Wednesday, July 29, 2009
The Journey Continues
Thank the maker! It may be hot as all hell today, but I am so happy! I just got Lost Season 3. I've been waiting for weeks. I thought it would never come. Now I'm ready to power through 3 and 4. Good time too, since I can't sleep. Hopefully my mind is still there enough to understand what's going on, but worse case scenario I'll have to re-watch it, but I've already decided that I'm going to have to do that.
Critical System Failure
All non essential functions have ceased. My body is entering into survival mode. Symptoms include: inability to sleep, loss of appetite, sensory failure, and irritability. It wasn't supposed to be like this. What happened to our beautiful moderate climate?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
We're all gonna die out here
This town is so hot. They're saying that we could break the overall high temperature ever recorded. It's horrid. Last night in an effort to find ways to keep the house cool I shaded out all the windows and pried open the windows in the living room. I'd really love to kick the person that painted all the windows shut...
I really need to make a list of all the things I have left to do for the festival. I feel like something major is being over looked, but I usually feel that way it seems...
I can't get enough Blur. There are two things that I listen to when the mercury rises: blur and outkast. Nothing better...
I like the President's style. Like this whole nonsense between Gates and Crowley. So on Thursday both men will be joining the President in the White House for a meeting "about having a beer and de-escalation." This is great. If I had beef with someone thats how I'd go about solving it. Nice work Obama, but it does make me wonder...What kind of beer will they drink? Do they have a tap system in the White House or is it going to be served from bottles? Could the President make the mistake of serving macro brewed swill and only inflame the situation more? Hopefully we'll learn the answers to these questions and many more in time...
I really need to make a list of all the things I have left to do for the festival. I feel like something major is being over looked, but I usually feel that way it seems...
I can't get enough Blur. There are two things that I listen to when the mercury rises: blur and outkast. Nothing better...
I like the President's style. Like this whole nonsense between Gates and Crowley. So on Thursday both men will be joining the President in the White House for a meeting "about having a beer and de-escalation." This is great. If I had beef with someone thats how I'd go about solving it. Nice work Obama, but it does make me wonder...What kind of beer will they drink? Do they have a tap system in the White House or is it going to be served from bottles? Could the President make the mistake of serving macro brewed swill and only inflame the situation more? Hopefully we'll learn the answers to these questions and many more in time...
Monday, July 27, 2009
I guess I am a scout - So I should find a way out
I can't get enough of The Whale Song. It's genius...
This week is crunch time for the Festival. If you're coming check out this post to get the latest update!...
I had a very strange dream over the weekend. I was going to the bank, but for some reason I couldn't find one in Seattle and had to take a bus to Portland. Once we got there the bus drove down these alleys for miles. I was frantic that at some point I'd miss the bank, but luckily the bus allowed me to depart right in front of the door. The building was dilapidated and appeared more like a crack house than a bank. Once I got inside there was a large rotunda where many people were all standing about. At first I thought they were all in line, until I realized that none of the tellers were occupied. I moved to speak with one and tripped over a small step that led into what appeared to be a pit of sort that was lined with tellers. I went up to the most non offensive looking window and a woman was there to help me, or so I thought. When I reached her everything went wrong. I didn't have my account number so she confiscated my debit card and cut it to pieces in front of me. Then I deposited a check and attempted to withdraw some of the funds. I was told that I could only take out $300, which I said I would like to do. She then excused herself for a moment and went to speak with someone who appeared to be the manager. His face was tattoo'd and the sleeves of his suit were cut off at the shoulder. They both leered at me as if they were deciding how to take me down. Finally he nodded and she returned to the window. She then told me that my withdrawal had been approved. She then then took $300 in unrolled change and threw it at me. It went everywhere. I rushed to pick it all up, thinking that other patrons were going to try to get it first. When I looked up I realized that I was the only one in the "pit" and all the other people in the bank, customer, employees, everyone was staring at me...
Got a bunch of beer kegged this weekend. It's a good thing...
Well I know I was a scout. I should've found a way out. So everyone could find a way out...
This week is crunch time for the Festival. If you're coming check out this post to get the latest update!...
I had a very strange dream over the weekend. I was going to the bank, but for some reason I couldn't find one in Seattle and had to take a bus to Portland. Once we got there the bus drove down these alleys for miles. I was frantic that at some point I'd miss the bank, but luckily the bus allowed me to depart right in front of the door. The building was dilapidated and appeared more like a crack house than a bank. Once I got inside there was a large rotunda where many people were all standing about. At first I thought they were all in line, until I realized that none of the tellers were occupied. I moved to speak with one and tripped over a small step that led into what appeared to be a pit of sort that was lined with tellers. I went up to the most non offensive looking window and a woman was there to help me, or so I thought. When I reached her everything went wrong. I didn't have my account number so she confiscated my debit card and cut it to pieces in front of me. Then I deposited a check and attempted to withdraw some of the funds. I was told that I could only take out $300, which I said I would like to do. She then excused herself for a moment and went to speak with someone who appeared to be the manager. His face was tattoo'd and the sleeves of his suit were cut off at the shoulder. They both leered at me as if they were deciding how to take me down. Finally he nodded and she returned to the window. She then told me that my withdrawal had been approved. She then then took $300 in unrolled change and threw it at me. It went everywhere. I rushed to pick it all up, thinking that other patrons were going to try to get it first. When I looked up I realized that I was the only one in the "pit" and all the other people in the bank, customer, employees, everyone was staring at me...
Got a bunch of beer kegged this weekend. It's a good thing...
Well I know I was a scout. I should've found a way out. So everyone could find a way out...
Friday, July 24, 2009
De⋅ci⋅sion [di-sizh-uhn]
–noun
1. the act or process of deciding; determination, as of a question or doubt, by making a judgment: They must make a decision between these two contestants.
2. the act of or need for making up one's mind: This is a difficult decision.
3. something that is decided; resolution: He made a poor decision.
4. a judgment, as one formally pronounced by a court.
5. the quality of being decided; firmness: He spoke with decision.
6. the final score in any sport or contest: The decision was 5 to 4 in favor of the home team.
1. the act or process of deciding; determination, as of a question or doubt, by making a judgment: They must make a decision between these two contestants.
2. the act of or need for making up one's mind: This is a difficult decision.
3. something that is decided; resolution: He made a poor decision.
4. a judgment, as one formally pronounced by a court.
5. the quality of being decided; firmness: He spoke with decision.
6. the final score in any sport or contest: The decision was 5 to 4 in favor of the home team.
I had plans to go away for days
It's finally here. Tonight is Deerhunter. I'm leaving work early. I didn't really need to. But I figured that this is a treat to myself. I bought the tickets while I was still injured. I've now spent 2 months healing waiting for the point when I could go enjoy a show. Unfortunately I have this new foot problem, but as I told my colleague I'd go to this show even if my leg was gangrened and oozing puss. I wish it wasn't at the Block Party, but ob la di. It's going to be amazing...
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