Saturday, February 28, 2009

The last line

of the previous post is now ironic.


  1. Creeeeeepy.

    I believe in this stuff. I'm frightened of words.

    I touch wood very often.

    I'm not necessarily recommending it. I am very superstitious.

    Insert here that story about Niels Bohr and the horeshoe.

    By the way: Matt I love your blog.

  2. I still believe in my "say it to keep it from happening" superstition. My problem was, I wasn't specific enough. I should have said "Let's hope I don't get robbed on the way home or the way there.

    And thank you. My blog loves you right back.

  3. I touch wood very often too, but I don't think it's in the way Nicholas does.

    Sometimes I am glad to live in Steelton like when I hear robbery stories.

    But the simple truth is if I walked two blocks south instead of two blocks north I could get robbed instead of hearing a nonagenarian say "young man, young man, could you put this in that mailbox over there for me please? that's too far to walk from here and you have an honest face."

    uh huh.

    (thinking: is it cash?)