Monthly Archives: October 2008

Mein hut.

I spent a large portion of the evening painting. I painted part of a hat, and I painted the tips of a brand new pair of black sneakers. I love being excited about things, and I’ll tell you – I’m excited about this costume. As soon as I thought of it, I got excited about it.

I’m going to be Ash, the Pokemon trainer. But since they don’t SELL the hat in the colors I need, I had to paint part of it black. Of course, I’ll still need to put on the blue symbol… that means I’ll have to spend another evening working on my hat. The hat for my Ash costume.

My Ash hat.

Welcome, Johnathan Scott.

This is my adorable new nephew – Johnathan (codename: Quag.) My mom is up in Utah right now helping out with the baby, and I’m jealous. I love babies. I especially love babies that aren’t mine, because I can hold them and play with them and cuddle them and then give them back. Ha ha! So congratulations Dennis & Jackie, enjoy the sleep deprivation etc., and welcome to baby Johnathan. The unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the galaxy’s really not so bad once you get to know your way around.

The pictures below were taken when he was in his special UV light thing. (They *say* it won’t give him any super powers… it’s just supposed to get rid of the jaundice… we’ll see.)

They *say* the light won\'t give him any super powers...

Cute little nose!

Episode 38: In which there is some shouting.

I don’t understand people who shout on street corners. Last night, after going to the Rio City Cafe, I wandered around Old Sacramento for a while. I went to Evangeline’s costume shop (and thought of you, CWE, and your comment about how people use Halloween as an excuse to dress like a whore), and right around the corner, there was a man with a sandwich board sign shouting about Jesus.

Now, let’s ignore the actual content of the shouting (how much Jesus hates gay people) and focus on the technique. I don’t think it’s very effective. I mean, it’s not like I’m going to be walking down the street and then get shouted at by some random person, and think to myself: “You know what? You’re totally right! I’m so glad you shouted at me.”

The thing is, the truth doesn’t need to be shouted. It has enough power on its own. And often, when people shout things, I think they’re trying to compensate for the fact that what they’re saying is totally bogus.

Uninvited.

So I went to Rocklin last night. I got word that there was some kind of “game night”, but it wasn’t clear to me whether it was an open invite, or a house party, or what. I decided to go anyway, and see what happened. I knocked on the door, and a guy opened, and I said, “Hi… um… is there a party here? I mean, I heard there was a party here… but is it an open party?… um… Yeah?”

“Yeah, come on in. I’m Phil.” He said his name was Phil, even though it was really Lou. Everyone else was calling him Lou. So I asked another girl. “Is his name Lou? Or is it Phil?”

“It’s Lou,” she said. “Phil is his cousin. He’ll be here later.”

“Oh,” I said. It ended up being about 10 people. We chatted, ate some food, played Scattergories (which none of us were very good at) and Guesstures (which I don’t like, because I feel embarrassed acting out things in front of people, but I still did well at, because hey – once I’m involved… I can’t just not be competitive).

It took an hour to drive there, and I had to get a babysitter, because mom is off in Utah helping with my new nephew. I drank a 44-ouncer before I got there and needed to use the bathroom, but I didn’t want to show up at a stranger’s house and immediately ask to use the bathroom… so I stopped at a SaveMart. There were live lobsters in a tank, which I stared at for a while. I wanted to take a picture, but my camera battery hasn’t been the same since I dropped it in the river. (Note to self: Buy new camera battery.)

There was also a display of umbrellas – I almost bought one. It’s going to start raining soon. As it happens, I needn’t have worried about the bathroom. Another guy who showed up also needed to use it when he first got there – and it turns out, the person who owns the house wasn’t even there. So he sort of wandered around until he found it. (It’s in the back – by the guinea pigs.)

Also: The entire city of Rocklin smelled like burned toast. I’m not kidding.

How long has it been for YOU?

I just realized, as I was absent-mindedly humming some song lyrics, that I haven’t had fish sticks in, like, years.  Seriously.  So… I was wondering, how long has it been since YOU’VE had fish sticks?  But because I’m at work and I can’t take the time to install a fancy polling plugin right now, I invite you to respond with a comment, and I will tabulate the results using some free software I downloaded from Diebold.

HOW LONG has it been since YOU’VE had fish sticks?

-Hours.

-Weeks.

-Months.

-Years.

-This one time, at band camp…