10.30.2006

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My chin is cold. Why you ask? Because I promised myself that I would shave off the goatee after Halloween. I can't say I miss it much though. It was always snagging on things, moving around when it was windy (which gave the strangest tugging sensation on my chin), and towards the end when it was longer, every now and again it would end up in my mouth (YUCK).

The photos are from this Saturday at Cleve's. I really like the quality of the image the camera phone produces (excellent shots taken by Cathryn). I think I missed out on the casting call for the break dancin' DJ villain from Zoolander.

In continuation of my assault on literature with six word stories, Cathryn wanted me to pen a mystery...

None shall prevail.
The perfect crime.

10.25.2006

If I read "spooktacular savings" ONE more time...

Sadly, I'm not so much in the Halloween spirit this year. But I do feel something a comin' on. Maybe it was the windstorm that swept through this afternoon that flooded the streets with fall leaves. Or maybe it was putting up Cathryn's paper bats for work, but I think it's starting to finally feel more like autumn to me (ah, the beautifully temperate Bay Area). And tonight I even figured out a great idea for a costume!

If you haven't yet, you should check out Merima's pumpkins.

For some reason, I'm SO jonesing for a snack right now. Like Cheetos or Cheez-its (that Cheez-it craving isn't going away). Mmmm.... something crunchy and salty. I wonder how Bugles are doing these days. I swear they must put amphetamines in that stuff.

Anyway, here's another six word story :) This time, a bodice-ripper...

Innocent embrace
developed into
fiery passion.

10.23.2006

Shake the disease

I just previewed my previous blog entry in explorer and it sucks! Not funny at all. So my apologies to everyone who looked at that and were using a browser other than Firefox (in which, the words are HUGE and I still find it amusing because I'm juvenille that way).

So after days of feeling much better, I'm still feverish! What the fuck??? I got sick last week, got better by the end of the week, no sore throat, runny nose, or aches left to speak of. Yet I'm still illin'. Sigh. I guess I'll prescribe myself plenty of fluids and rest - probably what the doc will say anyway.

For lunch today I wanted to roast some pine nuts to add to my pasta. I got distracted and burned them all! Disgusted with myself, I dumped them into the trash, where they immediately began melting through the plastic bag. Sigh, I wonder how many trash bags I'll have to melt through with hot garbage before learning my lesson. (melted bags: 4, walt:0)

10.19.2006

Just fucking around. What else?

Ahh.. 'twas fun messing around with the giant text, but since I think few saw it and since on my browser it's interfering with my other entries, I've decided to replace this entry with a six word short story - inspired by the short story section of the latest Wired featuring six word stories by famed authors.

God failed him,
Vengeance was nigh.

10.16.2006

I'm shocked, cotton.

Hmmm.... blogger has been slow lately. What's up with that? Anywho, I just got back from a sortie to the new giant Target. I randomly wandered down the aisle looking for a mirror when this guy asked for my opinion on a painting he was considering. I responded, "You asked the right person, I'm a graphic designer!" Which made him happy and I answered all sorts of questions and in the end, it was decided that the art at Target wasn't for him.

I then got to thinking, ha, I just pulled the "designer" card. It was fun to think that my opinion mattered so much to a stranger (the guy by the way is an expert in his own right - he's a bridge inspector and currently works on the new bay bridge). I have more random converstations at Target it seems than anywhere else (I once met a recruiter who tried to get me to work for him while his pregnant wife rolled her eyes at his workaholism).

Speaking of random shopping stuff, last week we were walking out of Orchard Supply and this dude walked out behind us and he was a no joke cowboy. Now I know what you're thinking, "he was probably wearing a cowboy hat which doesn't necessarily qualify him to be a cowboy". Which is true. But he was also wearing cowboy boots and spurs. Yes, spurs. It was the spurs that got my attention. I could hear them behind us as we walked out (ching, clomp, ching, clomp...) It was like I was in a really weird Western set in residential San Lorenzo and instead of horses, we drove cars. And we were buying fungicide instead of whiskey. Like I said - weird!

The top photo shows us at Lanesplitters enjoying a giant pizza. MMmmmmmm.... and the other photo is mine and Cathryn's newest addiction. It's Bejewelled 2 and I made 4 hypercubes. Aw yeah! Seriously. The game is really addicting. You've been warned!!!

Recently purchased at Target®
Inova Micro Light ~ $6.29 on sale! Great keychain light that comes in handy :)
Cottonelle 12 pack with Aloe and Vitamin E ~ $6.00 on sale! Why your ass would ever need vitamin E, I have no idea, but after Northern disappointed me, Cottonelle TP has saved the day.
Progresso soups ~ $1.67 Amazing regular price!
3M Duct Tape ~ 3.99 on sale!
For taping up... things.
Palmolive dishsoap ~ $2.99 Can't wait to try the new foaming oxygenating action.

10.09.2006

It's rhetoric season!

Here's some snaps from a weekend past. We were on Angel Island and I finally got to try out my new football with Rajan. Here's a haiku of what happened:

Glorious football,
So fun on a sunny day,
Bounced into water.

And also, here's the forementioned shot of me and C dressed up a notch or two (or five for me). In seeing this photo, I can't help but to think how badly my parents need to repaint their living room. I also like how my shoulder blends into the background. I look like the widest person ever!

10.06.2006

No more pink, please.

It's an epidemic of guys wearing pink out there! One other thing that I don't miss about going into the office is walking to work from BART and having to pass by guys strutting around in their stupid pink shirts. What the hell??? I know I'm in the minority, but white guys + pink shirts just makes me think of them as idiots who look at a J. Crew catalog and does whatever they say. The next think you know, they'll be walking around with their collars flipped up.

I will also never be convinced about flat shoes for women being "in". Flat shoes will never be in for me - nothing ends a hot pair of stems better than some high-heeled boots or stillettos in my opinion.

Yes, the 80's was a very tough time for me fashion-wise. God help me, I even wanted a Member's Only jacket.

10.04.2006

Help! I can't tell where I am. It's dark and I can hear laughing.

Ah Jenga, where have you been my entire life? I've only played this game one other time and always wanted to get it. However, the guilt of buying all that wood from clear cut forest was just too much. That is until there was a great sale at Target. Jenga and several other very popular MB games were all on sale for 8 bucks and I couldn't pass up such a good price! (I talk about this sale a lot - if you donate to Toys 4 Tots, now's the time to stock up). Cathryn and I played a very rousing game of nerve-racking Jenga. I think we only got 6 or 8 more stories after the shot you see of the magnificent and very unstable 28 levels of Jenga blocks. After everything fell, we put together the tower. Yes, 'twas another riveting Friday evening at Casa Del Campo.

In other news, I keep getting spam for some guy named Walter Eichmann. Which is really weird since my secret alias is Swedish/Norweigian and decidedly NOT German. What the hell? And I guess no one needs a bigger cock or breasts anymore either because all my spam these days are about mortgages. Even the Nigerians have enough money. I say, if you haven't realized how absolutely fucked you are now if you still have an open ARM, you'll figure it out soon enough.

You know something else? I've probably taken hundreds, nay, THOUSANDS of showers, so I would expect to be rather proficient at the task. Yet every now and again, I can't remember if I've washed my feet already. Then I wash them again right at the end of my shower and subsequently recall that it's the third time I've washed them. Weird.