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Monday, February 28, 2005

Good times, good times.

Scottish Lakes was fabulous. It reminded me that life is best when you're admiring the simple things. The sun, the trees, the birds... the company of your friends. I'd write more but I'b sick. I'b been sick all weekend. But still, I had a fabulous time. More later.

[Picks up Nyquil bottle and passes out]

P.S. Illuminate the ramp!

Friday, February 25, 2005

When you said "roughing it"...

...I thought you meant w/out room service.

Things I have to look forward to this weekend:
1) A trip up to The Scottish Lakes with 30+ of my closest friends. And by 30+ I mean 8 people I actually know, tops and then about 20+ other people I've never met, all friends of friends.
2) Seeing Ms. Sally's bright, sunshiny face in the car on the way up to The Scottish Lakes. She. Is. Such. A. Morning. Person. (Not.)
3) Snowshoes! Sledding! A wood fired hot tub!

Thing I choose not to look forward to this weekend:
1) Packing.
2) Shopping for groceries.
3) Laundry.
4) Packing.
5) Letting the cold that has been having it's way with The Dude for the last two months get a hold of me. I'm going thru the non-stop sneezing right now and my throat is starting to get sore. Back, cold from hell, back, back!
6) Packing.
7) Not being able to order out for food. Whaaa? They don't deliver.
8) Did I mention packing?

The hotness continues.

Hot Hot Heat tickets for Vancouver go on sale at 10am. Sure I could have bought them two days ago with the InternetS pre-sale code they sent me, but I procrastinated and then when I went to get them this morning I realized the pre-sale was over. Now I'm going to have to elbow, shove and push my fellow HHH fans for my fair share of tickets. If you're thinking about going to the show, better hop on it. I predict this show is going to sell out fast.

P.S. Yippee! It's Friday.

Thursday, February 24, 2005


Okay, here's the thing. The Hot Hot Heat show? The one in Seattle? The one I had tickets for? That show last Monday? I ended up with an extra ticket because The Dude was too sick to go. So what did I do? Did I call my friends and invite them out with me?

No way. Too much work. Instead my lazy ass sent an email to a select group of friends 2 hours before the show started and then I went to take a nap. I was out cold by 8 something and missed the whole show. File that one under reasons I need more sleep. Or reasons why I'm lame.

Wait, it gets better. They're playing up in Vancouver, BC on April 9th and I'm totally going to get tickets.

Except this time I plan on actually going.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Through the storm, we reach the shore.

He started it, but I should have ended it. But once it started, I couldn't stop it. And once he realized what he had started, he couldn't finish it. I couldn't give in when he wouldn't let go. He wouldn't give in when I couldn't let go. It was a no win situation really.

So now we don't talk, don't write, don't communicate. And they say that the amount of time it takes you to get over a relationship is equal to half the amount of time you were together. But we were only in that situation for a few brief months.

Yet it took me over more than half a year to get over the sting of no closure. I take that back. I knew him for over 5 years, so maybe that equation is close enough to the truth. You know...

Sometimes you stare at something for so long you lose all perspective. But eventually you stop staring and you just get over it already.

I'm not going to lie and say I don't stop and wonder about him every now and then. But at a certain point you realize that you can't have it both ways. That some things in life are mutually exclusive.

Like being a nice guy or being a jerk. The jerk has been written off and the nice guy that never was has long since vanished from my memory.


Monday, February 21, 2005

Welcome to my own personal hell.

The SR 520 Bridge

At the heart of Seattle’s traffic congestion is SR 520 – one of Puget Sound’s major arteries for transporting people and goods. One of the oldest floating bridges in the world, the SR 520 Evergreen Point Bridge is at the end of its useful life and needs to be replaced for the safety of the traveling public. If this bridge were to suffer a seismic failure, travel time between downtown and Seattle and Redmond would nearly double from an average of 33 minutes to 55 minutes.

Um, we must have had a seismic failure like 2 plus years ago because my commute takes a hell of a lot longer than 33 minutes. Hell, it takes more than 55 minutes. 55 minutes? Where the hell do I sign up for that? I'll take a 55 minute commute any day of the week because it still beats my hour plus commute, each way on a daily basis.

And don't get confused. When they said "at the end of its useful life" they were referring to the life in which the bridge served as a means to get from point A to point B. Because let’s not mince words. It’s still got a full time life devoted solely to the purpose of sucking the soul of each and every person that has to sit on it, in traffic, the non-moving variety. Oh joy! I can't wait until they built that Monorail, you know, so I can continue to sit and traffic.

Just in case you're not from Seattle and don't know what I'm talking about, let me break it down like this...

Friday, February 18, 2005

In a world.

Tagline: Hell wants him. Heaven won't take him. Earth needs him. Um, no.

Let me clarify that for you. Picture this guy who can fly around, is all about fighting bad demony thingys, and says whoa way more than anyone should ever say whoa in all the movies ever made, combined.

Sound familiar? It should. My vote would have been for Matrix: The Heaven n' Hell Chronicles. But what do I know?

I mean, besides the fact that I plan on never seeing this movie.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

How you like dem apples?

I have a tendency to eat whatever's lying around in my apartment, or on my desk at work, or what's been left in my car for that matter. I also, however, have a tendency to buy fresh fruit and vegetables at the grocery store only to bring them home and let them rot in my fridge or in a fruit bowl on the counter, without ever eating any of them. Not to mention I eat at restaurants. A LOT.

What's my point? Earlier this week The Dude must have gone to the store and picked up some groceries because yesterday there was an apple sitting on the counter that wasn't rotten and didn't need to be thrown away and I hadn't been to the grocery store in over 3 weeks so clearly I didn't buy it. Unless, perhaps, a gremlin put it there? Well, at any rate, there is was sitting there all fresh and unrotten. So I took it with me to work and I ate it with my lunch.

I'm pretty sure it was the best damn apple I've ever had. Now it's not like I keep a running list of my top 10 favorite apple varieties or anything. But still, I wanted to know what kind it was, you know, for future reference. Like when I get all high maintenance at a restaurant and ask for this special variety in my apple tart.

And as luck would have it the apple was marked with a sticker. And folks, you can't make shit like this up. The name of the variety was pink lady. I repeat, Pink! Lady. Yep, that sounds about right.

P.S. I'm currently wearing a Pink! sweater.

P.P.S. And a shirt with Pink! flowers.

P.P.P.S. And Pink! earings.

This has been your monthly Pink! update. Signing out.

[signs out]

Monday, February 14, 2005

Gizmo & Co.

This weekend, courtesy of Netflix, I re-lived my childhood and watched Gremlins. Except, this time, unlike the first time I watched it, I didn't have to leave the lights on all night after viewing it. And this time, what I once found frighteningly scary, I found pretty damn funny.

First of all, the gremlins are running around in these cute little outfits. Which makes you wonder, where the hell did they get these outfits? Second of all, the stuff they are using is all scaled down to their size. I'd like to know where I can get me a gun the approximate dimensions of a bite size snickers? And third of all, WHERE THE HELL DID THEY GET THESE OUTFITS?

Let alone have time to get their ears pierced?

Also, I defy anyone to hear this song once and not have it stuck in their head for the next 20 years.

Happy Valentine's Day, my soft furry creatures with bat like ears. You can whine all you want, but I'm not feeding you after midnight.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Is that so wrong?

I have this love hate relationship with Tom Jones. I hate that Tom Jones thinks he's God's gift to women. On the other hand, I love that Tom Jones thinks he's God's gift to women. And I'm seriously considering the possibility of seeing him live in concert. Probably, I think... maybe.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Jesus is just alright with me.

I'd like to register some compliants.

To the moron at my gym. The freak who couldn't figure out what exactly those painted white lines in the parking lot were for. Thanks so much for parking in your space and then half of another one, leaving me with only half a space in which to get my park on.

To Ticketmaster. The company which screws me time and again with their ridiculous service fees. $8 per ticket? Why not make it an even $10? Or better yet, why don't you just require I hand over my iPod too, you greedy bastards.

To all the scalpers that bought up large blocks of U2 tickets. YOU will never get any money from ME. So suck it.

To the big G. You took the drummer from The Doobie Brothers yesturday. Couldn't you have taken Britney? Or Christina? Or better yet, both of those talentless skanks?

To Birdherder. The guy who's been spreading vicous rumors that I'm running scared from the RIAA. Nothing could be further from the truth.


Monday, February 07, 2005


Apparently, Apple does more than just create kick ass media players, great computers and slick glossy stores. They also enable you to send electronic hate mail greeting cards via the InternetS. I'm sure this isn't news to people. Mostly likely I'm the last to know.

Anyhow, you can make cool cards like this...

Smooches, Moi.

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Serenity now.

Deep, soulful eyes full of wisdom and contentment.

Is there another animal on this planet as peaceful and calming and wonderful as Bear? Ummm. That was a retorical question.

But just to clarify, NO.

I didn't Photoshop this image. Honestly, he really does glow with that much warmth and love and serenity in real life.

And yes, I just used Photoshop as a verb. Worse things could happen. So deal.

Friday, February 04, 2005

In this town.

Last night I ended up driving through downtown on business related mission. I'm not going to bother you with all the details. Not because it's a secret, but more because it was totally mundane. Trust me. You don't want me to bore you with all the yawn worthy details. The point is... I loved every minute of it and I LOVE SEATTLE.

Now this isn't the point at which I talk up Seattle until I'm blue in face and then take it all back by turning around and saying, "Nope, just kidding. Got you." That's because I fucking love Seattle. I love it's proximity to the mountains and the trees, to the skiing and the hiking, to the lakes and ocean. I love the weather and I love traveling to other cities because I know, in the end, I'll end up back in Seattle. It's a town where it rains less often than most people think it does, and that's just fine by me.

I love all the great boutiques and shopping. I love the local restaurants, pubs and cafes. And I love the fact that at even the fanciest of restaurants you will most certainly end up running into a slew of people that are wearing ski jackets with their finest slacks and skirts, or more likely, just jeans.

Seattle is a laid back town of practical folks that enjoy a good cup of coffee and a warm slice of freshly baked bread. But what I really love about Seattle, is that even if you don't enjoy these things, you'll still be embraced by the people of Seattle with the same amount of hospitality and love as if you did. And how could you not love a town filled with those kinds of people?

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

We might as well be strangers.

Since Washington State is under the misunderstanding that it's spring today, what with the near 60 degree weather and all, I decided to take a short walk to the nearest teriyaki hut to grab my lunch. In the less than half mile walk back to my office I saw someone running across the street that looked like someone I know but haven't talked to in over a year. As he got closer I dismissed that idea, and because on the off chance that it actually was him, stopped looking in his general direction.

As I was waiting at the crosswalk for the light to change, I decided to sneak one more glance at him, you know just to be sure it wasn't him, and because a) he had long since passed me b) there was still a street's distance between us and c) he had been running away from me with therefore no possiblity of us making eye contact. Except, apparently, he had stopped running because when I looked back he was standing there decidedly not running, not walking, just staring in my direction. According to my calculations that was not supposed to be possible. Apparently my calculations were way the fuck off. In an attempt to avoid eye contact or give him any false impressions that I actually cared if it was or was not him, I immediately looked away.

Fuck. That's what I get for looking back just long enough for him to see me yet not long enough for me to identify him. What a waste.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005


A couple birthdays ago J-Dog suprised me with a copy of Hot Hot Heat's Make Up the Breakdown, a band that at the time I had never heard of. Upon arriving back home and freeing it from the cellophane wrapper, I immediately took a liking to it which, for me, is sort of unusual. Even when a new U2 CD comes out it normally takes me a while to warm up to all the songs. Heck, it took me a while to warm up the the entire Keane album.

Anyhow, my point is Hot Hot Heat kicks. But that's a fact that kinda slipped my mind in the last year or so as other CDs in my collection got in the way. This weekend while out to breakfast at some dive, I thumbed thru a local weekly and saw a listing for a new Hot Hot Heat tour. Since Make Up The Breakdown, apparently, they've come out with a new album. It piqued my interest in them once again. And after dusting off the album I have and giving it another listen, and then wandering over to their website to hear some new songs, I am once again remembering why I was so totally taken by them. These boys from Victoria, BC totally rock.

So to summarize: Monday February 21, 2005 8:00PM @Neumo's Experience the hotness. No excuses because they're playing all over the US, not just Seattle.

In the meantime, run out and buy their album. I'll run out and buy this. And we can both hold our breath waiting for the next album to be released on April 5, 2005. And I'm not just saying that because I'm friends with the drummer. (I wish.)

Cake. It's what's for dinner.

[cue beef theme song]

I'm having a big piece of chocolate cake for dinner. And I know what you're thinking to yourself... That's not the main course, right? But dessert? Nope. Just cake. For dinner. Must be chocolate. Oh yes.

The only question is where should I get this piece of cake? I'm thinking Simply Desserts in Fremont or Pies and Pints in Ravenna. I'll have to weigh my options carefully and report back later.

Decisions, decisions.

[2 hours later]

Egan decided to bring me my cake, bless his little heart. Now if only he would only hurry up and read The DaVinci Code, I'd be one happy camper. Anyway, in my glee, I neglected to take his picture with the cake. Oops! Theses are going to have to do. Especially since the cake is no more. That's right. I ate it already. All of it. Yum.

Cake, cake, cake!

The unveiling.

Seconds later, it was gone.