OH: “Good fuck, it’s a great day to be a civilian.”
Bloody pic of aforementioned graph: http://twitpic.com/2isww
Pondering scalding eye-laser correction in the Seattle area, looking for recs/horror stories. Already mourning loss of glasses as accessory.
Back in the vein that is The 5. The other blood cells are like “Slow and steady wins the-” and I’m all “BeepBeep MF gravy without the LUMPS”
Strike that. People watching at PHX and this lady keeps walking by with either a pinched nerve or intentionally -smoking- hot gait.
No joke, guys’ glasses are fogging in her wake. She just grazed a support pillar with a stray hip and the whole airport shifted. Damn.
New place, new Decemberists, new Zenmap, new craxy fast open wi-fi, new photo project. Decompression Saturday: INITIATE
Ah, right. That screaming sound is the little girl I had to push down to try these on. Those tears won’t make me like these less, kid.
Standing in the Princess/Fairy Section at the Disney Store while my buddy buys his kid a toy. These wings are way too tight and… wet?
Also, “AHHhhhh” is a sound of pleasure wheezed through the masticated pulp of 3 king sized bars and resulting nuget-thickened throat saliva.
Sprawled naked in chugging AC, snickers wrappers strewn about like the skins of vanquished enemies. First downtime in weeks and I go AHHhhhh
Elevator encounter with a tatt’d up fellow out here for the same gig as me, we shoot the bull at a Super Burrito over carnitas/horchata.
Presently holed up in Spokane, free WiFi rays purging the accumulated grime of 1100 miles crossed today. Spirits are high.
Woodgimus Prime will be on site for petting, ritual blessings, and all around adorableness. Drop me a line if you’re in to pain, er, help
Expect to arrive noonish tomorrow, free beer/pizza should you care to join me in liberating my crap from the UHaul trailer.
Beep Beep I’m a motorist! Woodge blesses all of his devout followers with a year of good driving fortune. REJOICE: http://twitpic.com/21jg1
Copilot Whiskey Alpha Prime (aka Woodge) in his travel induced torpor: http://twitpic.com/21h7l
Hurtling through the frigid wastes of South Dakota, listening to fucking Meatloaf, and hey Nate just took off his shirt.
Audio techs doing my truck install listen to the weekly geek. ROCKSTAR.
Shopping list: 30 gal trash bags, 2 lengths 50 foot 3/16” nylon rope, 2 litter boxes, beef jerky. Oh, and Gatorade. Moving is thirsty work.
So thanks guys, you are really— wait, you’re fattening me up like some hog to be eaten, aren’t you!?
Reflecting on the smashing success of this whirlwind trip, humbled by everyone’s hospitality and assistance -lodging to pizza, beer, muffins
Seatown, I missed you.
That should have been “mist.” Whipped up something from items scavenged in the plane’s lav to mark my new territory.
Oddly satisfying to bind that ______ in the back of my truck with a single length of rope: http://twitpic.com/1uk6n
Just got the hardest high-five of my life. Was from a fiesty Mexican woman of 66 years and congratulatory in nature.
Now we part ways. “Ya did good kid” I proudly admit, “didn’t waste a drop.” He says nothing and the ambulance takes him away.
The television offers and book deals are turned away. Pros like my protege and I don’t do it for the money, women, or glory.
The finale exceeds my wildest dreams. Grandmothers are crying, those still able to walk are saving specimens in whatever they can find.
I make an example of a kid here getting tested for work, crowd goes nuts. Shame faced but elated he swears to do better. I have a protege.
In between kissing babies and signing breasts I knock poorly filled, filthy jars out of the hands of the deviants in the waiting room.
We do a few dry runs for the cameras, then I show him the secrets of my success. He clutches his kidneys, screaming, and the crowd quiets.
The staff hoists me up in jubilation, a sudden savior in their urine splashed lives. The press just got here, word is the mayor’s en route.
Before the lab tech finishes the disclaimer I hand over a perfectly brimming cup. “That’s right honey” as she stares in awe, “I’m a Pro.”
Only the choicest of fluids are ingested as I study for this test, carefully crafted fluid an addition to my already studded resume.
Finally got around to messing with scripts for my CHDK point-and-shoot install. Details here: http://is.gd/loax
Laptop Harvest time lapse video I shot today: http://is.gd/loal
Don’t even want get in to the full forearm lather this “tech” has going with the fogged jar of hand sanitizer after every sneeze.
Accompanying my dad at the local brick and mortar to fix his smartphone. It’s all chipped formica, scuffed walls, knuckle dragging staff.
Barring some sort of karmic (urine based) injustice, two weeks from now will find me in a paid gig working on a tech featured in ALIENS.
Until then I shall be flitting about - scavenging potential urban bee hive locations and granting celebratory drinks. In Seattle.