Summer is so boring.

I still wish I had that particle accelerator.

I'm the real Jew Puffy. Yes, I'm the real Puffy...

Would the real Jew Puffy please stand up, please stand up?

Now I just need to grow out my Jewfro.

I am a WRAJ: a White Russian American Jew.

Jew power!

We must find the princess, and give her our spears.

A German accent would be cool to do. Every time I do a German accent it comes out sounding like my Stan accent.

Spoon! Can you translate the upside down oracle for me?

I will eat you!

The father of some guy I know has a bar in Adams Morgan named "Madam's Organ."

How bizzare is that? It almost makes me want to calculate pi to twenty decimal places in my head. 3.1415...

I wish I had an atom-smasher in my backyard. It would be nice to be able to make ground-breaking discoveries in particle physics before dinner.

I had a dream I was playing basketball in a Metro station with the Lakers with Kobe and Shaq. I sort of remembered courts with wooden floors and baskets that weren't poles that said things like "Judiciary Square," and I was trying to remember if there were basketball courts not in Metro stations, but I couldn't.

There was this really big problem because I couldn't find the net. I was just dribbling aimlessly but I still couldn't find the net. I thought they said the basket was on the upper tier where the kiosks are, so I went up the escalator, but this guy from the other team (the other team only had one guy) swats the ball away from me. Then the ball's rolling away from me and it rolls down the escalator and it's a race to get the ball and we're shoving each other to get it, but he takes the long route down. Then I jump, somehow, from the upper tier, land on the escalator, (which unlike in normal Metro stations [where escalators] are on the side), is in the middle. Anyway I launch myself and grab the ball while it's in the air (for some reason it bounced really high, though that's not the law of physics). But because of my momentum I continue rolling down the escalator (not really rolling but quick-running/ tripping but still dribbling and in control.) But in the meantime I'm slow so the tall guy on the other team catches up. So we're in between those two plates of tempered glass (like in a mall) so like I'm in that area and he catches up and he bonks me to the side. Ball comes loose and rolls on the ground, which is not a mall, but the Metro hexagon pattern. But I get the ball before him because he's suddenly slower than me, but he's close.... dangerously close. I reach the ball and I do that close to the ground dribble people do. And that's the end.

Though I never found the basket, I thought I was close to it, but I never saw it.