3 THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND

  1. Sunday nights
    Lock me in a box for a 1000 years and I'll always be able to tell you when it's Sunday night. It's a cosmic purgatory between the excitement of the weekend and the start of something fresh. Put Sunday night in a blender with a little wistfulness and you pour out a Miles Davis smoothie.
  2. Talking to babies
    I rely on the same social skill set that I use with dogs. It's amazing how well you can fake being a kid person just by parroting things you hear at the dog park.
  3. Blundstone boots
    You will not drag me into this, fashion. I didn't come this far to be tricked into wearing a boot I've seen worn exclusively by duck enthusiasts until now.