Time for another set of random comments, from the archives of The
Celebok Report!


It seems that nowadays when I eat at a restaurant alone, what I
order is sometimes dictated by the type of reading material I have.
Basically, if I'm reading a book, I try to order something that I
don't need two hands to eat, because I need to hold the book in
order to read it. If I need to use a knife to cut something like a
steak, then I have to keep putting the book down in order to do so.
So if I'm reading a book, then I'll order something that either
doesn't need to be cut or can be easily cut with a fork. However, a
magazine, newspaper, or sheets of paper can be left flat on the
table, and I can read it while I use both hands to eat. Hamburgers
and sandwiches can sometimes be unpredictable, depending on how
messy they are. Sometimes I can eat them with one hand, but
sometimes they'll just fall apart if I don't hold them with both
hands.

I hate when I'm eating a late dinner inside a restaurant, and I'm
the last customer in there, and the employees start putting the
chairs up on all the other tables while I'm still eating.

Has being turned down by someone you're interested in while eating
vegetable pasta ever been known to cause lots of gas later on?

You know you spend too much time chatting on-line when you're
scribbling hand-written notes to yourself, and you write a sideways
smiley face without even thinking.

Did you ever play phone tag with someone for so long that when you
finally got in touch with them, you've forgotten why you called them
in the first place?

I've been sleeping on the same twin-size bed since 1986. It's quite
comfortable for me, but I noticed something interesting. The bed is
just barely long enough for me, and I'm quite a bit shorter than the
average male adult. This means that the bed would be too short for
most adults. It leads me to conclude that when my parents bought
that bed for me when I was fourteen, they either didn't intend for
me to continue using it as an adult, or they didn't have much
confidence in my growth.

Dumb action of the week: Putting on an old dust mask that I haven't
worn in a while and choking on the dust that had been collecting on
it.

--Wayne