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long rambling post about nearly nothing.
Feb. 14th, 2007 02:10 pmI keep checking back here, in hope that someone will have updated my journal in my absence, with something interesting, funny, or I don't know, honest, even.
No-one is doing this, so it's up to me.
It's valentine's day, if you are in San Francisco, you still have time!
http://laughingsquid.com/tag/pillow-fight/
At six o'clock, when the ferry building clock strikes, be at market and embarcadero with a pillow to get creamed.
I'll be most certainly on my way home, I am much too low-energy today for shenanegans or hooliganism or tom-foolery or such. Tom Fool must have been a fun guy to have around, unless of course, you were trying to impress a girl or getting pulled over by the cops, then he was probably a liability.
I'm carving a new woodblock of sunflowers. It's slow going, cause there are lots of little squares. It will be a nice print. I was really rough and not precise at all with the drawing, and I'm trying very hard to preserve all the little inexact criss-crosses of the lines, which call for some fairly precise carving.
Mystery was saying the other day that I should try to be an illustrator. Sounds like a good idea, since I'm always working things out visually and making little drawings. They could translate easily to more complex drawings and finished illustrations. I just don't know how people break into the market. I need someone to go, "hey you, can you draw stuff?" And then say, "we'd really like to pay someone to draw stuff, and not just any stuff, but you know, whatever the heck they wanted with minimal interference from us."
Yeah, that'd be pretty good right there. They'd better have good healthcare and a matching 401k though.
Did you see that thing on the internet the other day? Boy, wasn't that crazy? Heh. You bet it was. Crazy old internet. And that other thing, that was on the news? What a wacky thing!
I have a friend, gonna be in Heathrow for four or five hours on a layover. Anyone know what to do in Heathrow in four or five hours?
I wrote a vba script in excel that finds the number of working hours between timestamp one and timestamp two. I can post it if anyone is interested? No? OK, how about a recipe for flour tortillas? Anyone want that? They're pretty good, basically my mom's recipe with a little oil (about a teaspoon, mom) thrown in, it makes them slightly chewy, and able to stretch out a little thinner.
I know! There's some bubble wrap here. Maybe I'll pop that for a bit?
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.
.
Sigh. My cube mate made me stop. Why the hell do they keep making bubble wrap for anyway? They KNOW what's going to happen to it, someone will pop every little bubble and their office mates will strangle them. How many more needless deaths will you instigate, oh makers of bubble wrap?
So I went to the doctor, and I have a cholesterol reading of like 317 or something. That's really bad, so they put me on Lipitor, and no more dairy or saturated fat for me. Soy lattes roughly approximate whole milk lattes in the same way in which horses roughly approximate zebras. Four legs, fairly horsey all around, but one's a zebra, and the other's a soy milk latte. I tried skim milk, but skim milk is like getting Joseph Fiennes when you really wanted Ralph Fiennes. Sure, there are some similarities to let you know you're in the same family, but... It's bound to be a disappointment. The thing with me, if I quit something, I can't do it in steps, I gotta go cold turkey, or it won't work. I don't like to sit and think, "no more milk, ever!" but that's what I gotta do. If I let myself go and have milk for a day, and I'm out there with the lampshade on my head, drinking straight from the cow at 3 am.
Speaking of that, (Ralph Fiennes, not any of the other "that" going on up above.) You guys saw this right?
http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,21226727-5007132,00.html
Ralph Fiennes was on this Quantas flight and apparantly thought that the stewardess was coming on to him, so he followed her hints to join her in the restroom, when actually, she really did have to go to the restroom, and "dreadfully sorry, Mr Fiennes, I like you and all, but not in that way, now please get out of here and let me powder my nose in peace." So he left, then a little later, she left, and her co-workers snitched on her and Quantas fired her. I guess the punchline being that if you're a Quantas employee, you don't go down, you've a reputation to maintain.
(Bad joke! Sorry mom, and to everyone else who's still with me, I'm sorry you stuck with my rambling just to be "rewarded" with a obscure and unfunny joke involving Quantas Airline's claims of "never having lost a jet.")
Ah well, you always hurt the ones you love, right?
No-one is doing this, so it's up to me.
It's valentine's day, if you are in San Francisco, you still have time!
http://laughingsquid.com/tag/pillow-fight/
At six o'clock, when the ferry building clock strikes, be at market and embarcadero with a pillow to get creamed.
I'll be most certainly on my way home, I am much too low-energy today for shenanegans or hooliganism or tom-foolery or such. Tom Fool must have been a fun guy to have around, unless of course, you were trying to impress a girl or getting pulled over by the cops, then he was probably a liability.
I'm carving a new woodblock of sunflowers. It's slow going, cause there are lots of little squares. It will be a nice print. I was really rough and not precise at all with the drawing, and I'm trying very hard to preserve all the little inexact criss-crosses of the lines, which call for some fairly precise carving.
Mystery was saying the other day that I should try to be an illustrator. Sounds like a good idea, since I'm always working things out visually and making little drawings. They could translate easily to more complex drawings and finished illustrations. I just don't know how people break into the market. I need someone to go, "hey you, can you draw stuff?" And then say, "we'd really like to pay someone to draw stuff, and not just any stuff, but you know, whatever the heck they wanted with minimal interference from us."
Yeah, that'd be pretty good right there. They'd better have good healthcare and a matching 401k though.
Did you see that thing on the internet the other day? Boy, wasn't that crazy? Heh. You bet it was. Crazy old internet. And that other thing, that was on the news? What a wacky thing!
I have a friend, gonna be in Heathrow for four or five hours on a layover. Anyone know what to do in Heathrow in four or five hours?
I wrote a vba script in excel that finds the number of working hours between timestamp one and timestamp two. I can post it if anyone is interested? No? OK, how about a recipe for flour tortillas? Anyone want that? They're pretty good, basically my mom's recipe with a little oil (about a teaspoon, mom) thrown in, it makes them slightly chewy, and able to stretch out a little thinner.
I know! There's some bubble wrap here. Maybe I'll pop that for a bit?
.
.
.
Sigh. My cube mate made me stop. Why the hell do they keep making bubble wrap for anyway? They KNOW what's going to happen to it, someone will pop every little bubble and their office mates will strangle them. How many more needless deaths will you instigate, oh makers of bubble wrap?
So I went to the doctor, and I have a cholesterol reading of like 317 or something. That's really bad, so they put me on Lipitor, and no more dairy or saturated fat for me. Soy lattes roughly approximate whole milk lattes in the same way in which horses roughly approximate zebras. Four legs, fairly horsey all around, but one's a zebra, and the other's a soy milk latte. I tried skim milk, but skim milk is like getting Joseph Fiennes when you really wanted Ralph Fiennes. Sure, there are some similarities to let you know you're in the same family, but... It's bound to be a disappointment. The thing with me, if I quit something, I can't do it in steps, I gotta go cold turkey, or it won't work. I don't like to sit and think, "no more milk, ever!" but that's what I gotta do. If I let myself go and have milk for a day, and I'm out there with the lampshade on my head, drinking straight from the cow at 3 am.
Speaking of that, (Ralph Fiennes, not any of the other "that" going on up above.) You guys saw this right?
http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,21226727-5007132,00.html
Ralph Fiennes was on this Quantas flight and apparantly thought that the stewardess was coming on to him, so he followed her hints to join her in the restroom, when actually, she really did have to go to the restroom, and "dreadfully sorry, Mr Fiennes, I like you and all, but not in that way, now please get out of here and let me powder my nose in peace." So he left, then a little later, she left, and her co-workers snitched on her and Quantas fired her. I guess the punchline being that if you're a Quantas employee, you don't go down, you've a reputation to maintain.
(Bad joke! Sorry mom, and to everyone else who's still with me, I'm sorry you stuck with my rambling just to be "rewarded" with a obscure and unfunny joke involving Quantas Airline's claims of "never having lost a jet.")
Ah well, you always hurt the ones you love, right?
