairs and my computer, music, bean bag, hats, and all the rest of my stuff is there, I feel like I'm at home. I'll definitely miss living in Golden, and hopefully we'll return soon, but I think this arrangement is very good.
Of course, in the 69 hits on Google for "mobius strip club", somebody already made a one-dimensional pun, but I thought of it all on my own, so there.
Edit: Now that I reflect on this joke, I realize "Hey... it's two dimensional (twisted in the third), it just has one side," which doesn't make as good of a joke. Perhaps I need another Klein Beer Bottle.
In personal news, Tamara and I officially moved in together on Friday. We spent most of the weekend (not including preparation for and attendance at Pie Night) moving stuff. Most of what remains at my old place is books, some camping gear, a hammock stand, a table, and most of Heather's stuff. Quite convenient, that. I offered my extra space for her stuff when she moved out this summer, and now she doesn't have to move it to her new place because it's already there.
Throughout the last five months I've felt like a visitor at Tamara's apartment, even though I spent most of my time there. Now that we're upstairs and my computer, music, bean bag, hats, and all the rest of my stuff is there, I feel like I'm at home. I'll definitely miss living in Golden, and hopefully we'll return soon, but I think this arrangement is very good.
