Friday, August 31, 2007

Countdown to the Long Weekend

Well kids the countdown to the long weekend begins. My job has generously declared a half day today so I'll be out of here by 2pm today. I think I'm gonna use that extra three hours to Play some GTA San Andreas and maybe eat some leftover chinese food. Whatever I do, its going to be in the presence of heavy air conditioning. Maybe I could go catch a matinee or something.

As it turns out, my contemplation of not drinking anymore was quickly cut short by an invite to the Crown by some folks from work. What could I do? I can't let them go to the crown by themselves...thats all I have to say about that.

Camping was an exciting time. I think we actually had a group of people move across the road because of us, but at least they did that instead of turning it into a beg pencilneck incident

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Regarding Whiskey

Never again. I threw up on the way home from San Clemente on Tuesday. It might have had to do with drinking nothing but Beer and then whiskey all day Monday. Tim, Tom, and Bill make it look so easy, I thought I could hang. I cannot. So I say this on the start of my 32nd year on this planet, I forsake whiskey for good. There are Whiskey and Bourbon types and there are vodka and Gin types. I am the latter. One more of lifes little "who am I?" questions answered.
Frankly with Randy out of the picture, (and apparently disinclined to even maintain contact) I'm inclined to give up alcohol all together.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETE!!!!

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Steve the confused and frustrated apartment manager

So I went to Randy's old apartment to pick up the laptop he left behind. I was a little leery of doing this, knowing the condition he left the place in, I was worried about running into an angry landlord out for blood looking for anyone connected to the son of a bitch that left him with the awful job of disposing of a refrigerator that had been off for last month or so, with food still in it. What I found was a friendly old chap named Steve. I told him I was a friend of Randy's and that I needed to pick up a few things, specifically a laptop that he had left. Steve asked me to come outside, he said he was tired of the smell. He asked my name, I told him. He asked if it was true that Randy had lit out to Alaska. I told him that was true. He said I could go on in and take whatever I could find. I went to Randy's bedroom looking for his laptop. Sadly it was not there. Steve had come inside with me. His mood was best described as perplexed. Steve just couldn't wrap his head around the concept of someone leaving an apartment in such a state. I can't say I much disagreed with Steve. Broken beer bottles littered the floor. Closets were left half full of clothes. Blankets, a door mat, old mail, dishes in the sink, old porn videos on the floor. A stereo sort of half boxed up. There was a bed frame, but no bed. I was tempted to take a few things that I could use around the house but I didn't want to seem like a looter, leaving Steve only with the detritus. Steve told me that the Goodwill had been by earlier, but didn't want anything, the place smelled too badly they had said. Steve expressed regret that he had entered the apartment without prior notice but that the neighbors were complaining about the smell and that he had suspected that someone, or something had died inside. He described to me that the refrigerator had "blown up." I'm not sure what he meant, but I'm quite sure that whatever had ended up growing inside that fridge was capable of breaking free in a dramatic escape attempt possible resembling an explosion. When I told Steve that I didn't see a laptop, he said he didn't know nothin about no laptop but that there was a computer monitor in the closet. No thanks. Steve had funny way of continuously looking around, as if surveying a war zone and seeing some of his best friends splayed out, limbs in places they shouldn't have been. His expression said to me, "I've seen some fucked up shit...but this...". The question he kept repeating verbally was "why". As in, "why would he leave this..." why "would he leave that...". I felt bad for Steve, he had quite a bit of work ahead of him. I told him I had a pick-up truck and that maybe I could swing by later in the week and pick some stuff up. It wasn't true. I'll never go back there again. I took down Steve's number and told him that I would asked randy to give him a call. I think Steve wanted a call back, more than anything just to have that question answered.."why". Just as I was leaving Lauri had finished getting Randy' mail, a foot high stack of bills and magazines like Forbes and Car Craft. Lauri said she wanted the lamp she had given Randy back. So I went back in, only to find Steve still standing there surveying the carnage, shaking his head.
Sorry Steve, there is only one answer to this conundrum and you missed him by six days.

Epilogue

I never did find Randy's laptop and I noticed right away that Steve was wearing Randy's Alaska baseball cap, and I had for a minute suspected that Steve had helped himself to the laptop. Happily, I found out that Randy's aunt had beat me there and collected the laptop, so it's on it's way safely to Alaska.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

43'd from Ichima

So this is actually pretty embarrassing but its a good story so I'm gonna tell it. Me and Lauri got 43'd (half of 86's you have to leave but you can come back) from Ichima Sushi. Here goes...

So we ordered some sushi. Was it a lot? I don't know we ordered alot of small stuff like a couple of spicy tuna rolls and some salmon and yellow tail sushi. Then we ordered a few specialty rolls you know Rainbow, crunch, philly, etc.
The waiter takes our little sheet without saying a word. But 2 minutes later he's back.
"I just wanted make sure you wanted all these rolls"
"Yes" we said.
"It's a lot of Food!" He said
"We know..."
"Okay..." he mutters tentatively.

The rolls begin coming. One after another. As if no one else can eat until our huge order has been filled. We are enjoying our dinner, eating slowly as the rolls begin to pile up. We have 4 rolls that we are picking from. Here comes the waittress...
"umm I just wanted to know if you really wanted the rest of the rolls you ordered..."
I sigh. These signals are none too subtle.
"umm what do we have left"
"a philly roll, an in and out tuna roll, and a eel avacado roll."
They all sound so delicious why would we not want these rolls? But clearly Ichima is worried that our guts will burst open with raw fish and they will be forced to mop it up?
so I say "okay just bring us the philly roll and thats it."
So she does it, none too happy I might add to risk an explosion.
We finish the last of our food and the first waiter comes over and says "so you cancelled two rolls?" with that oh so smug I told you so giggle.

Bastard.

Here's the thing...this was not an "all you can eat" situation. we were paying for everything we ordered. Here's the other thing...you can go to the same sushi place on different nights and get different portions. you can get a spicy tuna roll that is tiny and only four pieces, or you can get some sushi that is a 1 inch x 1inch piece. So I order a lot. So what?

So by now, you're wondering, "how much could they have possibly ordered to warrant that kind of response?" Okay well here's the list, try not to judge us too harshly.

2 yellow tail sushi
2 salmon sushi
1 rainbow roll
2 spicy tuna rolls
1 ichima roll
1 crunch roll
1 eel avo roll
1 philly roll
1 in and out tuna roll

Yes, looking at it, it is quite a bit but you never know how small those sushi pieces are gonna be. Anyway, here I sit, satisfied, but not bursting. I wanted to be bursting...

Disc 6 Track 12

What's Up Fatlip

Feelin' downtrodden
Fresh kid turned rotten
I can't believe I'm like E then I'm coppin
Over the years seems like I'm gettin' dumber
Reminiscing to a time when I was younger with a hunger
Full a dreams, determination, self-esteem
But now it seems they hesitate to be on my team
You know the routine, when you winnin' they grinnin'
All up in your face, like they was wit' you from the beginnin'
But on the flipside,
When you washed up like a riptide
Fools clown 'bout how you slipped and let shit slide
Beside the fact
My voice is wack
Clowns runnin' around, talkin' 'bout I smoke crack
Ain't got no homies that got my back
Yeah I'm a brotha, but some times I don't feel black
My girl is white
My game aint tight
Niggas who ain't seen me in a while be like "Dude, you aight?"

Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin'
When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'"

Blowin' like a sucka almost every day
In the back of your mind you prob'ly thinkin' I was gay
But naw, I'm just a bitch ass nigga
The type that get jacked if I's a rich ass nigga
See I been a loser just about all my life
Type that try turn a ho to a housewife
What do you expect
I give respect
And feel for hoes niggas keep in check
I'm far from hard
Emotionally scarred
On Pico Boulevard
I was regarded as a retard
I make myself sick
Get on my own nerves
Immature, insecure,
Grown up nerd
Has-been MC
On a label that's unstable
Choppin' bliggy on a table

Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin'
When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'"


Living Life Among the Tall Trees


The Hike from Hell part 2

This is a view of Half Moon Meadow from an 800' elevation gain in just under a mile.

Hike from Hell


This is Half Moon Meadow...

Night Drive


We decided to go for a little drive at night. Little did we know that we wouldn't make it back to camp until 10pm.

The Shadow of a Man


I enjoy a bologna Sandwich.

Yosemite Valley from Dewey Point

If trees can see, this one will have had a pretty good view for the last 500 or so years.

Campsite #6 Summerdale

The quintessential campsite. However, we placed our tent under a tree, apparently upsetting the local squirrel. At night he would bark at us angrily and rain down upon us with tree detritus. Fortunately, none of it was fecal.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Things that drive me absolutely insane

So, I know that every time that I blog (few and far between) it’s always some sort of complaint or bitch session (except for the Lauri my hero blog), but that’s how I roll. Here are a few things that you may call pet peeves, but I simply call them things that drive me fucking crazy. This was inspired by a shitty driver on the way to work the other morning that committed # 1.

1. When people wash their windshield on the freeway. Hey Asshole, there are people who are driving behind you that now have your dirty water and washer fluid all over their car. This especially pisses me off when I am the car behind said culprit or when I have just come from the car wash. Have some courtesy and do that shit when your car is at a complete stop.

2. Couples who go out to eat and sit in a booth, but sit on the same side. If no one is meeting you, just fucking separate for one meal. Plus, who wants to be elbowed for an entire meal when you can sit across form each other and gaze into each others eyes.

3. People who insist on touching my face. I have no idea where your hands have been or when the last time you washed them was, so keep them the fuck off of my face. I don’t wash my face for nothing.

4. People who call my job and have no information nor are they willing to find it, but want me to help them. On a daily basis some retard ass customer calls my job and wants some information about their order (i.e. order status, payment information, tracking, etc.), which is fine; however when I attempt to assist them the inevitable happens. When I ask for the item number purchased, or the user id the item has been purchased under, the answer is “no, I don’t have it, can’t you find my order another way?” No, I cannot. Once I had a guy get angry with me because he had no information to offer, no item #, no, user name, not even what he had purchased, and when I explained that I could not locate his order without any information he said “What do you mean you can’t locate my order, I thought if I called you would just know.” What!!?? Was he serious? Now I’m supposed to be a psychic. Actually this one is pretty much summed up as I don’t like dumb people.

5. People who ask if you’re okay when you’re crying. It’s just so stupid, if I’m crying I am obviously NOT okay, genius!

Monday, August 13, 2007

Fare Thee Well...

A sad reality is now coming to fruition, Randy is leaving Southern CA for the wilds of Alaska. And soon. His flight leaves Thursday morning at around 8am. I'd like to send him off with a proper hangover, so lets do it up right and meet at the Crown on Wednesday evening, to say your goodbyes and Fare thee wells. In the mean time feel free to stop by his apartment and pillage all his shit that he won't be able to take with him. (I got dibs on the table and ice chest so keep your grubby hands off.) If you've always wanted a Duck hunting couch, chair, or ottoman now is your chance.
Tell all your Pasadena friends that the man largely responsible for Casa De Moe is heading for greener pastures.
With a little luck and hard work, it won't be too long before we see him down in these parts again.
Please Be There!

Friday, August 10, 2007

Things that have nothing to do with each other

  • Spiderman
  • The Silver Surfer
  • Batman
  • Superman
  • Wolverine
  • Water
  • Food
  • Shelter
  • Beer
  • Your Mom
  • Glue Sticks
  • Lou Reed
  • Walking on the Wild Side
  • Floor Plans
  • City Maps
  • "Luminous beings are we...
  • Not this crude matter"
  • Boba Fett
  • Is a loser
  • Paid Time Off

Memba Dis?


Thursday, August 09, 2007

Things you don't need...

It's a funny thing about having slighty more money than you need. You end up buying some crazy shit sometimes. Let me list for you some of the purchases that I've made over the last few weeks:

1. Buck Knife that has plyers, flat and phillips screw drivers, and a can opener. It can be opened with one hand, in case you're "in a tight spot".

2. Remember that video game for the PS one called Intelligent Qube? Probably not because they sold so few of them that it's now considered sort of a collector's item. Well I dug that game but never bought it when it was new. I found it on Amazon.com for about twice what it originally sold for. (it was still way cheaper than the eBay price)Yeah...I bought that.

3. Custom made vans. on vans.com you can put together your own slip-ons or old school shoe. I made a pair of dark brown old-school shoes. Sure they won't be here for 5-7 weeks, but what the hell.

4. Boony hats. I actually went to an army surplus store and bought a solid green army boony hat. Why? I needed a sun hat for hiking and I like the small brim. You also can't beat the fact that it has a strap around it so that if I need to camoflauge my head I can stick some branches in there. I'm gonna wear it camping and there's nothing you cunts can do about it. Oh yeah, and I also bought a matching one for Lauri.

Yeah, pretty crazy. I should probably stop all this frivolous spending and go put some of that surplus in a CD or something. These are all pretty minor purchases so I don't feel bad about it, but they are also things that I thoroughly don't need.

Monday, August 06, 2007

This blog...sucks.