I had the occasion to be driving in downtown seattle this last weekend at exactly 2:00am. Two in the morning is the witching hour as far as hooking up for the night goes when it comes to the bar scene - after all, that's when they throw your ass out on the street. It was sort of interesting to see who "settled for" who as I drove along by the clubs. A gentleman in his mid thirties most likely, slightly balding, horrible white hawaiian shirt unbuttoned three buttons with a large silver chain is walking a blond woman easily a foot taller and proportionally larger than he to his car. The look on both of their faces as they strained conversation clearly said, "well since I couldn't manage to hook up with anyone else and don't want to go home alone tonight I suppose I'll settle for you." They didn't really look upset or anything, just sort of resigned to their fate for the evening and hoping for better luck next weekend.
July 2004 Archives
Similar to the whole "watched pot never boils" thing, I haven't had a whole lot of luck with the remaining 5 sins. There was a shot at Wrath - a guy who didn't appreciate someone merging in front of him and so raced wrecklessly through traffic just to cut in front of the merger and hit his brakes. However that's less funny and more fear-for-your-safety, so I don't really want to include it. I'm looking for the kind of wrath that has someone take out a gumball machine because they got a pink when they wanted a green. Probably just need to stop looking so hard.
Team "At least we're good at air hockey" took trivia night - thanks in short part to "Schott's Complete Misculany". One really does need a book explaining the 33 degrees of the masonic order, who was on the $10,000 bill, and the 20 most common contradictonymns in the english language (amongst other things). Anyway, there was much griping by the "non winners" for points lost on technicalities. These people were seriously steamed that they didn't get a small pile of brewery T-shirts, nearly calling for blood.
Hmm, wonder if that counts as envy.
In the last 24 hours I have seen the human embodiment of two of the seven deadly sins. Probably not the worst in the world, but still pretty good for just my little slice of the Seattle area.
Pride - more like ego I guess - drives a dark blue oldsmobile. Black hair with bleached tips and two silver hoop earrings he's driving along fairly slowly in front of me. Checks his jaw line in the rear view mirror. checks his hair. preens his eyebrows for a good two minutes while slowly swerving back and forth in his lane. Then it's on to finding the best pose in which to drive. Slouching to the left, nah, the right? hard to tell. Have to wave someone in to traffic? best lean all the way out of the car so they can see my magnificent self. It was like a car wreck, morbidly fascinating to watch.
Greed likes hamburgers. People slowly make their way down the grill line, notice $16 (10,5 & 1) sitting on the counter and ask various people and the grill guys if they've accidently left their money. The woman I ask said no it wasn't hers and no one was sure what to do with it. We pay for our food and while waiting for someone to go back for more mustard I see a guy at the counter holding a five and a one telling the cashier "here, someone left some money at the counter - it's a 10". So I guess not completely greedy, he didn't take all of it. Still, that takes guts.
So two down, five to go. I wish I knew what "Averice" was so I could know what to look for.
I was staring into my medicine cabinate this morning and saw a container of earplugs. It's a clear plastic jar - you can see that there are earplugs in it. It's labelled "Earplugs, in a jar". Now they have to say that they're earplugs for marketing sake, but you're looking at a jar. Is it really necessary to say, "hey, this clear thingy that looks like a jar is - in fact - a jar!!".
Made a "hat of shame" for a returning coworker. He really likes it - you can tell from the picture:
Oh yeah, the euortrip mail sound gained renewed popularity thanks to the release of the DVD. It has prompted a coworker and I to develop a new sound file for a ringtone, just substitute "phone" for "mail" in the clip - it should be good. Plus now I've now got two number one google ranks - duffman costume and Eurotrip mail - but I still can't seem to unseat an old (5 years) livejournal page as the number one for my own name.
Damn livejournal.
Just a quick little bit to share some fun had at Mike's 4th of July party. Justyn, Matt and a few other people headed down to gasworks for a brief look after everyone was done gorging themselves on BBQ and were handed a bag of fireworks (not really important why). Inside there were three "tanks" - those little cardboard machines of war that seem to somehow disappoint and be so much fun at the same time. We had them do battle. If you listen closely you can hear Miles scream like a little girl.
tank fireworks 1.5 megs (DIVX)
Also got to play catcher while sitting in a chair and getting sunburned, poured the patio so we're now T- 22 days until the hot tub is ready, twisted my other ankle, twisted it again for even more fun, saw spiderman 2 and killed off another character with tony. Plus I landed the sweet hotel for the hawaii trip, saw some classic muscle cars race at SIR with Jennie and stayed in bed until noon. It was a good long weekend :)
