the noose, part deux

I told my brother the noose story. When I finished, he didn't seem amused. He said, "Yeah, dad taught me how to tie a noose too. Actually, he taught us all how to tie nooses."

Dammit. Is this a reverse 'Prince of Tides' situation?

You've always been my least favourite. Anyway, here's how to tie a noose.

Then Dan added, "Hey, at least you prompted your own noose lesson. He just barged into my room one day with a piece of rope."

(I still know how to tie a noose; it is unfortunately elegant in it's simplicity.)

party on

The highlight of last weekend was a free concert at the park. In particular, the moment when a musician on the stage introduced a song with, "This next song is about living with anxiety."

And a single, very loud audience member went, "WOOOOOOOOOOOO!"