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Hello. These are some things that occur to me from time to time. Enjoy.

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At school today, I was reading a story a 6th grader had typed during study hall. It was about a zombie elf taking over Santa's Workshop in the North Pole. There was a sentence about how the search party went into the Wrapping Room (where one presumably goes to wrap presents) looking for the zombie elf. However, the author misspelled the word "wrapping." He had omitted the "w" and one of the "

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Amy and I went grocery shopping. Looking for a parking spot, we turned our signal on first when we saw a car pull out. The other car coming from the other direction felt that we cut him off and stole the spot. After shopping, we came out to see a wet, dirty dishrag resting peacefully on the rear window of our car. How much did that guy feel that he deserved that spot? Well, enough to go out

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-62339849024486170302009-04-27T18:40:00.002-04:002009-04-27T18:48:17.593-04:00

There is a man at the gym who is rather old and rather rotund. I never see him on the gym floor, working out, though. Anytime I see this man, he is invariably wandering around the locker room completely stark naked, with a towel draped over his shoulder. Just walking around. Or there's also this little lounge area inside the locker room with a television and some nice furniture. Sometimes

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-65036681805139453762009-03-11T21:45:00.002-04:002009-03-11T21:55:45.765-04:00

I only seem to post occasionally anymore, but I've been busy. Now, I know I said that last time...and it's no excuse...but, well, I'm sorry, alright? That's really all I've got to say. I'm sorry. I can change. I know I can. Just give me a chance.ahem.That was weird.On a night like tonight, I get wistful. I'm in the apartment alone, I'm reminiscing. Why? Well, the high school I

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-20769055876273339222008-12-20T23:14:00.003-05:002008-12-20T23:36:14.363-05:00

Holy shit it's been awhile. A lot of things have happened. Here's the short list:-Got married.-Went on honeymoon.-Got in trouble at work.-Repeat #3, a few times.-School rocks.-Bought a Wii.-Got another kitten.-The kittens fight. -A lot.Getting married was a lot of fun. The rehearsal was...interesting, thanks to a church-employed wedding planner who sucked. She was wearing a black sweatshirt

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I've been in all weekend, taking care of Amy, who's been de-wisdom teeth-ed. It's been a nice little vacation, just a 4-day weekend. I've been watching a few movies I've always meant to (High Noon, THX 1138, White Heat and The Dirty Dozen), along with a few Netflix picks (Vantage Point, Gone Baby Gone and We Own the Night). Avoid Vantage Point at all costs. Over the 4-day weekend, things

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-14158725784709353872008-07-02T22:01:00.003-04:002008-07-02T22:04:41.923-04:00

Proper post to follow, but for now, please watch this video I posted on YouTube earlier this evening. And witness. The Power. Of Private. Dancer.And Headband Lady, also known as Groom's Mother. You're welcome.

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A woman with a 4 or 5-year old boy (who was, oddly enough, standing up in the back of the cart), comes up to get a coffee sample."Ooh, this coffee's from Ecuador. Can you say 'Ecuador'?""Eck-a-dor!""In Ecuador, they 'hola!' Can you say 'hola'?""Yes."I wish I could be able to write this kind of gag myself.

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A few weeks ago I joined a gym, at the behest of my lovely. Get in shape for the wedding, that sort of thing. Now, at the particular gym I joined, all new members are signed up for a free session with a personal trainer. The idea is, you get a taste of what it's like, and then they sit you down for the sales pitch. So, when I scheduled a time to come in, they gave me homework: they needed to

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-28500779893986345852008-03-17T22:52:00.003-04:002008-03-17T23:28:21.199-04:00

In observation of St. Patrick's Day, I had a few thoughts to put down. Here is why I morally object to St. Patty's Day.1) I understand Irish culture, for the most part. Obviously, since I'm not Irish, I won't get it completely. However, I don't think I need it shoved down my goddamn throat. Yeah, I get it. You're Irish and you're proud of it. I don't care. At. All.2) Speaking of my

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-55619035002078026332008-03-09T21:11:00.002-04:002008-03-09T21:19:24.541-04:00

Reason #4765 why I love my fiancee:After being snowed in for about 36 hours, Amy and I ventured out into the open world, down the street to Meijer. While in the store, walking between aisles of Rubbermaid trash bins and wool socks, a ridiculously garbled overhead announcement came on, something that was completely incoherent to those not accustomed to the intricate overhead speaker system at

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I have a lot of things to catch up on: A trip to Nicaragua for which I promised to create a journal and a powerpoint presentation in particular. However, my first priority was to do something with the Flip Video Camera Nick and Hanna got Amy and me for Christmas. I got nagged a few weeks ago when I a) didn't bring the camera home to obtain new footage, and b) haven't posted any of the

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-39451121666813015582008-01-09T22:19:00.001-05:002008-01-09T22:26:42.608-05:00

This afternoon at work I was in the bathroom and I saw someone at the urinal peeing, only his arms were resting on the separators that stick out of the wall. If he were driving and instead of peeing, talking on the cell phone, hands-free would've been completely normal. But in the bathroom, this is not something you see everyday, which is why I took notice. However, it was kind of refreshing

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-45628900048312541722008-01-07T21:57:00.000-05:002008-01-07T22:27:15.428-05:00

A few updates:Amy and I started Weight Watchers last Thursday, and I wouldn't say I hate it, but it's a little rough for me. Usually what happens is that I'm starving throughout the entire day as I try to use up as little points as possible, and then after dinner I have about 10 points left that I roam around the food-areas of our apartment trying to use up. I bought a Nintendo DS last week,

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-33185338857398408072007-11-25T23:01:00.000-05:002007-11-25T23:11:03.212-05:00

This is meant to point out the inherent smart-alecky quality I have that I can't really get rid of. At work last week, a woman was looking at the coffee bins and asked the following question:"Where is the Sumatra from?"Now, in my mind I kind of know what the answer is that she's looking for, but before I can answer, I give her a very matter-of-factly answer:"Sumatra."She scoffs a little, looks at

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-21620271167680179222007-11-12T20:20:00.000-05:002007-11-12T20:41:32.032-05:00

I suck at updating things. But here's something I have to get out of the way now:That's Lucy. She's nice. Moving on.I know it's been a while, but dammit, there's not a whole lot that's new. I haven't seen anything in the theater since Eastern Promises, and while it was amazing, I kind of missed the bandwagon writing about it. Work's been stressful lately. I'm slowly meandering into the

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A few weeks ago Amy and I went grocery shopping and had a blast. We had three amazing things happen to us.The first thing happened at the deli counter. I was taking care of that, telling the woman what I wanted and how much, and Amy was waiting at the shopping cart, about two feet behind me. While the woman was slicing our final selection, I got a phone call. I step back and tell Amy to take

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-18210085626774890692007-09-11T20:54:00.000-04:002007-09-11T21:17:25.741-04:00

It's been a while since an update, but here we go.I moved, and it's going well, despite some minor move-in issues.I saw a pretty cool Modest Mouse show, had some good times.Black Swamp was pretty fun, despite the lack of good shows and a lot of rain.Yesterday, however, was very interesting for me. I won't go into a whole lot of details because I feel it may be inappropriate. However, suffice it

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-9249906068326936282007-08-09T08:48:00.000-04:002007-08-09T08:50:53.243-04:00

Amy and I have moved recently, and it's been pretty hectic. Haven't had a chance to post anything real. However, please watch this video. It features Michael and Jonah from Superbad on a press junket being interviewed by Edgar Wright, writer and director of Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz.

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-17367802842855108172007-07-13T21:16:00.000-04:002007-07-13T21:36:21.907-04:00

For the past few days Amy's been away on business in New York, and for the most part I've been busy enough to keep my mind off the fact that it's to damn quiet around here without her, but today has been quite the opposite. Right now I'm on my fourth movie of the day, and I've only left the apartment twice. I did some laundry, took out the trash and ordered some take-out Chinese for dinner. I

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-65716476914897418472007-06-29T20:17:00.001-04:002007-06-29T20:21:41.392-04:00

Today reminded me of the truly fragile nature of the human mind. At any second, and under the right conditions, any one of us could...just...snap. And we would be lost, adrift whatever we got lost in in the first place.I'm sitting here watching a movie, halfway through a bottle of red wine. How did I get here, in this frame of mind? You be the judge.Today was a weird shift for me - a mid.

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I've been living in Columbus for about a year now, and recently I've been reflecting on the course of events that occurred over the past year that have led to now. And it seems that more has happened within the last month and a half than has happened over the other ten and a half. Over the last year I moved to this city looking for a job related to the degree I had just obtained, only to find

Barry Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201367134534213175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31171734.post-3373485904623049492007-06-12T20:57:00.000-04:002007-06-12T21:19:09.274-04:00

Apparently I provoke a lot of anger at work, without really even meaning to.Here's the scene: in the back office there's a series of computers, each one meant for a different department. The offending ([unreasonably] offended?) party was sitting at his computer, and I went to sit down at my computer, seeing that there was a box in the way of where my legs would be, had I sat down. So I moved

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At work yesterday, an older man wearing a baseball cap adorned with an American flag approached my coffee and began telling a younger-looking woman, presumably his daughter, all about the different coffees, and about coffee in general. I came over and asked there was anything I could help them find, and the man regales me with his story."You see, I've worked for Nestle for 25 years, so I know

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