Oh hey, Wazzah.

I am only posting this video because of the 2:10 mark. That's for you, Pep Pep.



Then there is this car that I've walked by a million times and I finally took a picture out of anger:


There is no excuse for any of the things that are happening on this car's bumper. Not even ironic excuses. Let's go left to right:

Bad double entendre:


Africa is a continent, not a Koala Bear


Runner girl is being chased by electrical impulses


Then the clincher


Really, it's 2009. Fishes of any sort are inappropriate. I will accept this one though

Finally, cat sleeping on towel.

Little Help Please

I don't know if it's just burnout, or the 90 degree April weather, or what, but I've been struggling for content lately. You can tell this by the fact that I'm posting a cat picture. Look at the dominion:


This one's pretty good, though. Staged picture of new father drinking day-old champagne punch out of a gatorade jug:

When In Need of Content Check Drawers for Things

This picture is from my dorm room my sophomore year in college, in 1997.

1. My Cannondale mountain bike, which I regrettably sold out of frustration (it had been taking up all my closet space for like 3 years) in 2005 for $200. It was way too big for the dude who bought it.

2. I had a sweet Macintosh LCIII. $1350 got you 4MB of RAM and a 40MB (MB!) hard drive. When one remembers this, complaining about how expensive Macs are now seems petty.

3. Being a white dude in college, I had a guitar. Which I rarely played. I ultimately gave it to Mikey, I think.

4. The weird thing about this picture is that I don't have socks on. I almost always wear socks.



This is from a few months later, after we moved into an apartment off campus.

1. Ansel Adams print. Obligatory.
2. Greatful Dead throw. Also obligatory, albeit not mine.
3. Exposed brick. This might has well have been a flat in Soho for all we knew.
4. Leo the Persian, which Justin (roommate) found in the road in south Georgia.

This apartment building would soon be condemned.

Today!!1

Have you ever looked at the book stand at your local FedexKinkosOffice? It's one of those creep-up-on-you depressing things.



Really, You're Broke Because You Buy This Book.

Bonus! Old picture of Pedro dying as a kitten.


I promise that I will have pictures of the Bronco one day. Either that or the dude at the shop stole it.

I'm the Worst

I can't believe that I was so busy making fun of Goldie Hawn last night that I missed the 2nd Anniversary of keeping an web diary (this). Oh wait, of course I can believe it! Nice pecs, GH!


Of course, two years ago I envisioned a Jackie Harvey-esque version of things, which quickly devolved into mostly putting up pictures of myself and cats. And now I'm a millionaire!

Saturday Grab Bag

Picked up Bronco successfully yesterday, which was followed by a ride to Fall's Church to get everything checked out. This is what is called a "tease." Perhaps will have more pictures, like ones with me standing next to it giving a thumbs-up, on Tuesday.


Senior points out that I should start stockpiling Bronco-related clothing items, at least a hat, to start wearing all the time. I choose these.



One of the more rare notes left on credit card slips is the unsolicited and unnecessary apology, like this one, from a person who had done nothing:


Maybe it was a general apology, like to the world, for existing. Although the 50% tip seems to say that something happened that I just didn't know about. Like, say, this.

Finally, cats have cage match


PS If you're on Twitter, please add to my growing list of #peoplewhoshouldtwitter.

PPS Also you can give me ideas for vanity plates (so far, ideas include "VANITY" "KTHXBAI" "BRO-CO" "PHO") here, or here.

Value Village Finds + (shocker) Bread

Come on, Value Village! You have this kitteh wall hanging for $3.87 and expect us to walk past it? Huh? I don't know where you were brought up, Value Village, but this is not how it worked in my family.


I have had a dream, possibly from watching North by Northwest too often as a child, or possibly Frasier, of having decanters. Dream fulfilled.


Finally, making ciabatta is on the time-intensive side of things. But it is important for the realization of a sandwich vision I had a few days ago, and will reveal in due time.

Miscellania

Punk and I took a portrait.


Boss broke out the 20-year old Dell QuietKey keyboard (which is in fact the opposite of quiet, interestingly) a few weeks ago because he's too cheap to buy a new one. After I mocked (" bossman the 80s called they want their keyboard back etc"), he added the "ERGONOMICALLY PERFECT SINCE 1984."

Who knew that nerds still like the big keyboards, and that the office at work is now with the times?


Very excited about this album. Tracks 2 and 6 in particular.


Remember my mom's horribly disfigured spine? Take a gander:


+++In the NYT Proof blog (when it's not about being a recovering alcoholic, it's pretty good), a great post about downpouring/blended drinks/top shelf v. rail.

Filler: Graphics

While cleaning the computer, I came across this gem that I made for some reason:


And yesterday I made this one of Dean Venture which I may or may not turn into a t-shirt:

Tuesday Picture Dump + The Changing of the Shoes III

I'm guessing that this, the third installment of the changing of the shoes, is the most inversely interesting topic of this phlog. That is, I like it and it's not likely that anybody else does. So what! This time I got a little more artsy.


Finally! The return of LOLPunk, this time as a multiple amputee


And Patrick, after recovering from his night of pouting and getting out of a cab because the driver had taken an illegal left turn,


And also finally got to look at pictures from Catie's wedding last month. First Ana was gonna fight her


But they made up.


Later, the girls all pointed at her.


Look at this ragtag bunch of knuckleheads!


Catie's mom was excited about devouring us all.


Last but not least, the picture that wins:



Oh yeah: dudes also dance back-to-back at weddings sometimes.

Wedding Photos + Pegacornicat Complete

Zipcar failed for the first time on Saturday, kind of spectacularly, when we arrived to get the car for the wedding and the thing had a flat. Normally it wouldn't be an issue but I was wearing my Zegna joint and it was hot so changing it was out of the question. Luckily there was a cab in the parking lot, and I noticed that he was wearing a propeller hat.


The short story (considering that it was a long wedding and even longer reception) was that it was a good time.

We went to Black Cat afterward, in our finery, which seemed like a good idea but likely wasn't, since we had been at it since like noon and it was now late at night, probably. I really don't know what time it was.

Nor do I know that Chad America would say Good Morrow. It just came to me.


Then today back to Richmond for completion of phase one of left arm. Look!

Halftoo

Not a great picture, but here is the beginning of my new tattoo. It's my left arm, if that's not clear.


Why a cat pegacorn (pegacornicat), you ask? Because of that old tattoo axiom: forearms are for appliances, upper arms for iconic animals.

The dude who is doing it had this drawing up for his next appointment. It is a Gummi Bear diving off of a pizza diving board into a swimming pool full of Gummi Bear parts. (He included spines which I think is a nice touch.) I wanted to get it.


Achewood poses a dialectic. Let it be noted that Roast Beef here describes my next tattoo.

Coming Soon: Pegacorn Punk

I talked about doing this a long time ago and now it's finally gonna happen.


The lightning bolts from the eyes are a maybe at this point. It's mostly up to this dude.

Friday Things: Boring, Sad, Natch

Cats are sleeping a lot these days. It's as if they're cold-blooded but the opposite.




You know you're getting old when you're genuinely saddened by the death of a journalist. For me, it's the second one I've gotten sad about, so maybe I'm getting really old.

R Kelly acquitted. As if this were a question. One good thing to come from all this: six or eight albums-worth of trial-based songs from Kels.