Check out Shane's photoblog. He's a smart, interesting dude- not to mention a great photographer.
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In that spirit, I'm making a "Day in the Life" photoblog entry for myself. Unlike Shane's, mine should be completely boring and filled with really bad phone-camera photos. Get Psyched! I am.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
old age... or not.
The other day Dawn revealed to me that I am actually a year younger than I thought. Seriously. I don't know why I thought this, but I did, and it was really depressing me. But, thanks to Dawn, I have gained a year of my life back. I was very relieved to learn this, as you might imagine.
And I need to buy a suit this weekend- which is probably not going to be fun, as I am far too picky, and will just end up bored and frustrated and suitless.
And I need to buy a suit this weekend- which is probably not going to be fun, as I am far too picky, and will just end up bored and frustrated and suitless.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Oh, these days...
Tax season is over, so I'm hanging out with little to do but deal with crazies on the phone.
Oh, that reminds me- Dawn and I would like to copyright this theory we've been observing for quite some time:
"There is a direct relationship between the number of crazies in a drug store and how late in the night it is."
This theory is most evident at the CVS Pharmacy down the street from our house, which is generally always filled with crazies, but much more so at nighttime. Rite Aid, barely a block from our house, comes in second, and the Longs down the street is populated with the least crazies.
Anyone care to corroborate this theory with his/her own observations?
Oh yes, in a bizarre twist of irony, my sister chose the most anti-religion person she could find to be the minister at her wedding- namely, me. I am honored, and I guess I need to buy a suit.
Dawn's been putting in some serious hours since she's been lawyering her ass off in court for the past two weeks, which leaves me with a lot of alone time. I like to think I'm utilizing the time well, i.e., going to the gym, eating healthily, practicing/writing/recording music, and reading a ton. However, I did fall asleep on the couch for like two hours yesterday, and then ate a Sprinkles Cupcake after waking up. Huzzah!
Alright... off to Quickbooks.
Oh, that reminds me- Dawn and I would like to copyright this theory we've been observing for quite some time:
"There is a direct relationship between the number of crazies in a drug store and how late in the night it is."
This theory is most evident at the CVS Pharmacy down the street from our house, which is generally always filled with crazies, but much more so at nighttime. Rite Aid, barely a block from our house, comes in second, and the Longs down the street is populated with the least crazies.
Anyone care to corroborate this theory with his/her own observations?
Oh yes, in a bizarre twist of irony, my sister chose the most anti-religion person she could find to be the minister at her wedding- namely, me. I am honored, and I guess I need to buy a suit.
Dawn's been putting in some serious hours since she's been lawyering her ass off in court for the past two weeks, which leaves me with a lot of alone time. I like to think I'm utilizing the time well, i.e., going to the gym, eating healthily, practicing/writing/recording music, and reading a ton. However, I did fall asleep on the couch for like two hours yesterday, and then ate a Sprinkles Cupcake after waking up. Huzzah!
Alright... off to Quickbooks.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
sick
my ears are plugged. i cough a pound of phlegm a day. i'm in a drug-haze. mucinex tastes disguting. i have no appetite. i have even less motivation than usual.
other than that, good times!
other than that, good times!
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Urinal Dynamics
Being male, I'm naturally predisposed to being obsessed with all things scatalogical. Digusting things are hilarious, and hilarious things are usually disgusting.
One thing I've notices in TV and the movies is that when dudes are show standing at the urinal, they always seem to stande super close- like leaning on it. Ever notice that? It always bothered me. Personally, I like to hang back away from the porcelain a bit. This is for two reasons; A: I don't care who sees my junk, and B: I don't want to splash myself. I've noticed, however, that what I thought was a strange movie technique is actually a real occurence that I've been noticeing more and more recently- dudes huched up on the damn urinal. And I think it's fucking bizzarre. Firstly, I don't want to watch you piss, you paranoid, self-conscious homophobe. Don't flatter yourself- I can control my wandering eyes. Secondly, I hope you didn't piss-spray your shirt. (Actually, I kind of do hope you did. That's comedy.)
I go through great effort to avoid people in the restroom, and, when possible, always abide the unspoken rule of not "pulling up" next to someone at the urinal bank. This is impossible at the bathroom at my work, because there are only two urinals. So if I see that someones already at one, I take my sweet time ambling over there, and if someone pulls up next to me, I make as hasty a getaway as possible. Thursday, however, I came across an awkward, unavoidable situation. A dude held open the door for me (you have to unlock the bathroom with your respective office key, which is a pain in the ass), so I had no choice but to split the 2 urinals with him. I had a bunch of coffee and waiting was not an option. Not only does the dude employ the afforementioned "Lean In The Urinal" style, but he strikes up a conversation with me. God damn it. He said something like "They should put flatscreen tvs in from of these things," to which I barely replied, "Huh, yeah." But he didn't stop there. Of course, I didn't pay attention to him, but the whole altercation still disrupted my concentration. He literally attemped to converse until we both left the bathroom, with me replying "Yeah," or "I guess so" every once in a while. Dude probably thought I was a dick (hah, pun!), but I could care less.
I don't like talking to people I don't know anyway. DO NOT interrupt me in the bathrom. EVER, for fucks's sake.
One thing I've notices in TV and the movies is that when dudes are show standing at the urinal, they always seem to stande super close- like leaning on it. Ever notice that? It always bothered me. Personally, I like to hang back away from the porcelain a bit. This is for two reasons; A: I don't care who sees my junk, and B: I don't want to splash myself. I've noticed, however, that what I thought was a strange movie technique is actually a real occurence that I've been noticeing more and more recently- dudes huched up on the damn urinal. And I think it's fucking bizzarre. Firstly, I don't want to watch you piss, you paranoid, self-conscious homophobe. Don't flatter yourself- I can control my wandering eyes. Secondly, I hope you didn't piss-spray your shirt. (Actually, I kind of do hope you did. That's comedy.)
I go through great effort to avoid people in the restroom, and, when possible, always abide the unspoken rule of not "pulling up" next to someone at the urinal bank. This is impossible at the bathroom at my work, because there are only two urinals. So if I see that someones already at one, I take my sweet time ambling over there, and if someone pulls up next to me, I make as hasty a getaway as possible. Thursday, however, I came across an awkward, unavoidable situation. A dude held open the door for me (you have to unlock the bathroom with your respective office key, which is a pain in the ass), so I had no choice but to split the 2 urinals with him. I had a bunch of coffee and waiting was not an option. Not only does the dude employ the afforementioned "Lean In The Urinal" style, but he strikes up a conversation with me. God damn it. He said something like "They should put flatscreen tvs in from of these things," to which I barely replied, "Huh, yeah." But he didn't stop there. Of course, I didn't pay attention to him, but the whole altercation still disrupted my concentration. He literally attemped to converse until we both left the bathroom, with me replying "Yeah," or "I guess so" every once in a while. Dude probably thought I was a dick (hah, pun!), but I could care less.
I don't like talking to people I don't know anyway. DO NOT interrupt me in the bathrom. EVER, for fucks's sake.
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