OWIE!

Hewoo... I was just washing my windows, started on the one in the middle- it was easy, popped the screen out, spritzed with windex, rubbadub with a squeegee, and then I proceeded to step outside and balance on the shed that is right under my windows, when I realized that it's been taken over by a colony of bees... So I figured, y'know me, I'm not spooked by a bunch of bees, whatever, just don't step on them or spray them with windex, and it'll only take me a minute, I'll be out of their way faster than you can say "bzz"... anyway, all is good and I'm almost done, crawling back into my room, when BAZAAM I feel it, on my armpit- a little sting, and look down and this lil' guy is hanging onto me wit his lil stinger with all his might... owch. My mind is overtaken my memories of being five years old and suckin' on a popsicle and being attacked by a swarm of bees... I remember not being afraid at all, just pissed of that this little freakin' thing could pack such a punch... Anyway, I went to the bathroom and swabbed some hydrogen peroxide on it, and tried to find the little stinger, but seeing as it's on my armpit it's a bit difficult to discern whether that little black thing sticking out is the bee's weapon or just one of my pit hairs... ick. Anyway, it's nice n' swollen and red and throbby but I don't think I really have anything to worry about, just that I don't have anything else to stand on outside to get that one foot wide patch of window that I can't reach from the inside. So, my windows are... mostly clean... but a lot better than they were before... Yeah. Word.

F the MAN

Wow. This pisses me off to no end. Dammit.

BULL

Some firsthanded accounts...

Here's a video of it.

I dunno, I guess Utah is the kind of state to seriously crack down on stuff like this, and if full out armored gear is the only way to do it- we are surely headed for a facist state when it comes to Utah and the "War on Drugs"...

pfft.

Eagles whee...

haha

What a foggy day.

I'm wondering what to do about this job- I know that I took some work with the Union before hearing back from the Mime troupe, but I have to do what I confirmed, and the union gig is, of course, going to be more money, but less time. And I don't know what they're thinking for a "small stipend" but at 40 hours a week plus school, I'm not sure if it really is a good idea. But I would be getting back into the swing of theatre, a touring show, making local contacts, which would be great. So I'll do it for sure, if they say it's okay that I miss those two shows this week, if they can manage. Other than that things are cherry.

They're doing some odd construction on the street down there, and there is a family of blonde kids coming out of the soccer shop, as I kill time being hungry and waiting for the UPS guy, crossing my fingers that I'll find this work that I need, and it'll all work out just fine. The other day when my buddy Steven came up and we went to Naan n' Curry in the Haight I shot this photo of the poster on the wall above our table: it cracked me up! Look a little closer, and tell me if this isn't hillarious to you too, or if I'm just too freakin simple minded and am the only one who finds the fact that this poster was printed in mass quantities and probably is stuck up in little restaurants and establishments all over the place... It makes me want to get a small digital camera to keep in my pocket so that I can snap quality shots (other than my pooey phone) and not have to lug around my biggass d70 with me, wherever I go... I can't wait until they figure out a way to install a 14 megapixel camera and huge zoom lens that is really the size of nothing into my brain so I can just plug the firewire cable directly into my brain from a printer and babam, just like that my mind's eye will be a camera and then I can just control the exposure and stuff with my thoughts and not have to fumble with tripods and cameras the size of a keg.

Ah, technology, aren't you advancing quick enough? I think not...

What the.?

Butt paste?

This is pretty rad. I can send photos I snap with my phone to my blog. Despite the fact that it sends me text messages when it's done, it's pretty freakin cool. Gotta love techy shite like this, it's fun stuff.

nerves...

I never realized that finding a house could be so easy, but picking out an old beat up still reliable and running motorcycle could be so freakin' hard. I guess when it comes to where I sleep and who I spend my life with I'm wide open and first come, first serve, but when it comes to chosing what to sit on and buzz around the city, I'm picky as hell. Damn.
I guess I've narrowed it down to pretty much Nighthawks or Yamaha Radian, even though I've never looked at a Radian. I tried out the cb-1 but couldn't dig the agressive sporty riding position, and got a bit freaked, and I'm assuming that a Suzuki gs500e would be the same kind of deal. They seem like great starting bikes but maybe... I'll get over it and just deal with my feet not being able to flat foot regularly...
Well, I'm really in no hurry anyhow. Insurance is going to be another thing to think about and as if SF isn't expensive enough.
Gawd.
Aiight, I'm going to just huff it up Ocean and get a list of the books I need, and see what prices they're asking. Ugh. School. Yay.

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I need a job.

23

Ah, what a day to turn 23! Another year, another number, another age... time passses by and another life to live... Yay for soap operas and YAY for public transportation. So last night we went to Scuderia and got me a niiiice helmet, and then went to the Zeitgeist and had a brew and some bbq, then went to the Noc Noc and hung out for a while with some Chimay and Boont- two of the best beverages in existence. It was good to see Josher and hang out with the boyz from the Zeitgeist, and I think I fixed my website for IE and windows users this morning, after realizing that I can't sit on my ass and let it be frustrating forever... I had to accept the fact that half the planet uses the consumer grade shitty browsers that ms makes, so get on with life and use some cool script to do the flash embed which works fine. Not sure what happens when someone doesn't have the latest version of flash, but we'll see...
So then, we came back to irving street and passed out, unfortunately I neglected to take any precaution and woke up with a bit of a doosie of a headache, not surprising... but with some birthday breakfast in bed and some caffiene and excedrin, maybe later on during the day it'll clear up...
Then, I'm all set with wires and my helmet and some chick's sunglasses since I must have left mine in the truck, which is now in San Jose, I close the gate and stand outside blank and numb-faced realizing that my truck is at home, across town, and Rick just left, and UGH. I don't want to take the bus home on my birthday! Eek. I knew that I wanted to go home last night, but was so buzzed at that point that it didn't matter to me, so ended up stranding myself because I didn't think ahead. Oh well, it's about time that I learn the best and fastest way to get on the Muni from his house to mine... I didn't really want to call Amy or Jan since they were either both working or whateveh- so I called the other Jeff and roped him into hanging out with me and driving me places. Word. I figure it's much better to have company on my bday than to take the bus all over and be pissed that I didn't get a ride home this morning. Yeah...
So, that's what's going on... just chillin and waiting for godot. THen maybe we'll go to the Moma and take some photos around town, or sumthin' - maybe I ought to get some cashish and buy that apple wireless card from the craigslist guy, or wire up my tower at home since comcast busted my ass... sigh.
hmm
23
what's next?

aw HELL yea