Pencils, Lost Love, Ye Olde History

(This made me excited when it happened, but I guess I thought it was 2001 for a moment.

Now it makes me sad. It doesn’t seem like AI should go out as a number-changed, salary cap casualty, does it?

What’s next – coming off the bench for the Celtics next season?)

If you missed the comments section of two post of yore, you missed Fios’s depression over my ability to connect with a rockstar long distance girlfriend.

Here’s what he said:

I’m not gonna lie man, I am jealous. My personals ad has clearly stated a preference for women who like killing horses and so far I’ve only met a girl who enjoys mocking them from afar. Commitment is so sexy.

Whether that makes you sad, mad, or glad, it brings up a crucial point, and something I’ve left you all out of the loop on:

What happened to my horse, Pencils?

You may or may not remember, because I may or may not have mentioned it, but Pencils may or may not have gone on a horsey-date and never came back.

Well, just by chance, I got a letter from Pencils lasterday, and I thought I’d reprint it here:

NAY! NAA-AAAY!! NAA-AAAY! NAY NAY NAY!!

NAY! NAY NAY!! NA-AY! NAAAAAAY! NAY NAY N-NAY! LOL

NAYNAY, NAY NAY NAY, NAY!

NAY,

PENCILS

Nice, right?

Just because he owns some big company now, he thinks he can talk down to me. I hope I never see you again, Pencils.

By the way, here’s some history – thanks to Facebook, I was recently reminded that I’ve always been insane.

I have little recollection of this, other than it sounds right, but apparently one old classmate’s primary memory of me is that I gave a speech in YE OLE ENGLISHE for no reason in class once, utterly befuddling the teacher.

Facebook is the strangest thing in the world. I guess that makes me sound old or something.

You think about it, and like the kids today are all growing up with this stuff, so like when their a-hole horse gets-rich-quick and teases you about not giving you any of the money, it’s just normal that the whole world finds out.