December 2005 Archives

I overheard something on the lift the other day. I'm curious to know if it was a quote or a line from a movie or something but I'm sort of hesitant to have the subject matter forever cached in my google history. funny, disturbing on many levels, it has it all.

You know, I'm not into bestiality or anything, but that's a fine looking animal

Of course now it is forever tied to my name with this site so I as well try google...

Oh god, my eyes.

In a classic moment of well thought out, practical, fiscally responsible purchasing I am now the proud (if somewhat gut wrenched) owner of a Nikon D70s digital SLR. It's swanky, lots of buttons. Naturally the first test subject is Addie:

Sleepy (757k)

Of course for this one good shot there were a half dozen bad ones, so going digital didn't magically increase my good to crap ratio but hey. Aimee instantly made this her desktop so I figured I should share.

I finally found a functional but crappy converter for the video files my phone produces. Apparently I recorded them on "good" quality as well - as oppsed to "better" or "best" - but that doesn't really affect much given the subject matter:

Patrick slide bowling:
7 10 split
9 pin

Yeah, quality is a little lacking, but still. The pictures turned out remarkably well for a camera phone. A little over exposed, but given they were taken in a fog filled club with pulsating colored lights (blue in this instance obviously) I've got to give motorola some credit.

I missed out on seeing Kah (two of the other cirque de sole shows were on break so everything sold out pretty quickly) and never managed to make it to the stip club of choice with jeff, but it was a good time none the less.

Gambling wise I think I ended up down about 200, but I got some interesting stats out of it:

Five dollar slots: lost $20. Two pulls. Had to try.
Dollar slots: lost $160. Fucking dollar slots.
Quarter slots: won $100. Woohoo, good old two coin red white and blue, how I love thee.
Nickle slots: lost $2. Note: most slots pay out in little slips of paper, nickle slots still pay out in coins. That's a lot of coins.
Penny slots: won $20. "Mr. Cashman" and the starwars slot machine (c'mon deathstar bonus) were bar far the most fun had.
Craps: lost $100. At least it went more slowly. I made a lot of other people a lot of money though. Good karma apparently can be bought.
CASINO STYLE WAR: won $20. who knew this actually existed. If you're ever so screamingly drunk you can't even stand up, casino style war is your game to play. Put money in front of you, they tell if you if you won or lost. Basically poor mans Bacarat.

Lots of other fun, plus some choice quotes from Justyn which will make it into the top banner rotation, but sadly I'm back at work now and the ugly spectre of the monday morning team meeting raises its head.

You know that oft rhetorical question, "Have you no shame?". My answer would apparently be "No".

And damn proud of it.

Lots to cover, let's get started.

Monica and I went to the Xbox360 launch party and had a good old time. The henna tattoo artist thankfully refused to put one on my face - and since it's still quite visible on the back of my hand I'm rather glad I didn't get the celtic war paint. The Presidents of the United States of America kicked total ass and I will be buying their new album. I also got to experience slam dancing/moshing with the VP of this little division, which was amusing for the first 30 seconds until about the third elbow to the kidneys. Monica got to thwart ever more blatent advances from drunken programmers - you go girl.

The henna and the bleached hair made for some fun shopping times in the U Village the next day. Hungry, I sidle into Johnny Rockets and sit at the only available stool at the bar between two college guys and a mom with her son. The College guy to my right glances over, sees my hair and does a triple take. That third look is a nice long frightened look. I kind of smirk and put my hands up on the counter waiting to order. The mom to my right glances down at the badass tattoo on my hand (note: a lizard, and not a real tattoo) and leans away from me sort of protecting her little kid. I'm the real slim shady.

I also tried to buy a house. Cool little 3 bedroom in the U district that was listed for 330 and got outbid by about seventy thousand dollars. Now this was a nice house, I placed a bid on it after all, but it was also 1 house away from an auto repair shop and a block and a half from Dante's tavern (which is actually kind of a selling point). But four hundred grand? come on!

Finally, I dreamt. It was a good dream too and it was just, *just* lucid enough that I managed to make my mind finish the story before waking up. Which is good, because when you're in the middle of a mutli decade long story arc involving magical were-cats and a tree with six mechanical birds swarming around it that was smuggled out of nazi germany after being used to convey secret messages to hitler, you know you're going to want to see the ending. The ending, just fyi, involved a chase down a winding mountain road in classic sports cars and then a smooth wood rollercoaster powered by saphron robed monks. I didn't say it made a lot of sense, just that it was good.

Should you ever come across the mechanical tree, the secret is to wear a small set of squarish glasses and look for the reverse colored ink on one of the leaves. You want leaf number 93.