floopy?

that's right. this is such a floopy weekend.

if you are trying to look up what floopy means, i suggest you save the effort. i've done that, and failed miserably. and don't trust the definitions in urbandictionary.com, if you ever even think about checking up with them. the whole point of using an adjective in front of a noun, is to convey a certain emotion or feeling that the writer wanted to convey for that particular noun, and usually causes the writer to spend an ungodly amount of time thinking about which particular adjective would be particularly appropriate to convey whatever particular emotion or feeling he wanted to convey, and by the time he arrives to a decision, he will have already forgotten why the noun was there in the first place.

after this long thought process, this particular writer (or blogger, if you will, since he types and does not write) decided to use floopy, partly because that was the only one that he could think of within that ungodly amount of time he spent thinking, but mostly because he did not have the slightest idea what the bloody hell it means, and this, as inexplicable as it may sound, is exactly the particular kind of emotion that the noun following it is supposed to convey.

reading THE SALMON OF DOUBT is like reading douglas adams' blog. collections of short articles, journals, thoughts, experiences, etc., etc. if you are a mac user, or is aspired to be one, then you might enjoy what douglas has got to say about macs, as he had written quite a few articles for MacUsers magazine.

weather is one factor that makes this quite a floopy weekend. it was a humid ninety-five yesterday, and, as if that was not bad enough, it went to a humid ninety-eight today. but nature does not stop there; it started pouring about an hour ago, and if you think the temperature outside is now below ninety-eight, it is only extremely likely that you are wrong. if sandiego weather hates me so much such that it rains whenever i don't have my umbrella and the sky clears up whenever i do, minneapolis weather seems to be too lazy to pay a particular attention to a certain someone and tell itself that it will be screwing this certain someone over and over again until he breaks down and cry, and instead decides to just make it rain or hot or both raining and hot whenever the hell it feels like and keep telling itself that eventually someone out there will break down and cry.

either that or that miserable bastard rob mckenna just passed by minneapolis.

another factor that makes this also quite a floopy weekend is what i would call "coincidental happenings." i met a girl named kacey two weeks ago on my way back from the wok a little bit past midnight, and ended up talking to her until four in the morning behind coffmann memorial center. there was one thing that made this not a smart thing to do, but i did not realize that until the day after when i realized that i had been violated in every possible way by mosquitos.

she and i went to a cafe somewhere in minnesota last night to hang out, and when we stopped at a random gas station, also somewhere in minnesota, i saw one thing that i thought i'd never see before i die.

a bullet-proof glass.

it was an inch-and-a-half thick bulletproof glass, and there were THREE layers of them. the guy working at the gas station said that he just got robbed last week, and that the bulletproof glass had just been installed the day before. what makes this interesting, however, is the fact that the bulletproof glass is just installed on one side of the counter, and the rest is covered in non-bullet-proof glass. i guess whoever installed it assumed that armed robbers work so hastily that they don't even have enough time to think that they could find a way around the bulletproof glass.

the rain has stopped, but the weather is still ridiculously muggy, and i feel ridiculously lazy today. i think it's time for me to take another nap.