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I’m so talented. How talented are you? So talented that I managed to catch a cold during the first official weekend of the summer. I went camping this weekend and came back with a cold that kept me out of the office half of yesterday. It seems like every year, for the past several years, I’ve gotten sick as soon as the weather turned really nice. I guess that’s just another one of my super powers.
While stuffing cloths in a backpack today I came across my old thumbring. I used to wear it all the time, but lost it one day. Because of where I found it, I can only assume that I had taken it off for Tai Chi or Yoga and forgot to put it back on… that was over a year ago. It’s strange because just a few days ago I mentioned to someone that I used to wear a thumbring. I think I’m going to again. I hope nobody is watching me because I just removed the ring and smelled it; it may need a little soap and water action.
P.S.
Captain, I can’t respond to your messages because I lost your email address. Either shoot me an email or just fill in that part next time.
I went camping last night… in my living room. In preparation for a camping trip this weekend, I set up a tent and pulled out a sleeping bag, all in my living room. Combined with the kayak sitting on the foosball table, it was a nice little campsite. Plus I could sit in my tent and watch television or play video games, and I was close enough to an outlet that my computer didn’t have to run on batteries. Something I learned: Even a small tent looks huge in a living room. So I took it down today during my lunch. Not exactly roughing it I know, but it was fun, so fun I can’t wait to do the real thing. I really can't wait for the food. Campfire cooking is the best and anyone who disagrees is a communist. That’s right, I said it. Unfortunately, my cast iron cookware is limited to just one big pan, but you can make a lot in one big pan. Beercakes and bacon just may be in my future.
In other news, at the constant hounding of Barefoot Warrior, I updated the leaderboard. The bios are a bit janky because some of the numbers show through, but I’m too lazy to fix it right now. If you haven’t submitted a caption on the dark side of the page, do so now for another chance to roll.
Instead of drinking beer, getting sunburned, eating gizzards, watching fireworks, seeing friends, having BBQ, watching carnies and otherwise participating in the drunken debauchery that is GizzardFest, I was some 300 feet below the surface of the earth exploring a cave with my parents and 20 or so assorted southerners. We saw lots of guano, lots and lots of guano. Huge piles of bat feces. I have some interesting, if a little blurry, pictures that I’ll post sometime in the next year. But enough about me, how was it? What did I miss? Who puked? Who passed out before the sun went down? Who has horrible, skin melting sunburn?
Thing the First:
Does anyone happen to have a copy of the Johnny Rockstar theme song? I lost mine in the great Windows/Linux debacle of ’06, and I’d sure like to have a copy for nostalgias sake.
Thing the Second or Why My Boss Rocks The Hizzy:
The following conversation actually took place over several emails, but I’m going to paraphrase for the sake of clarity.
Me: Can I take a short lunch and then leave at 4:30 on Friday? I’m going to Memphis.
My Boss: I’m not going to be here, so just leave at noon… or do you want the whole day off?
Me: Just the half day would be fine thanks.
My Boss: Okay, have fun.
Me: The guy driving the green jeep in the left lane of the two-lane, one way street.
You: The asshole in the truck who tried to make a left turn from the right lane and ran me off the road.
What do you say we meet up again sometime so I can give you some driving instructions, you inconsiderate, assaholic douchecock. I’m on that road twice a day, everyday; I’ll keep my eyes open for you. It might be hard to reconnect though, since I’m going to speed like a bat out of hell to get away from any truck that even remotely resembles yours. But really, let’s do it again sometime. But maybe next time I can return the favor and drive like a blind idiot, forcing you off the road. What do you say?
Great new pictures of our favorite Sippy Cup at the end of this album.
I got my culture fix in Memphis this weekend. I went to an art gallery showing "Things I found at Thrift Stores", a frame shop with a few pieces of real interesting art, a lamp store with hundreds of strange lamps and a rug store that sold intricate imported Asian rugs. Plus I ate delicious hummus at a Mediterranean restaurant for lunch and Spicy Shrimp Sushi for dinner. One of these times I might actually check out the nightlife on Beale street.
I also found the perfect wooden box for my latest project. Apparently the town of Batesville has an embargo on little wooden boxes because I searched high and low and couldn’t find anything. But with my Memphis box, I spent Sunday afternoon and evening making a Mad-Scientist Lamp.
I have bios up on the leaderboard now, scroll over your name to see your story. I don't know all of you that well, but I think I got things pretty close. If not, too bad this is my site and I'll say what I damn well want to say. In honor of having actually updated something in less than six months, here's a chance to get some pins nocked down in the second frame. As always, if your name isn't on there yet, it will be if respond to this. Also, I try and make these as random as possible so it's not a matter of who gets to google first. Come up with five awesome superhero names. Then I'll put together some sort of voting system or maybe just judge them myself. Let's try and steer cleer of things like Butsecks Man.
I just finshed writing a rather boring blog about the pasties I made last night. The food, not the nipple garment you pervert. Despite the hot meat pie goodness that is a pasty, my posting fell pretty flat. So instead, I’ll pass on a compliment that I received Tuesday evening that went something like, “You’re better than sea-monkeys.” I don’t know about you, but I could never get my sea-monkeys to grow. It was like pouring a packet of dust into a container of water and watching it stagnate for days on end. In fact, out of everyone I know who ever tried to grow sea-monkeys as a kid, only one was successful. Even so, there’s just something undeniably cool about sea-monkeys. Maybe it has something to do with the happy sea-monkey family pictured on every box. Of course actual sea-monkeys look absolutely nothing like the picture on the box; they’re far creepier. For whatever reason, sea-monkeys continue to captivate kids who like to stare at wet dust, and I’m apparently better than that.
