Rodeohead is RadioHead gone bluegrass.

A real estate agent, looking over a farmer’s house for possible sale, commented to the farmer how sturdy the house looked.
The farmer replied, “Yep, built it with my bare hands… did it the hard way. The steps to the front door, here, carved ‘em out of field stones… did it the hard way. That hardwood floor in the living
room, dovetailed the pieces myself… did it the hard way. The ceiling beams, made ‘em out of my own oak trees… did it the hard way.”
Just then, the farmer’s gorgeous daughter walked in. The farmer looks over at the real estate agent who is trying not to stare too obviously and smiles. “Yep… standing up in a canoe.”

So - Jason and I both hit the Potomac River Running store on Friday. We went in and they have you jog on a treadmill while they watch your gait and then recommend shoes for you.

It’s late. Your kid isn’t going to sleep. He/She is wired. What do you do? Go to a 24hr grocery store that has those kiddie car carts and push her around the store.

This is also a cheap date if it’s been raining for a few days and your kid is climbing the walls.

“When I met you in 1990, you said that you’d marry the man who’d follow you around the world. We were just sophomores in high school, so I didn’t know what to think. I thought it was just some school girl romantic fantasy. All I knew was that you were the girl for me. We were only 15 years old, but I had this feeling that you’d play a major role in my life. After we graduated from Aragon High School in San Mateo, you revealed to me that you were accepted to Berkeley, but you wanted to go to Germany for college. Remember that night we spent ice skating at Fashion Island? You said that you loved me, but you had to cut off all ties with to be able to move on. That was the last time I ever saw you. I said I’d wait for you, but you told me not to and to just move on…but I remember what you said sophomore year.

You were accepted at the University of Tübingen, Berlin. I left home for Berlin. For 4 years I looked for you. You made the impact you always did in Berlin. People heard of you, but didn’t know where you were. Nobody helped me. I wasn’t good enough for Tübingen, so I attended Technische Universität Berlin where I earned a degree. I am now fluent in German, a language I never intended to learn. After graduation, I returned to San Mateo thinking you returned as well. I called your mother on the summer after you graduated, she said you had left for grad school in Tokyo. I left again, this time, to Tokyo. Auf Wiedersehen.”

– rest of the story from Craigslist

I know, inveterate sleazy single guy finally finds a woman who thinks that she might like to endure his annoying tendancies and pretentious ponderings for the rest of her life.

So - I sent Frank Sinatra down to do a singing telegram to Steph:

Of course, parking was hell and he had to call for help finding it, then Steph uncharacteristically actually went out to lunch, so I had to call her and tell her to get her ass back to work, but I guess it all worked out.

He sounds really good over the cell phone - Steph said he was a good looking older guy.