|Fun with the grandparents||January 29, 2013, 7:45 am|
At the breakfast table my dad's girlfriend calls and my dad answers and tells her she is on speaker phone.
Dad: "Say good morning, dad!"
Grandpa: "Hi, dad!"
|50 States in 275 seconds (100%)||January 28, 2013, 7:23 pm|
Beat my score. This was my second attempt at playing the game and playing with a touchpad on a laptop (no mouse).
|Stay classy San Diego||January 4, 2013, 4:03 am|
|Well, that was an interesting evening. [Protected identity], [protected identity] and a third-party boozed it up in the Jacuzzi and [protected identity] had the brilliant idea of playing truth or Dare (you know, because it's not like they're professionals with doctors degrees or anything). So it wasn't long before [protected identity] was trapsing about naked flapping his uhh… Well… his Whiskey dick flapping in the breeze. Then [protected identity] was drunk enough to briefly show the goods for protected identitys bending over and pulling down her bikini bottoms.|
|Florida bound||November 14, 2012, 6:56 pm|
|I'm driving a car down to florida. The owner is paying me a measly $550. But I am going to see about ridesharing on the way down and buying a car down there for a friend who is a used car salesman and driving the bought car back. Hopefully that will work out and I'll make some money in the end.|
|Save time making kindling||November 10, 2012, 12:56 pm|
Try this one, weird trick the firewood suppliers don't want you to know about:
|Venting time (FIT EV)||November 5, 2012, 2:14 pm|
In the last decade, Honda has been seemingly slipping, making questionable cars with questionable fuel economy compared to the golden era of Honda . They finally produce a car to make me fall in love with the company again but only release it in select cities and a limited number. It's just .. why....
|Birthday wish||November 5, 2012, 12:25 am|
I'd love a Prince of Persia feeling in atmosphere doom level made in honor of my agédness on Guy Fawkes Day.
General Rainbow Bacon had started one that was very promising which I hope maybe he'll finish :).
Something with some clever secret passageways and nooks and crannies to explore. Contrast from tight passageway to open to tight again is probably good (as well as low ceilings to high ceilings). Contrast is your friend.
I love GSTONE texture. I don't like marble, tho (because I had it as a default in DeepSea for a long time and it killed it for me. I also like the GRAY* textures (with gray4 being my least favorite for the same reason I don't like marble :p). I also like the various versions of the gray floor texture as seen in the above screenshot.
Pretty sure I'm asking way too much, but, well, I suppose it doesn't hurt to ask.
Some names for inspiration:
..and some random images to put you in the mood:
|Forum Bellend||October 24, 2012, 5:32 pm|
Well, I suppose I should live up to my title. Last weekend I went out on the town and did some dancing in the nightclub with my cane. Two lovelies started dancing with me a little and as the iron was hot for the striking as it were I came to realize that I had BO. I had forgotten to put on deodorant earlier in the day. So I hoofed it on over to the men's room, took a leak, washed my hands. But then I loaded up my hands with soap and went into the shitter. There I commenced to wash my armpits. But now I was faced with the conundrum of rinsing my armpits. I looked around the pooper-stall and sighed. I flushed the toilet and thought of how kitties are very cleanly animals and only drink the cleanest water. That's why you always see cats drinking from toilet bowls. Besides, the bathroom was busy and there was a towel guy in the bathroom so I couldn't exactly rinse in the sink....
A little later when Gangnam Style came on I asked a pretty girl who was sitting down if she'd like to dance. Shockingly her answer was no. So I gangnam styled it solo.
Later, after leaving the club without any numbers, I saw a super-stretch limo out in front of the club. I asked the pretty girl standing near the limo if she was riding in it and she said no. I decided to see if the door was locked and opened the limo door. It looked nice enough inside, but I closed the door again, figuring I shouldn't draw too much attention. The limo driver, I assume, told me not to touch the car. Shortly after, he opens the door and a bunch of people pile in, including the girl that just told me she wasn't going. I didn't ask if I could join the party. Later, a friendly enough guy asked me how my night was. I told him it was good enough and that I'm glad I didn't stay in line for the other club and had wised up to the fact that it was a gay club (given the number of dudes). He said that's nice, that he was at that club. Maybe halloween weekend will go a little better.
|Hurry up and wait||October 18, 2012, 10:11 am|
My brother's wedding hit all the right notes and all 'round tear ducts were in full pump mode. I decided to drive to NYC with Mom, sis and brother-in-law to see them off and, apparently, drive them to the airport, as well as catch up with some curly-locked Shinerocks. After some mighty delectable Maker's Mark whiskey hot chocolate, I crashed at Sol's place in Brooklyn and left in the morning so that I would be cutting it close, because where's the fun if there isn't a little risk and danger? Except, as I was getting ready to leave, I forgot that I had to go all the way up town, not just cross the water into Manhattan from Brooklyn Heights. So I scrambled my stuff together and started hobbling toward the station as fast as my cane abled body would move, downloading the NYC Subway app on my way, since iOS6 no longer has directions via public transport built in. The express (Green line number 5) to Manhattan turned out to have some issues, though, and the PA comes on alerting all the passengers that it will be suspended for an indefinite amount of time forcing me to hoof it several blocks to the Red express line (number 3) to the upper west side. I exit the station to see the Freedom Tower rising directly in front of me. My backpack is kinda heavy and the cane supported hobbling is severely hampered by the added weight to my otherwise light frame. I'm underground again and hear the train coming to a stop some distance away and so am racing down the stairs against a sea of exit-passengers. One man is headed toward me (I'm on the right side holding onto the right railing) so he's coming up on his left. I see he has no intention of getting out of my way and doesn't budge when I bark at him something to the effect "hey, dude, clearly I'm in some kind of rush here and I'm not exactly fit, so move". I think I actually said "Excuse me!" Damn New Yorkers, think they can just bully and hustle their way through a quasy-nimble cripple.
As I hit the landing the doors to the stopped train are still open. I amble over as fast as I can but they shut just as I approach them. Man, I've put in way too much effort to come this close only for the train to leave without me. I press my hands against the windows of the door and ... pull it open, somewhat to my surprise and pleasure. I jostle my way inside, ungainly, and hurriedly plop myself down in the first available seat, anxious to rest. I find myself seated among three very attractive young, professional ladies, two across from me and one next to me. They are completely non-plussed.
As the train is moving along I'm thinking if there is anything I might want to just double check. I look at the map--yep, red 3 line is express to Upper West Side. Nothing I need to double check with other passengers. All's good. A couple stops later, the lovelies leave and I hear the station announcement "Fulton" or "Wall St." Wait.. am I even going in the right direction? I ask the guy now to my left what direction this train is headed and he says downtown. AWWWWWWWSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMM!
In a quasi-panic I rush out of the train and head up the stairs, trying to figure out where I need to go to get the uptown train. I ask another guy at the top of the stairs and he directs me back down the stairs I just came up. Oh, look, there are two tracks running parallel to each other. One goes UP TOWN and the other DOWN. Novel, isn't it?
I get off the train around 10:10am at Broadway and W 86th St. I text sis if they can drive the car to me, as I'm feeling like a battered old man. "We haven't gotten dressed yet so come up to the apartment." Ever since my bro aptly tagged the absurdity of air travel with the line "hurry up and wait" I can't help but smile.
I also visited my artist friend. He makes wall hangings out of scrap pieces of wood. The works are flat one to two inches thick. They are not three dimensional in space. It just look that way.
Later we climbed a tower but there was something not quite right about the chocolate brownies we had eaten earlier and the tower started to become distorted:
Michael Zelehoski's latest tool is not a paintbrush or a stencil, or a even a chisel. It's a giant, 2500 pound table saw.
"this is the mother of all table saws, pretty much."
To see more of his art follow this link.
Here's a video on Mike's artistic process: http://player.vimeo.com/video/34932946
|Patagonia, here I come||October 17, 2012, 9:09 pm|
I hear there aren't any deer there.