you're weird.

i ate lunch at joe's barbeque today.

lunch was with the usual suspects Ben and Dave.

it was a pretty good meal - i had the sampler plate with jerked chicken and beef barbeque sandwiches. i did have to pull out a strange rubber beak looking piece and a bone shard large enough to puncture both lungs with ease, but otherwise the flavor was good. i suppose i don't mind picking a bone out of a sandwich every once in a while.

the lunchtime discussion started when i decided to describe a gang fight across the street from my house a few weeks ago - and somehow i ended up relating it to bees fighting dogs and how it's a good idea not to disturb the fighting bees or dogs otherwise they might have allied with each other and then you'd be running from dogs and bees (something like that).

at some point in time the conversation switched when Dave informed us that he'd once kicked a desk while a friend of his was asleep upon it - and he expressed that it was probably the meanest thing he could have done to a sleeping person. i concurred but ben begged to differ, stating that it could have been worse were he to hold a book over the sleeper's head. (this all goes in line with the fact that i think ben is one of the most evil people i know - he always know how to make something more evil).

we began to discuss the logistics of a desk kick and potential kinetic energy transference - how much force was probably administered and what damage it could have/did do. at some point we were describing a double kick with two desks (one above one bellow) and the somehow administering them simultaneously to a sleeping student. i'm not sure exactly where the conversation had gone by that point, but we were interrupted.

a woman sitting behind us turned and broke into our conversation. it was oddly silent before and directly after, but she informed us "you are weird." dead silence. we all exchanged glances and then looked back at the woman. a moment and a half passed, and then we continued he discussion at regular pace.

well, woman, i'm glad you interrupted us to say that because otherwise i wouldn't know what to blog about right now, and while she was probably right that our conversation was strange - the liberating power it gave me to be called "weird" and judged by a stranger (and the realization on my part that i really don't give a flying rat's dick what she thought) was pretty cool.

Speak your mind, but make it quick! - i'm busy debating the philosophical difference between kicking a desk and nudging a sleeping dog with my friends. we're all quite content to speak about whatever we please while we're pulling chicken bones out of our sloppy joes.

&Rew.