My mind is a weapon

Can you tell I'm procrastinating today? Thanks for the link HappyKap, I'm going to go join the X-Men now.

You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant. Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle. You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs. For you, comfort and calm are very important. You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection. You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.

The World's Shortest Personality Test

That's cool

I'm number one on Google! http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&lr=&q=everlastingknowitall

evif yadirf

1. What was your first job?
My first job was delivering the local newspaper. Not the newspaper, just the weekly town rag. My first real job was mowing lawns for a landscaping company.

2. How much did you make?
For delivering the paper I think I made around 10¢ per delivery. Something crazy like that anyway. I made $8/hour mowing lawns. Much more lucrative.

3. Describe your least favorite co-worker of all time.
My least favorite co-worker of all time was a guy named Jorge. He was a person of questionable immigration status that I worked with when I was employed over summers at the city water department. He was my least favorite because he wouldn't attempt to speak English, liked calling me güero (blondie) and he never did any work. Our crew foreman was from Mexico and loved the guy, so they just BS'd in Spanish all day. Actually, the foreman ran the backhoe, so I guess just Jorge BS'd all day. Nothing like watching a guy lean on a shovel all day while you're down in a 6 foot hole sweating your nuts off. This was probably my all time favorite job, but he sucked.

4. What is your dream job?
Something fun, something creative, something interesting. Working outdoors will always be my first love, but it doesn't support my lifestyle so well.

5. What do you currently do and do you like it?
Jack of all IT/Dev trades. I make do.

Everbody's got a secret

I'm very sorry I found this blog. It only took me a few seconds to become addicted.

The moon *is* made of cheese!

Google Moon. Zoom all the way in.

The Mile-High Club

CIMG0266
Originally uploaded by Major Nelson.

Major Nelson, the sponsor of the Xbox 360 faceplate contest, knowledgable xbox blogger and all around Microsoft employee got to do something extremely cool yesterday. He boarded an experimental airplane dubbed Connexion and took a quck jump over to a winery in Eastern Washington. I'm not sure what he did to get an invite for this deal, but he's sure got the connections. Anyway, the premise behind Connexion is to test high-speed internet access on airplanes. Aside from doing a bunch of cool stuff from 30,000 feet, he also snapped some of the best pictures I've seen of Mt. Ranier taken from an airplane. They buzzed it pretty close yesterday. You can see the whole photostream here.

Mighty quiet out here...too quiet!

I brought my work headpones to Denver with me last week and forgot to bring them back to the office today. That sucks.

Can I get a masseuse over here?

Damn, I must have been dreaming I was an owl last night or something. I mean, I've woken up with stiff necks before but man, this one takes the cake. It's 1:00 and I still can't turn my head without wincing.

Interesting side note, Google (my new favorite spell checker) defines masseuse simply as: a female massager. I'll leave it to you to decide exactly how to interpret that. Personally, I kind of figured there'd be a little more to it than that.

It's Midnight, do you know where your clock is?

Blog Abuse.

And here I was hoping that clicking Next Blog would take me somewhere interesting this evening.

Yummy yum yum

FoodTV pointed my nose in the direction of Rice to Riches today. Apparently they are like the Cold Stone of rice pudding. And they ship overnight. But the minimum order is $45, that's a bit excessive for mail-order rice pudding I think.

PS- RtR people, your weekling weakling Apache server can't seem to handle the traffic that your expose on FoodTV threw at it. Maybe you need some help from the Web Team of Triumphant Superiority.

Saturday Five?

Somebody kindly pointed out that the usual list posted a late update today, so here's an extra bonus round for the week. I like this topic much better than New Kids on the Block anyway.

1. Who was your first best friend?
Shew, that was a long time ago, I have a hard time remembering yesterday. The farthest back I can remember is around 3rd grade, Brendan Finnigan. Lived in the townhomes behind my parent's place. He moved just a few years after we met. That was a bummer.

2. Who have been some of the most influential people in your life?
Honestly, this list is too long and I'd probably forget too many people so I won't write it out. Pretty much anyone I've had sincere contact with has influenced me in one way or another. Some good, some bad and some more than others. But each and every one of them are part of my life and have had a hand in shaping who I am. I'm a highly adaptable person, it doesn't take much for someone to rub off on me.

3. Do you usually have one best friend or a lot of close friends?
Growing up I usually had one best friend. I've always been a bit of an isolationist. These days I'd probably just say I have friends. I'd call them close, but they're all so far away...

4. Do you believe people of the opposite sex can be best friends and not lovers?
Yes, depending on the relationship within the big picture. Which is really the crux of this question so I guess I'm contradicting myself. It kind of depends on your definition of "best friends". They can certainly be friends, but best friends...that's a toughy. One would hope that your lover would be your best friend. Therefore, if your best friend is not your lover, and your lover is not your best friend, maybe you should ask yourself why.

5. Have you ever fallen in love with a friend?
Unfortunatly, yes.

Newness

I did a little playing around with RSS stuff today, I don't know why I haven't fully embraced this yet. Anyway, Feedburner offers a pretty cool free service that will combine feeds into one, thus my feed through them will show new blog posts as well as new pictures uploaded to Flickr. Schweet! Feed linky link is to your right -->.

Also picked up the new Harry Potter book today. It gets off to a pretty quick start, but apparently I've forgotten a lot of detail from the last book so I'm a little foggy with what's going on. Starting to come back though. I've only read the first few chapters anyway.

Friday Thing

The normal Friday Five list didn't get updated this week so I guess I'll go with the alternate. Don't care for the topic much though.

1. Are you more comfortable being the new kid or the experienced one?
Experienced one. I'm terrified of new groups of people.

2. When is the last time you were the new kid?
After moving to Seattle. Although, when I was in Denver for the company meeting I sort of felt like the new kid there too.

3. If we met face to face, right now, what would my first impression be of you?
Oh god, it's too late for questions like this. I'm an unshaven slob with bad hair and bloodshot eyes. Must be a junkie.

4. Who is the last person you said goodbye to?
Heather, she dropped me off at the hotel after the party night. Didn't see anybody else I knew after that.

5. Joey, Jordan, Donnie, Danny or Jon?
Riiiiiiiight.

Jesus loves you, unless you fly coach

Airplane Weirdness
Originally uploaded by That Will Guy.

I got around to unpacking my backpack from the Denver trip today and remembered that I grabbed this little souvenir from the plane to show everybody. I love Alaska Airlines, they've always been nothing short of awesome to me, but this was just weird. When the dude handed me my lunch tray, this little note was on there, tucked halfway under my plate. I didn't want to look like a first-timer and crane my neck around to see if everybody else got one, but I'm pretty sure they did. Do all airlines do this? Why don't they give me one with my peanuts when I sit in the cheap seats? I don't get all huffy about God stuff (except when those Jehova's Witnesses came to my door today), but this is by far the last thing I would have ever expected to show up on my lunch tray. I seriously don't get it.

Chicken F*cker!

I don't know whether to laugh, cry or just shake my head.

A Seattle man died from injuries sustained while having sex with a horse.

And that's just from the first paragraph, the full story gets much deeper. (no pun intended)

What the hell is wrong with this state?

It's 5AM, why do my nipples hurt?

Well, I'm back in Seattle again. Had a great time at the company meeting, once the meeting part was out of the way. Thanks to everybody that went out and whooped it up with me till all hours of the night, I had a blast! The night was full of interesting experiences that will surely go down in the annals Will Lore. I'm glad everyone made it home safe, hopfully nobody was feeling too rotten today.

I lucked out and snobbed it up first class style on the flight home this morning. I'd never sat up there before, it's truly an amazing difference. I probably should not have done it though because now I don't want to ever fly coach again. I do need to do it again though so I can take advantage of all the free cocktails. For some odd reason I just didn't feel like having any today. Funny.

Special shout outs to the tequilla pushers, cover providers, fearless drivers, entertainment procurers, great friends and grown men who yell "I'm a bitch" all American Pie style!

I'm a Mile-High tonight

Yessir, I made it to Colorado without a hitch. I'm in my second hotel which replaced the first shady one I had booked downtown. And now I'm thinking I might see a third tomorrow. This place ain't much better. Yippee!!

Blogpulse

I'm probably the last to know about this site, but just in case, I thought I'd point out BlogPulse. Pretty cool search deal for Blogs. The only reason I point it out is that someone on Flickr mentioned that it is a good way to see if your photos have been "Blog This'd" anywhere. I did a search on mine and it turned up a few.

I figured as much

Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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Surely you jest

Expensive merry-go-round
Originally uploaded by That Will Guy.

Took Ava downtown to screw around at the Children's Museum today and on the way back to the car we stopped at the perpetual carnival that is always next door to the Space Needle. She enjoyed the classic merry-go-round and then said whe wanted to go on this stupid thing. So we go over there and give the ticket Nazi two tickets ($1 each) so she can go on it. Of course she isn't going to ride it by herself so I walk out there to go on it with her. "Excuse me sir, you have to give me 2 more tickets if you want to ride with her." Arg!! So I give the chick two more tickets and try to strap Ava in. Well...sometime between walking through the gate and getting to one of the seats she has changed her mind about going on this ride. No amount of convincning was going make her let me strap her and myself in. So the lady comes over to escort us out of the hazard zone. On our way through the exit gate she informs me, "oh, and we don't give ticket refunds". WTF? I barely even touched the friggin' ride. Worst $4 I ever spent.

Who's in charge here?

My brother got promoted to General Manager today. Starting in August he'll be running the show at the Macaroni Grill @ Southwest Plaza. Congratulations buddy!! Great to see hard work paying off, couldn't be prouder of ya.

Better nate than lever

Conan brought out the Walker, Texas Ranger Lever tonight. He funny.

Late night randomness

I've been up way to late every night for these past few weeks and it finally caught up with me. I was super tired tonight and really looking forward to hitting the sack early. Then, for reasons I'm still trying to understand, I hopped in the car, ran over to 7-11, picked up a Red Bull and downed it on the drive back home. WTF?

So in honor of that, I thought I'd pose a question to the group. Ever do something just totally random, backwards and irrational? Something that made absolutely no sense at all?

A few random thoughts to round out the evening:

• Nail clippers


• Bert is evil


• I need to seal the deck


• My eyes burn


• My neck cracks when I lean my head back and roll it around


• Trance remixes rule


• I have a triangular eraser, it's cool


• My grass is green


• I wonder when I'm going to find 300gb hard drives on sale again


• I need another one


• Dry erase markers smell good


• This list is stupid


• I have a stuffed animal on my desk


• The strap for my old camera is dangling dangerously within a certain somebody's "grab zone"


• I like popping bubble wrap


• Why is there a ceramic Santa Claus candle thingy on my desk?


• What's everybody else doing right now?


• My sissors have red handles


• I really, really need to clean my desk

Well, it's Friday

Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
Money, it's a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team.

Money, get back.
I'm all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit.
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a lear jet.

Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
Giving none away.


1. How much money is in your wallet right now?
$0. I hate going to the bank and I hate finding ATM's that belong to my bank even more. Screw all ya'll with those $2.00 charges! I rarely have cash on me, I'm a mugger's nightmare. Only when I travel or when I know I'm going to need it, e.g. to pay for parking when going downtown.

2. How much money would you need in the bank to feel secure? Rich?
To feel secure, I only need a few thousand in there, but to feel totally secure I'd like to have at least a year's worth of salary tucked away. Rich is always a moving target, especially these days. Honestly though, if you've got a million in the bank, you fit into my rich category. You're low-class rich, but still got more than I got. I think that to be truly wealthy you need to have enough cash in the bank where you can support your entire lifestyle off of the interest.

3. If someone gave you $100, no strings attached, what would you do with it?
Can't do much with $100 these days. What would I do with it? Depends on who gave it to me.

4. If someone gave you $1 Million, no strings attached, what would you do with it?
Pay off the plastic, the car and the house, upgrade every tool/machine in my shop and then it's off to the Carribean for a while with a bunch of family and friends. I'd probably spend most of it, and what I didn't spend would become college money for Ava. I wouldn't be too awfuly pressed to save it all because with no house, car or credit card payments, I'd have a hell of a lot of money left over every month to stash away.

5. How much does something have to cost before it starts counting as "real" money, as a purchase to be considered and evaluated, but below which you'll buy without really thinking about it?
This is actually a tough question because it really boils down to what I'm spending it on. I can spend $200 on a typical run to Target without batting an eye. To me, this is more about what I expect to spend. Like the other day I went to the lumber yard and bought some wood. I figured it would be somewhere around $30 for everything. When it rang up at $75 I was shocked and mad about spending that much. But then I'll go buy a $100 bottle of champagne and not think too much of it. Other than maybe a little guilt...spending more on something to drink than a lot of people have to spend on food every week. When it comes down to it, I don't start thinking too hard about purchases until they are in the neighborhood of $400. But again, depends on what I'm buying. Things don't start to look really expensive till you hit that $1,000 threshold.

Before & After

Before & After Panorama
Originally uploaded by That Will Guy.

I finally got off my butt and stitched together some pictures to make a full version of the before and after view from the deck. Actually, I obviously did it on the computer, which I means I really got on my butt to do it.

Anyway, here's the long awaited before and after collage. And the after isn't really after, cuz they're not done, but that's what it looked like today when I got home. If you load the full size picture you get a better feel for the difference, but still neither version does the real before/after any justice. It honestly looks like somebody picked up the house and moved it somewhere new.

Oh, and as a special treat for my outdoorsman pal over here who insists on wanting to taste woodpecker, I snapped a picture of a pecker hole for ya before they knocked the tree down.

Who's a noob?

Xbox 360 Template
Originally uploaded by 3danthony.

It's You're. YOU'RE!

Noob.

Won't you be my neighbor?

** warning **
The following views are being expressed by one terribly irate version of me, one rarely seen and never before caught on text. So if you're one of those people that have a nice, calm, quiet guy image of me, and would like to keep that image, I encourage you to stop reading here. I haven't been this mad in a long, long time. And it's probably kind of stupid, so I'd hate to tarnish that image...
** /warning **

Deep breath...rant on!

I've got one nerve, most people have several, but I have one. Or maybe I just have them all bundled up into one, but it doesn't really matter. Sure, there's things out there that irk me pretty good, but there's that one nerve that you just...don't...touch, and my fucking talking ass of a neighbor just took a cheese grater to it.

I know what you're thinking, talking ass? Yes, talking ass. When you look at this woman you don't notice anything strange about her. That is, except for her big, giant, enormous, mutant ass. Judging from my own, I estimate hers to be in the neighborhood of 40 inches across. No, not in circumference, across. I'm not kidding and I'm not exaggerating. If anything, I'm being conservative. Honestly, I think I should call Guinness Book. Hey, we've got a world record ass to body ratio over here! Okay, maybe I'm being unnecessarily mean. Maybe she just has elephantitis of the ass and that can't be helped. You know what, no, fuck her. She doesn't deserve the kind and respectful version of myself.

Ever since they moved in she has proven herself to be a world class bitch, so I really shouldn't expect much from her. But I've always been cordial to her, her prick of a husband (I've got a few stories there too, but he hasn't touched THE nerve) and their two kids. One of which I often have the pleasure of seeing in the driveway, sucking the face of her boyfriend like it's a DQ Blizzard. That all ended as of this evening, now the whole lot of 'em can go pack sand for all I care. I'm like a dog and when you make me mad I always come right back with a smile on my face. But every now and then, someone kicks a dog just right and boom, that's it; they bite your ugly face off. And rightfully so you dick, don't kick your dog.

I'm starting to drift, on with the story.

So I get home from work, trudge up the hill to collect the mail and here comes the neighbor driving down the street in her car. I start walking back to my place and she stops next to me and rolls down the passenger window. Now, I'm expecting your normal friendly neighbor conversation, "hey, sucks about the trees don't it?" (I know, enough about my goddam trees. They made the view even worse today btw.) But that's not what I got. No, not even close. This massive glob of Satan's bile mustered up every last little bitch bone in her body and shrieked out the window in an Oscar winning condemning tone, "DO YOU MIND PICKING YOUR DAMN BARK BAGS UP OUT OF MY YARD? THEY'RE BLOWING AROUND OUR LANDSCAPING!" (Which, by the way, looks like shite, but that's off topic)

Allow me to pause right here for a second to give a little background. This next part all happened in my head over a fraction of a second, but obviously that's not possible to convey through this medium, so you get the super slow-mo version. Early over the long weekend, my other next door neighbor put some fresh beauty bark out in front of their place and did the whole section that we share as well (thanks guys, you rock!). Monday I was doing all kinds of stuff around the house and remembered that I had an old bag of bark left over from when I installed the hot tub. So I decided to take that and spread it around on our half of the shared section between us and the other neighbor. And only on our half...didn't want to mess up their "beautiful" landscaping. Plus I only had one bag.

Now, I was sure that when I finished up I threw the bag away, because I am a considerate person. But I'm also a forgetful person, so I'm thinking, shoot, maybe I actually didn't throw it away. And come to think of it, I did see some white trash in the yard next door, but couldn't remember when I first saw it there. It also didn't register at the moment that, oh yeah, the bark I used came in a clear bag.

Un-pause.

I was taken aback with her tone, and what she was saying had confused me a bit. So I start to stumble out, "W-what? Oh, yeah, sure." But before I can really say anything, she's rolling up the window and continuing on down to her garage (which she drives into and closes the door before exiting her car). I walk back towards my place and it slowly dawns on me, no, I know I threw that thing away. Sure enough, I get to the top of my driveway and there are two empty white bags: one by their front porch and the other on the side of the house by their fence. NOT MINE!

Closer examination shows that they are indeed empty bags of bark, which would make them belong to my other neighbor. Again, NOT MINE. But, never being known to be a quick thinker I do something really, really dumb: I pick them up anyway and carry them over to my trash bin. I open the lid and wouldn't you know it, there's my empty bag sitting right there nestled snugly between a bunch of smelly stuff. Continuing my string of stupidity, rather than go dump them on her front porch, I shove them in the trashcan and stomp inside.

I know, this whole thing might have been fixed by me heading right over there and knocking on her door to explain what was up, but I do everything I can to avoid confrontation...call me a pussy, I don't care. Besides, given my inflamed state I couldn't have spoken to her without shaking to the point of verbal explosion. She didn't just touch that fucking nerve, she shredded it. Not only did she accuse me of doing something that I had absolutely no part of, but she did it in the most smug and reproachful manner she could. I've never done anything to give her right or reason to do that. Nothing. She ought to be damn ashamed of herself. Her parents should be ashamed of her and her kids should be ashamed of her. She's fucking scum and if they don't know it, they're even bigger idiots than she is.

So let's do a quick recap. She had obviously previously gone out there and took a good look at the bags to know for sure they were for bark. She then purposefully didn't pick them up (lazy fuck) so she would have reason to bitch about it. Next she assumed they were mine. Pun not intended, but definitely appropriate. (Class, what did we learn about the word "assume" from Silence of the Lambs?) Finally, she had an opportunity to confront me and she let loose. She had the perfect opportunity to kindly ask, "hey, are those by chance your bags that blew into our yard?" Not to mention the fact that she could have simply thrown them away herself (there's a novel thought you dipshit). But no, she jumps right to the harsh accusations even though I've never before done anything which would set the grounds for confrontation. In fact I've always done the opposite.

Does she really think after the way I've been towards them for the past two years that I'd let my trash blow into their yard and then just leave it there? WTF lady? You know, they have a special place for people like you, it's called hell. Why don't you pack up your shit and head over there now? I'm sure you'll fit in nicely. And take the rest of your demon spawn with you. I'll be damned if I'm going to give any of you the time of day now, no matter what becomes of this. You've obviously shown me your true face, and it's one of the ugliest I've ever seen. Get out of here before you taint my kid with your vileness.

I go out of my way to be nice to people, and when they do stuff like this, that's it, done. I have no room in my life for people that are insufferably rude. When you go out of your way to accuse me of something I haven't done... And I'm careful to say "accuse" because that implies a certain tone. If I've blatantly done something wrong, fine, I'll own up to my mistakes. But if you can't say for certain, you sure as fuck better put it nicely. There are few right ways of saying things and there are a lot of wrong ways of saying things. I am very careful with the words I choose, and I expect the same from everybody else. Unrealistic, I know, but that's the way I am. I'll often have a whole conversation in my head before I even start it. Rethinking and rewording before I even open my mouth. Which has some plusses and minuses. The biggest negative being, I often forget what I've actually said. So in my head I'm like, "I know I was thinking about saying <whatever it is>, but did I actually say it? Screw it, I won't say anything."

Sorry, drifting again.

So yeah, I know, stupid huh? All that over two frickin' bags. But hey, entire wars have been fought for dumber reasons. I can't really help it though. I can trace the reason for "the nerve" back to one specific incident in the 3rd grade. Yes, third grade. I won't tell that story, it's not that exciting anyway, but I can obviously say its left one heck of a deep scar that it isn't going anywhere. I guess it's not that bad of a fault to have, at least I can say the one thing that really gets to me. I could probably lump it all into "unfairness", but I'd say it's more specifically the accusations. Drives me up the wall faster than a spider being chased by the vacuum cleaner. "The world's not a fair place." I hate that phrase. Screw you, it could be if people would quit being idiots.

Okay, that's enough unorganized babbling. I feel much better now. Thanks for listening, you, my ears that cannot hear.

Oh wait, one more thing. Hey neighbor?! For the love of god, STOP WEARING STRETCH-PANTS.

Bury fear, for fate draws near

Thanks a lot fate, I really appreciate your help in making this a great day. I thought we agreed you were going to leave me alone for a while. I'll admit, you had me going there, but then this morning I received two requests from a certain beloved department at work. This wasn't so bad in itself because I can avoid that for a little while, but then I just had to go and get a fortune cookie with my lunch today.

"You will become better acquainted with a co-worker"

Looks like they'll be getting their stuff done today after all.

Dirty, stinking, rotten fortune cookies. I should have known better...

So sue me

Our culture is more contagious than I thought. Who would have ever guessed that our insanely litigious society would infect Russia? Well it's happened, proof here: Astrologer Sues NASA Over Comet Mission. Come on people, honestly, it's bad enough that we do it here.

It's 2AM, you can stop now

Sheesh, it's two in the morning here and I'm still hearing bottle rockets and the occasional M-80. I guess I'm going to have to take a trip over to one of the Indian reservations next year so I can compete.

So since none of you could join me for the Woodinville 4th of July festivities this year, I took the liberty of taking pictures for ya'll. (I'm actually still uploading them so I'll fill in the set tomorrow morning)

Hope everybody had a great holiday!

Edit- Pictures are all there now.

Can I interest you in a facelift?

As you can probably tell, I've made a few changes to this place. Had to add a little "me" to the site I guess. I'm still playing around with some things, namely text colors, but I felt it was close enough to go ahead and publish. I'm heavily abusing tables here, but my CSS layout skills aren't quite up to par so for now that's just the way it's going to have to be. I'll work on gradually getting rid of the layout tables sometime down the road. I've also noticed that it loads a little slow with all the background images for the posts (doubled by the fact that I have the images hosted elsewhere). So I may have to change some things around there.

Anyway, let me know if things look a little funky. My PC has some serious video card/monitor issues so I can't always trust what things look like on my screen.

Edit- I just noticed that some of the posts are missing their date posted header. Wonder what the heck is going on there. Weird.

Edit, Edit- Ahh, I get it, that means they are from the same day and the date only publishes once. Well that's lame, kinda mucks up my entire design. Hmmm...well I'm not going to change anything right now. Maybe there's a setting somewhere to always print the date.

Do you have any Dick's today?

An old college friend of mine was in town visiting family this weekend and he swung over to our place for a little while this evening. It was great to catch up and see a friendly face from back home. We didn't feel like cooking so ran out to Fred's Ale House in Snohomish for some excellent fish 'n chips action. Fred's has a great beer list, and today I chose to have Dick's IPA, which is described as: On a hops scale of 1 to 10, it's an 11. And it certainly lived up to the description, hoppy as all get out, but ooooooh so yummy. I've learned from previous vists to Fred's, which is just a little hole in the wall type place, that they often run out of certain things on the beer list. So when I ordered my drink I blurted out "Do you have any Dick's on tap today?" I didn't catch what I was actually asking until the waitress gave me one of those one eyebrow raised sort of looks. Luckily she laughed and informed me that, yes, they did indeed have it on tap.

PS- I know you don't read this, but great seeing you Chris, thanks for dropping by!

Wave of mutilation

For some reason, the Pixies kept popping into my head as I watched the real death blow being dealt to the trees today. It turns out that heavy machinery is no match compared to the destructive force of man himself. It only took the work of two of them today to pretty much decimate everything behind us. It's an interesting art form, logging is. As much as what I was witnessing sickened me, I couldn't help but watch in morbid facination while the two men sliced through tree, after tree, after tree. If you listened closely you could hear the trunks scream, a high-pitched squeal of fibers separating as their weight worked against them and they came rushing down to the ground with the sound of a hundred cars smashing full speed into a wall at once. It's dark now and the view is like looking over a field of slain giants in the moonlight. The sawdust their blood, the branches their limbs, the bark their armor. Strewn about like the aftermath of a slaughter to end all slaughers.

That Friday thing

I'm a little late with this, but fuck it. I've been saying that a lot lately, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it.

1. Photo albums or picture frames?
Flickr

2. Digital camera, disposable, or point-and-click?
Digital's where it's at. I love my Rebel and I'll never go back. No delay baby! Click, click, click as fast as I can to my heart's content.

3. What facial expression (of yours) is usually captured in pictures?


4. What's your favorite picture and why?
I couldn't find the picture I wanted, it's tucked away in a drawer somewhere, so this one will have to do. Why? Because skulls are cool. I'm sure there was a sign around there somewhere saying not to touch them, but hey, I don't speak French.


5. Do you take the picture after you say "1, 2, 3", or after you say "2" and right when you say "3", or do you use another method or not count?
I never really thought about it I guess. I generally take pictures of two different things: inanimate objects and Ava. Over the years I've come to learn that the former doesn't ever listen to what I say, and come to think of it, neither does the latter.