Popcorn mess

April 19, 2007

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When Nathan and I lived in McVicar, back at Bard @ 1994, we found a gigantic bag of popcorn. Maybe it was ten pounds of stale, salty popcorn. Anyhow, soon after we tore into it, the floor of our dorm room was covered with, as I remember it, a two inch layer of popcorn pieces. This was all my fault, since I’m messy/awesome.

Cut to ten+ years later, an office in SF, and me bringing back microwave popcorn to my desk area that I share with Lucie. After some light snacking, the area near her chair was covered with, as I remember it, a two inch layer of popcorn pieces. I blamed it all on Young.