Don: Hey, Napoleon. What did you do last summer again?
Napoleon Dynamite: I told you! I spent it with my uncle in Alaska hunting wolverines!
Don: Did you shoot any?
Napoleon Dynamite: Yes, like 50 of 'em! They kept trying to attack my cousins, what the heck would you do in a situation like that?
Don: What kind of gun did you use?
Napoleon Dynamite: A freakin' 12-gauge, what do you think?
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Salon.com - War Room
The president's sacrifice
The White House announced this afternoon that George W. Bush will cut short his vacation so that he can oversee the government's response to Hurricane Katrina. As the Washington Post explains it, Bush's advisors are "sensitive to the image of a president vacationing amid the hurricane crisis."
That's fair enough. When the death toll is climbing, when rescue teams are still searching for the missing, when homes are under water and without power -- well, a certain amount of respect and common sense might suggest that it's not a good time to be playing Cowboy President down in Crawford.
But isn't it also fair to ask, what about Iraq? By our count, 71 Americans have been killed in Iraq since Bush arrived in Crawford on Aug. 2. The president didn't return to Washington on Aug. 3, when 14 Marines were killed near Haditha. He didn't return on Aug. 9, when five National Guardsmen and a soldier were killed in separate incidents. He didn't return when Iraqi negotiators failed to meet a deadline, then failed to meet a deadline, then failed to meet a deadline, then failed to meet a deadline and then failed to reach agreement on a draft constitution.
Instead, the president stayed in Crawford, bicycling with Lance Armstrong and avoiding Cindy Sheehan while making the occasional side trip to Utah, to Idaho, to an RV park in Arizona and finally to an Air Force Base in California. That's where the president was this morning, commemorating the 60th anniversary of V-J Day and talking about the "sacrifice" -- he used the word seven times -- that Americans have always been willing to make in times of war.
And now the president will make his own sacrifice, albeit for Katrina, not Iraq. The president will squeeze in one more night at Crawford tonight, then he'll fly back to Washington Wednesday. He'll have spent 28 full days away from the White House, two short of the 30 he had planned.">Salon.com - War Room: "The president's sacrifice
The White House announced this afternoon that George W. Bush will cut short his vacation so that he can oversee the government's response to Hurricane Katrina. As the Washington Post explains it, Bush's advisors are 'sensitive to the image of a president vacationing amid the hurricane crisis.'
That's fair enough. When the death toll is climbing, when rescue teams are still searching for the missing, when homes are under water and without power -- well, a certain amount of respect and common sense might suggest that it's not a good time to be playing Cowboy President down in Crawford.
But isn't it also fair to ask, what about Iraq? By our count, 71 Americans have been killed in Iraq since Bush arrived in Crawford on Aug. 2. The president didn't return to Washington on Aug. 3, when 14 Marines were killed near Haditha. He didn't return on Aug. 9, when five National Guardsmen and a soldier were killed in separate incidents. He didn't return when Iraqi negotiators failed to meet a deadline, then failed to meet a deadline, then failed to meet a deadline, then failed to meet a deadline and then failed to reach agreement on a draft constitution.
Instead, the president stayed in Crawford, bicycling with Lance Armstrong and avoiding Cindy Sheehan while making the occasional side trip to Utah, to Idaho, to an RV park in Arizona and finally to an Air Force Base in California. That's where the president was this morning, commemorating the 60th anniversary of V-J Day and talking about the 'sacrifice' -- he used the word seven times -- that Americans have always been willing to make in times of war.
And now the president will make his own sacrifice, albeit for Katrina, not Iraq. The president will squeeze in one more night at Crawford tonight, then he'll fly back to Washington Wednesday. He'll have spent 28 full days away from the White House, two short of the 30 he had planned."
The White House announced this afternoon that George W. Bush will cut short his vacation so that he can oversee the government's response to Hurricane Katrina. As the Washington Post explains it, Bush's advisors are "sensitive to the image of a president vacationing amid the hurricane crisis."
That's fair enough. When the death toll is climbing, when rescue teams are still searching for the missing, when homes are under water and without power -- well, a certain amount of respect and common sense might suggest that it's not a good time to be playing Cowboy President down in Crawford.
But isn't it also fair to ask, what about Iraq? By our count, 71 Americans have been killed in Iraq since Bush arrived in Crawford on Aug. 2. The president didn't return to Washington on Aug. 3, when 14 Marines were killed near Haditha. He didn't return on Aug. 9, when five National Guardsmen and a soldier were killed in separate incidents. He didn't return when Iraqi negotiators failed to meet a deadline, then failed to meet a deadline, then failed to meet a deadline, then failed to meet a deadline and then failed to reach agreement on a draft constitution.
Instead, the president stayed in Crawford, bicycling with Lance Armstrong and avoiding Cindy Sheehan while making the occasional side trip to Utah, to Idaho, to an RV park in Arizona and finally to an Air Force Base in California. That's where the president was this morning, commemorating the 60th anniversary of V-J Day and talking about the "sacrifice" -- he used the word seven times -- that Americans have always been willing to make in times of war.
And now the president will make his own sacrifice, albeit for Katrina, not Iraq. The president will squeeze in one more night at Crawford tonight, then he'll fly back to Washington Wednesday. He'll have spent 28 full days away from the White House, two short of the 30 he had planned.">Salon.com - War Room: "The president's sacrifice
The White House announced this afternoon that George W. Bush will cut short his vacation so that he can oversee the government's response to Hurricane Katrina. As the Washington Post explains it, Bush's advisors are 'sensitive to the image of a president vacationing amid the hurricane crisis.'
That's fair enough. When the death toll is climbing, when rescue teams are still searching for the missing, when homes are under water and without power -- well, a certain amount of respect and common sense might suggest that it's not a good time to be playing Cowboy President down in Crawford.
But isn't it also fair to ask, what about Iraq? By our count, 71 Americans have been killed in Iraq since Bush arrived in Crawford on Aug. 2. The president didn't return to Washington on Aug. 3, when 14 Marines were killed near Haditha. He didn't return on Aug. 9, when five National Guardsmen and a soldier were killed in separate incidents. He didn't return when Iraqi negotiators failed to meet a deadline, then failed to meet a deadline, then failed to meet a deadline, then failed to meet a deadline and then failed to reach agreement on a draft constitution.
Instead, the president stayed in Crawford, bicycling with Lance Armstrong and avoiding Cindy Sheehan while making the occasional side trip to Utah, to Idaho, to an RV park in Arizona and finally to an Air Force Base in California. That's where the president was this morning, commemorating the 60th anniversary of V-J Day and talking about the 'sacrifice' -- he used the word seven times -- that Americans have always been willing to make in times of war.
And now the president will make his own sacrifice, albeit for Katrina, not Iraq. The president will squeeze in one more night at Crawford tonight, then he'll fly back to Washington Wednesday. He'll have spent 28 full days away from the White House, two short of the 30 he had planned."
Sunday, August 28, 2005
ben lee sighting
so i was at whole foods today and as i was leaving, i noticed this guy sitting in the dining area between the bakery & jamba juice and he was checking out my friend elizabeth. i though to myself "he looks like ben lee." and so i said the same to elizabeth as we passed him, just as we turned to see his profile/back view, we got a good 3-inch crack shot. ben lee look-alike should wear underwear.
so later this evening, i was talking to jc about the stranger's amatuer porn contest. as i was searching for the article, i noticed the advert for ben lee. he was in town this weekend (AND I FUCKING MISSED THIE GODDAMN CONCERT!). so not only did ben lee check out my ex-girlfriend, but he also gave us our own private amatuer porn show. right there in the middle of whole foods.
breanna - not as great as all your fun musician sightings, but fun, nonetheless.
so later this evening, i was talking to jc about the stranger's amatuer porn contest. as i was searching for the article, i noticed the advert for ben lee. he was in town this weekend (AND I FUCKING MISSED THIE GODDAMN CONCERT!). so not only did ben lee check out my ex-girlfriend, but he also gave us our own private amatuer porn show. right there in the middle of whole foods.
breanna - not as great as all your fun musician sightings, but fun, nonetheless.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
work, beeatch!
monday
no work! went to agua verde and had lunch with laura and the joneses. great times. had cod. are we allowed to eat cod? isn't going extinct or something? we went kayaking and i loved it. had only been in a two seater, so this was quite a change for me. the four of us paddled around the lake (good fuckin' times, yo). the arboretum was lot's o'fun. i highly recommend the trip. saw some fish (three), four great blue herons (i almost hit one), some coots or cooters or some near-offensive bird name and about three hundred and seven mallards. those birds are funny when they're eating and have their bottoms up.
i had to pee about half an hour into a two hour trip. damnit.
flirted with some hot chicks and they flirted back. whoa. that was nice. but they were smoking (smoking hot, yes, but smoking cigarettes) and i think that's nasty and not in a good way. of course, upon talking to them, i was reduced to grunts and some unintelligeble banter "buh, duuuh, uhhh, *snort* yip, bork-bork, hayiee!"
i'm such a smooth muthufuckuh.
afterwards, we had margaritas, ceiviche (sp) and quesedillas. yum. had a call for an interview at starbux.
tuesday
woke up and i looked like a racoon. after sunday's hours in the park (what, like 6 hours?) and then the same time on the lake, i was filipino brown. i'm talking from the motherland brown. except around my eyes. i mean what would i do with out uv protection? not look like a freakin' snowboarder, that's for sure.
so i have my interview and i felt drunk. only i hadn't been drinking. i think, THINK i had TOO MUCH SUN. is there such a thing in seattle?
i thought the interview was terrible: she just told me about the job, what they were looking for and asked if i had any questions. typically, i am usually asked questions about myself, how i would handle certain situations, what's my sign, etc. uh, okay.
wednesday
no calls. i freaked. went to the hardware store for paint colors and to get a handle for my desk. the handle sucked so i walked to fred meyer. yes, that's right. i walked from the top of queen anne down through fremont over to ballard and into fred meyer. i hadn't been to a place like that in a long time.
thursday
went to bellevue for an interview with a microsoft temp agency. i hate the east side. i mean, the burbs just ain't my thing.
so i got home and dennis & rebecca were watching big brother. i had some smart ass comment - "do you know who the prime minister of iraq is?" and d got pissed. i do shit like that a lot - stuff i don't get, i attack. i got what he was saying and apologized. me: recovering modern jackass.
we went to cafe diablo. i had the diablo chocolate cake and some kind of cuban cappuccino. got a call from volt saying i had the starbux job, only it would start until the middle of sept. fuck. i hope i can get unemployment.
watched "bad santa." movie wasn't great, but i laughed a lot. and that's important.
music:
moby | hotel
no work! went to agua verde and had lunch with laura and the joneses. great times. had cod. are we allowed to eat cod? isn't going extinct or something? we went kayaking and i loved it. had only been in a two seater, so this was quite a change for me. the four of us paddled around the lake (good fuckin' times, yo). the arboretum was lot's o'fun. i highly recommend the trip. saw some fish (three), four great blue herons (i almost hit one), some coots or cooters or some near-offensive bird name and about three hundred and seven mallards. those birds are funny when they're eating and have their bottoms up.
i had to pee about half an hour into a two hour trip. damnit.
flirted with some hot chicks and they flirted back. whoa. that was nice. but they were smoking (smoking hot, yes, but smoking cigarettes) and i think that's nasty and not in a good way. of course, upon talking to them, i was reduced to grunts and some unintelligeble banter "buh, duuuh, uhhh, *snort* yip, bork-bork, hayiee!"
i'm such a smooth muthufuckuh.
afterwards, we had margaritas, ceiviche (sp) and quesedillas. yum. had a call for an interview at starbux.
tuesday
woke up and i looked like a racoon. after sunday's hours in the park (what, like 6 hours?) and then the same time on the lake, i was filipino brown. i'm talking from the motherland brown. except around my eyes. i mean what would i do with out uv protection? not look like a freakin' snowboarder, that's for sure.
so i have my interview and i felt drunk. only i hadn't been drinking. i think, THINK i had TOO MUCH SUN. is there such a thing in seattle?
i thought the interview was terrible: she just told me about the job, what they were looking for and asked if i had any questions. typically, i am usually asked questions about myself, how i would handle certain situations, what's my sign, etc. uh, okay.
wednesday
no calls. i freaked. went to the hardware store for paint colors and to get a handle for my desk. the handle sucked so i walked to fred meyer. yes, that's right. i walked from the top of queen anne down through fremont over to ballard and into fred meyer. i hadn't been to a place like that in a long time.
thursday
went to bellevue for an interview with a microsoft temp agency. i hate the east side. i mean, the burbs just ain't my thing.
so i got home and dennis & rebecca were watching big brother. i had some smart ass comment - "do you know who the prime minister of iraq is?" and d got pissed. i do shit like that a lot - stuff i don't get, i attack. i got what he was saying and apologized. me: recovering modern jackass.
we went to cafe diablo. i had the diablo chocolate cake and some kind of cuban cappuccino. got a call from volt saying i had the starbux job, only it would start until the middle of sept. fuck. i hope i can get unemployment.
watched "bad santa." movie wasn't great, but i laughed a lot. and that's important.
music:
moby | hotel
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Sony adds Web browser to PSP mobile game device - Yahoo! News
fuck. this is just too cool. if the stoopid universal disc format whatever actually takes off, sony could have a replacement for the clie. just drop palm 5.3 on this badboy and you are all set.
Sony adds Web browser to PSP mobile game device - Yahoo! News
Sony adds Web browser to PSP mobile game device - Yahoo! News
Sunday, August 21, 2005
weekend update
friday
last day of work
they gave me some starbucks alcohol for a parting gift.
had dinner with the jones's in west seattle. laura is in town! she's one of my dear friends from high school.
went to cafe diablo on queen anne and talked about married life.
went to the 5 spot and had HORRIBLE mojitos. the cuba libre (aka rum and coke) wasn't worth 5 bucks, but it was okay. also saw michael mcmurry, another high school chum.
saturday
walked to the udistrict. bought some books and ate a chocolate raspberry brownie. SO THAT'S WHERE THE CHUNKY BELLY SYNDROME COMES FROM! walked back and was kinda bummed. damn, but this drought has been rough.
sunday
got up and went to the danskin triathlon at genessee park to support liz. and get some skin cancer as i didn't even think about putting sunscreen on. this is seattle, for chrissakes!
afterwards, her friend mike dropped us off at volunteer park where we hung out with some old friends. deb & nicole, jen & julia, crosta and amy and joe. some older guy walked up and asked if we with the presbytarian group. the ladies said no, but he should check on the other side of the road. as he walked away, jen said "we're of the lesbytarian church, not presbytarian." damn, but i do love me some lesbytarians.
in sad news, it seems deb & nicole's kitty (ginger) is on her last legs. joe, ever the dear friend, has volunteered to put the cat down. it seems diabetes, a tumor and kitty laryngitis haven't been quite enough to choke the life force from it's tiny body. sad.
got home. talked to jeff about job, life, family, etc. took a nap. woke up and did laundry, then went for a walk. talked to niken and then vanessa. niken is fine in the woodlands. tomorrow is vanescha's first day of law school at university of new mex in albuquerque (i don't think i spelled that correctly). so she's already doing homework. blech.
last day of work
they gave me some starbucks alcohol for a parting gift.
had dinner with the jones's in west seattle. laura is in town! she's one of my dear friends from high school.
went to cafe diablo on queen anne and talked about married life.
went to the 5 spot and had HORRIBLE mojitos. the cuba libre (aka rum and coke) wasn't worth 5 bucks, but it was okay. also saw michael mcmurry, another high school chum.
saturday
walked to the udistrict. bought some books and ate a chocolate raspberry brownie. SO THAT'S WHERE THE CHUNKY BELLY SYNDROME COMES FROM! walked back and was kinda bummed. damn, but this drought has been rough.
sunday
got up and went to the danskin triathlon at genessee park to support liz. and get some skin cancer as i didn't even think about putting sunscreen on. this is seattle, for chrissakes!
afterwards, her friend mike dropped us off at volunteer park where we hung out with some old friends. deb & nicole, jen & julia, crosta and amy and joe. some older guy walked up and asked if we with the presbytarian group. the ladies said no, but he should check on the other side of the road. as he walked away, jen said "we're of the lesbytarian church, not presbytarian." damn, but i do love me some lesbytarians.
in sad news, it seems deb & nicole's kitty (ginger) is on her last legs. joe, ever the dear friend, has volunteered to put the cat down. it seems diabetes, a tumor and kitty laryngitis haven't been quite enough to choke the life force from it's tiny body. sad.
got home. talked to jeff about job, life, family, etc. took a nap. woke up and did laundry, then went for a walk. talked to niken and then vanessa. niken is fine in the woodlands. tomorrow is vanescha's first day of law school at university of new mex in albuquerque (i don't think i spelled that correctly). so she's already doing homework. blech.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
swingers
monday
work
home
watched swingers
ate leftovers
talked to liz for an hour. she seems to be going through the reevaluation of life that i have been in the last 2 years. great talking to her. she's invovled with americorp. does yoga. is taking a class at uw. wants to teach in a grad program (in vermont). lives on alki. misses gardening. we're going hiking at st. helens or stephen's pass before summer ends. rides her bike. hikes a lot. likes talking green. too bad she has a boyfriend. in boston, of all places. we're gonna have dinner with dave and amanda wednesday night. i'm looking forward to it.
since i got 2 hours sleep the night before, i turned in around 11:30pm and slept well. i have to say that it was the BEST rest i've had in a long time. after the poor sleep i had in january and february, i never fully recovered. it's as though my body is waiting for the ball to drop. again.
i'm feelin' kinda chunky. haven't been eating very well lately and i haven't been walking as much. hafta work on that. although i've stopped beer, ice cream calls me. daily.
work
home
watched swingers
ate leftovers
talked to liz for an hour. she seems to be going through the reevaluation of life that i have been in the last 2 years. great talking to her. she's invovled with americorp. does yoga. is taking a class at uw. wants to teach in a grad program (in vermont). lives on alki. misses gardening. we're going hiking at st. helens or stephen's pass before summer ends. rides her bike. hikes a lot. likes talking green. too bad she has a boyfriend. in boston, of all places. we're gonna have dinner with dave and amanda wednesday night. i'm looking forward to it.
since i got 2 hours sleep the night before, i turned in around 11:30pm and slept well. i have to say that it was the BEST rest i've had in a long time. after the poor sleep i had in january and february, i never fully recovered. it's as though my body is waiting for the ball to drop. again.
i'm feelin' kinda chunky. haven't been eating very well lately and i haven't been walking as much. hafta work on that. although i've stopped beer, ice cream calls me. daily.
Monday, August 15, 2005
weekend update
friday:
had dinner with the jones. drs bryan and diane jones are the parents of one of my high school friends, laura. bryan was my polisci prof back at TAMU. diane is a psychology prof, but i didn't take her class. they left TAMU for UW sometime in the mid 90's. i see them every couple of months. always great to share dinner with them. we seem to gravitate towards thai, the last three dinners were at racha in lower queen anne. mmmm, mmmm good. but i do love me some thai food. diane is going to help me with work on my fat one person show, as she is a psychologist doing research on body dysmorphia. we always talk politics and the meanderings of the idiots in power. i love it!
went home and i don't remember what i did. hmph.
saturday:
dennis and i went to ikea and target. i got lots of stuff for the home. i figure even if i leave seattle next year, i should live like i'm gonna be here. no sense in a perpetual temporary lifestyle, right? saturday night i cleaned and organized according to the prophet, david allen, author of "getting things done." good times.
sunday:
woke up and cleaned the bathroom. the tub was scrubbed for the first time in four months. yuck. made a migas for breakfast. they were good but not as good as kerby lane. jalapenos! i forgot jalapenos! damnit. i wonder if i've been away from austin too long. every once in a while, i'll miss it...
went on a walk and finally bought sunglasses. i've gone the last 3 months with a constant squint and my face was hurting from all that slantiness. had coffee if nina, a woman from uw that i started grad school with. she left lighting design after the first year and is now working on her art therapist training. i've run into her twice and thought i should at least see what's going on in her world. we had a good talk, but at exactly 5:15pm, she said "okay, i've gotta go." and was gone.
got home and made a dinner of chicken cacciatore. damnit, but i do love cooking again.
watched "singles." i hadn't seen it since it was in the theatre. did i watch it with kelly? ida know. back then, the city meant nothing to me. this time, i was awed by all of the familiar sights of my seattle home. even the fremont bridge made an appearance. the same drawbridge i walk across everyday. what a great movie. not brilliant cinema, but a MOVIE. a fairytale set in seattle. althought i've been happy to be alone, this movie made me want to share my time in seattle with someone.
it's 2:30am and i'm fucking wired from the coffee i had with nina and the subsequent gelatto i had at home. so i'm not so good at south beach. i just wanna sleep.
had dinner with the jones. drs bryan and diane jones are the parents of one of my high school friends, laura. bryan was my polisci prof back at TAMU. diane is a psychology prof, but i didn't take her class. they left TAMU for UW sometime in the mid 90's. i see them every couple of months. always great to share dinner with them. we seem to gravitate towards thai, the last three dinners were at racha in lower queen anne. mmmm, mmmm good. but i do love me some thai food. diane is going to help me with work on my fat one person show, as she is a psychologist doing research on body dysmorphia. we always talk politics and the meanderings of the idiots in power. i love it!
went home and i don't remember what i did. hmph.
saturday:
dennis and i went to ikea and target. i got lots of stuff for the home. i figure even if i leave seattle next year, i should live like i'm gonna be here. no sense in a perpetual temporary lifestyle, right? saturday night i cleaned and organized according to the prophet, david allen, author of "getting things done." good times.
sunday:
woke up and cleaned the bathroom. the tub was scrubbed for the first time in four months. yuck. made a migas for breakfast. they were good but not as good as kerby lane. jalapenos! i forgot jalapenos! damnit. i wonder if i've been away from austin too long. every once in a while, i'll miss it...
went on a walk and finally bought sunglasses. i've gone the last 3 months with a constant squint and my face was hurting from all that slantiness. had coffee if nina, a woman from uw that i started grad school with. she left lighting design after the first year and is now working on her art therapist training. i've run into her twice and thought i should at least see what's going on in her world. we had a good talk, but at exactly 5:15pm, she said "okay, i've gotta go." and was gone.
got home and made a dinner of chicken cacciatore. damnit, but i do love cooking again.
watched "singles." i hadn't seen it since it was in the theatre. did i watch it with kelly? ida know. back then, the city meant nothing to me. this time, i was awed by all of the familiar sights of my seattle home. even the fremont bridge made an appearance. the same drawbridge i walk across everyday. what a great movie. not brilliant cinema, but a MOVIE. a fairytale set in seattle. althought i've been happy to be alone, this movie made me want to share my time in seattle with someone.
it's 2:30am and i'm fucking wired from the coffee i had with nina and the subsequent gelatto i had at home. so i'm not so good at south beach. i just wanna sleep.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
sometimes you just gotta chink it up
friday
2nd dinner (in one evening) with beverly. we went to edmonds, the asian center of seattle. drove by lots of korean places and finally stopped at some place that wasn't too bad. we had some kind of hot seafood soup and korean beer. as the meal was winding down, the owner served everyone chili cheese fries. no really, he did. at a korean restaurant, we ended our meal with greasy chili cheese fries. neither of us wanted them, but the guy was sooo proud. what could we do? beverly is going to the philipines for 3 weeks. i wish i could go as i've never been to the motherland. someday, i will go. in the meantime, bubble tea and beef bulgogi will have to do.
2nd dinner (in one evening) with beverly. we went to edmonds, the asian center of seattle. drove by lots of korean places and finally stopped at some place that wasn't too bad. we had some kind of hot seafood soup and korean beer. as the meal was winding down, the owner served everyone chili cheese fries. no really, he did. at a korean restaurant, we ended our meal with greasy chili cheese fries. neither of us wanted them, but the guy was sooo proud. what could we do? beverly is going to the philipines for 3 weeks. i wish i could go as i've never been to the motherland. someday, i will go. in the meantime, bubble tea and beef bulgogi will have to do.
Friday, August 12, 2005
dragonfish
thursday
beverly, elena and i went to dragonfish.
does anyone else go to their post-10pm happy hour?
half price drinks and sushi? HELLO PEOPLE! we need to organize and take advantage of this resource!
beverly, elena and i went to dragonfish.
does anyone else go to their post-10pm happy hour?
half price drinks and sushi? HELLO PEOPLE! we need to organize and take advantage of this resource!
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
pineapples
wednesday
casa luna (aka casa tuna) got a fancy propane grill. remember, you must say "propane and propane accessories" like you are hank hill from king of the hill. i made a corn and black bean salad complete with cilantro, red onions, red peppers, jalapenos and avacodos, swimming in lime juice. oh yes, it was THAT good. arthur chopped veggies and brough shrip for kabobs. we ate well. i like the grill. coren, elizabeth's boyfriend, doesn't eat any meat so we had to segregate the grill. and btw, there are very few pleasures in this world like grilled pineapple.
casa luna (aka casa tuna) got a fancy propane grill. remember, you must say "propane and propane accessories" like you are hank hill from king of the hill. i made a corn and black bean salad complete with cilantro, red onions, red peppers, jalapenos and avacodos, swimming in lime juice. oh yes, it was THAT good. arthur chopped veggies and brough shrip for kabobs. we ate well. i like the grill. coren, elizabeth's boyfriend, doesn't eat any meat so we had to segregate the grill. and btw, there are very few pleasures in this world like grilled pineapple.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
birtday update
birthday karaoke at leilani lanes. good times were had by all. it was kind of a laid back night as everyone came from either their show or rehearsals.
dennis and his friend rebecca took maeka(sp?) and i too ihop for a delicious, greasy breakfast feast. she's something else. when someone in the audience told her how wonderful her patsy cline song was, she replied "i know."
i love partying like a rock star.
dennis and his friend rebecca took maeka(sp?) and i too ihop for a delicious, greasy breakfast feast. she's something else. when someone in the audience told her how wonderful her patsy cline song was, she replied "i know."
i love partying like a rock star.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
happy birthday to me
so today was my birthday
had horrible dreams last night about buying a house with corpses.
there was a 2 hour+ power outage here in queen anne last night.
a fight almost broke out on the bus this morning.
my new team bought me a cookie for my birthday. they are very nice and i could like working with them, should this assignment continue. i work in category - merchandise at starbuck's corporate. a bunch of business/artistic types and lots of designers. not too bad.
took the bus to whole foods and met elizabeth there. we thought about taking food to gasworks, but decided to eat at agua verde BUT... they were BUSY BUSY BUSY. so we went back to my place and walked arounda bit, to kerry park and then up the hill. had dinner at great, decently-sushi place.
dave called and sang happy birthday in chinese. ben called an sang the marilyn monroe happy birthday. jeff almost forgot, but i reminded him. becca, mona, darla, liz and lo also called. kelly did not.
i'm off to eat ben and jerry's ice cream. saturday night, i'm going to leilani lanes for bowling, karaoke and drinking... all in celebration of my birthday.
had horrible dreams last night about buying a house with corpses.
there was a 2 hour+ power outage here in queen anne last night.
a fight almost broke out on the bus this morning.
my new team bought me a cookie for my birthday. they are very nice and i could like working with them, should this assignment continue. i work in category - merchandise at starbuck's corporate. a bunch of business/artistic types and lots of designers. not too bad.
took the bus to whole foods and met elizabeth there. we thought about taking food to gasworks, but decided to eat at agua verde BUT... they were BUSY BUSY BUSY. so we went back to my place and walked arounda bit, to kerry park and then up the hill. had dinner at great, decently-sushi place.
dave called and sang happy birthday in chinese. ben called an sang the marilyn monroe happy birthday. jeff almost forgot, but i reminded him. becca, mona, darla, liz and lo also called. kelly did not.
i'm off to eat ben and jerry's ice cream. saturday night, i'm going to leilani lanes for bowling, karaoke and drinking... all in celebration of my birthday.
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