The Week’s Twitters (2009-04-11)

Installing a porch light turned out to be less fun than I had hoped. #
The yoga mats we leave in the car are good for bracing growlers upright for the drive home. #
The private detective parked in front of my house showed me his badge and told me not to worry. #
The yoga teacher said he always loses balance points on tree pose when playing Wii Fit Yoga. #
The startup boss at the next table talks as though he has watched a lot of movies about startups. #
Thought for the day: I would register/leave comments on more web sites if registration didn’t always take me to a new page. #
It’s nice to be a regular. #
Getting ready for Amy’s second prenatal appointment. (Is this what they call “burying the lede”?) #
The charms of the Whitefish Super 8 do not come entirely into focus until preceded by a 32-hour train ride, hardly a business plan. #
Secured from train operations. Totals: 64 hours, 3240 miles, 4.2 books, 20 sandwiches. Super 8, here we come. #
The conductor announced that the person smoking on the train would be escorted to a ‘county non-smoking facility.’ #
There sure is a lot of rusty brown eastern Montana. Six hours until the bland comforts of the Whitefish Super 8. #
Train I ride, not sure how many cars but the loudmouth boot squid finally detrained and we scored bulkhead seats. 24 hrs to go. #
Why is the VOLUME of an overheard conversation on a public conveyance so often directly proportional to its inanity? #
Why is the inanity of a conversation on a public conveyance so often directly proportional to its inanity? #
Missed out on the snowman. #
Preparing for the 32-hour train ride home. Two new books and a cooler full of sandwich fixings. Plus Good and Plentys, of course. #
Lazy Sunday in Naperville, IL. No sign of the promised winter storm. Yet. #