Friday, April 29, 2005

We dug it up, really!

We dug it up, really!

Are these guys starring in the latest movie by Guy Ritchie?

Nope.

I saw this photo, actually a cropped version of just the guy in the middle, in the chronicle yesterday. I said to my friend, look a the expression on that guys face...he looks like he's up to something, like he's gonna party it up. Turns out these New Hampshire lads said they found a bunch of old money and gold and silver certificates worth about $75,000 while digging up a tree in one of the guy's yards. Unfortunately it was a lie according to the man in the middle who confessed to finding the money in old tin cans in a gutter of a barn that the men were hired to do the roofing. Police believe they actually found it in the attic of the barn because the money was in such good shape. The cops got wise when the men started getting major media attention and their stories kept changing. At the time of their arrest they were slated to go on the jimmy kimmel show.
According to police the other guys haven't confessed and are sticking to the original story... a little late.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

thanks for wearing pajamas

which reminds me, one time we were searching for a housemate and this guy came wearing pajama bottoms but it wasn't like he was urbane..these were cargo pajamas and he had a fanny pack as well, i think he had a mullet too.
We had another guy who brought his luggage with him to the interview. He had talked to one of us on the phone and he thought he was gonna just move right in. We felt kind of bad sending him on his way. He had just gotten out of the army.
We found a guy one time to move in and he gave us a deposit, he seemed like a nice guy, and a few days before the first he brought a bunch of his stuff and piled it in the entranceway. Then the first of the month came and went and the second and the third and we were wondering where is this guy? So we called his old place and asked if they knew where he was and there was a long pause at the other end of the phone.
"umm, you didn't hear? He died of an overdose four days ago."
I was shocked.
My stoner roomate didn't believe it.
"He didn't die! He just found a different place and he doesn't want to move in here."
"Yeah, right."
His parents came to pick up his stuff and they wanted his deposit back.
We didn't give it to them, we needed the money to cover his rent that month.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

huh

I didn't get the job even though I went through the phone interview and the subsequent conference room follow-up interview with his superior. He said they gave it to someone "in-house". Damn. I was all set to celebrate my new job. Now I'll have to celebrate my continuing lack thereof...

I did sell my painting on ebay for $51 US. That'll buy some Jack and gingers...

"Yeah?"

"what?"


A friend and I were riding bikes up to the Haight when we saw a plume of smoke rising from a nearby building. Since we were passing a firestation we decided to alert them to this impending conflagration. I rang the doorbell and a woman firefighter came to the door.

"Yeah?" She said, as if we were interrupting a fiercely contested game of Jenga.

I pointed down the street.

"Smoke"

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

King Hoopty rides again

I put one of my paintings on ebay as an experiment and it is up to $32.50. I'm thinking job? who needs a job? If i could just sell four of those every day....

Who is King Hoopty?

It's a mystery...

Monday, April 25, 2005

Job, what job?

Sorry about the double propaganda bloggings, I couldn't resist when I saw the poster with the texaco label on it. I have to say I do appreciate good propaganda 'cause usually it's not very subtle...
the whole anti-japanese thing that's going on in china right now...what's up with that? Is there really that much anti-japanese hatred amongst young chinese or is this some sort state sponsored hate rally...


If we don't have someone to hate life just isn't as much fun?

ooh, yeah

ooh, yeah

















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Thursday, April 21, 2005

thursday

Is it thursday again already? well that's a cause for celebration dontcha think? or then again maybe I'll just do my laundry...
my brain is not working quite yet...
coffee
coffee

ho hum

Sunday, April 17, 2005

nevermind

so yesterday Jimmy James came over and we took some mushrooms that he'd had for awhile. we decided to take a walk up to USF and check out the "scenery". By the time we got to Lone Mountain we were fucking tired and mildly tripping.

I can't really describe what happened...it wasn't enough to really get high just enough to make me think about my ex and how i missed her, yeah that's fun...
the scenery was pretty nice though, kind of like being in an impressionist painting, saturday in the park, families and kids, people lazing on the grass soaking up the sun, a slight breeze blowing through the tree tops...
After hanging out in GG park for awhile and up to stoh lake we decided to get something to eat and went to the roof at park chow. The highlight of the meal was when when we were cracking up about something and Jimmy James rips a loud fart.
"damn Jimmy"
The young women at the table next to us shot us some evil glares.
Going back through the haight was an adventure into mordor, orcs and trolls were everywhere, it was like spaceship deadhead had crashed and spewed out the dirtiest ugliest scary space-pirate-zombie proto-manson-seed headkerchief wearing bunch of skanks, etc I mean they were everywhere...
We decided to escape into the calm darkness of Zam Zam. Surrounded by twinkling bottles of sweet booze we fortified ourselves with irish coffees and then a couple Jamesons.
ah yes sweet nectar that soothes the soul...

huh

now
I cant even see my blog
it just comes up on my computer as white

Saturday, April 16, 2005

saturday am , no, pm

1:03 and I'm having my first cup of coffee and checking my email. Tons of spam. who are these spammers that are working on saturday morning? They are an industrious lot, i must say. I wish I could get a little of their get up and go. Of course, they don't really get up and go anywhere they just sit on their ass and press a button and then collect money from somebody who's trying to sell fantastic quantities of crap.

Friday, April 15, 2005

Damn you

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damn you lousy vermin
scum seeking technocrats
lover of mud slime

friday

Fridays aren't bad when you're unemployed because you feel like you can get an early start on your "weekend". and you don't have to feel as guilty for not looking for a job as you would on,say, Monday, tuesday, wed or thursday.
I actually buckled down and did something constructive this morning so maybe this is a start of things to come.
I read somewhere someone(a woman) say "getting a hard on is not personal growth". and that pretty much summed me up in a "nut"shell.
oh laa de da
laa de da
I wonder if anyone has viewed this blog.
I haven't told anyone about it.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

politics as usual

Started smoking again, god damn it. I made it one week. I guess I just get depressed. It couldn't be that I'm unemployed, my girlfriend and I broke up or that i have no real hope for a decent "career". No, that's not it.
fuck.

Saturday, April 09, 2005

uh huh

yep
ok

uh huh

yah


all right

well then

mm hmm

s'aright

okey dokey

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

biblical thoughts

I was reading the bible last night because there really wasn't anything else to read and because i was a little curious about the old testament. So after the serpent gives Eve the fruit from the tree of knowledge and she serves it to Adam and they cover themselves with fig leaves Adam gets nervous and decides to hide from old God 'cause he knows he's in trouble(kind of like a Leave it to Beaver episode)(and the Lord created Ward Cleaver in his image) So Adam is hiding behind a tree and God says where are you? and I'm like what the hell kind of allmighty God is this that can't spot Adam because he's hiding behind a tree?
Also Adam lived to be nine hundred and thirty years old? Damn. Everybody lived a long time back then. ceptin abel what got slewed by his brethren. Actually it says his days were nine hundred and thirty years, So is that like 33 years but then some people who did plenty of begattin had days of nine hundred and 12 years. Fifteen? this must be the old math. old testament math.
I had to call it a night after the begattin began. that goes on for several pages and I was wondering is that just filler to make it seem like they really know this stuff for a fact? I mean, people were reading it thinking this is so boring it must be true, I guess Adam really did live to be nine hundred and thirty.

Monday, April 04, 2005

what day is it?

This is what happens after being under-employed for so long. Wasn't it the current president of Harvard who referred to Africa as under-polluted? Now there's a concept for you...sounds like something they'd come up with at a think tank. fucking eggheads.
What did they say about Ishi (the last native american living in the wild)? he looked on the whites as sophisticated children..smart but not wise.

Taking care of the Dog. Named Stanley aka crowd pleaser. Amazingly he's not chewing on anything at the moment, although he did have a good barking session at the recycling truck. yeah get 'em.
oh boy the ncaa final tonight. unc vs the fighting Illini.
I don't think the dog likes Nirvana. he keeps yelping. Maybe they sound like the recycling truck.
Pennyroyal Teeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaa.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

day 5 or day 3(again)

Watched Superisize Me on cable the other day and the guy says eating McDonalds every day is akin to quitting smoking: once you make it past the third day you're fine. Well I'm on day 3 and i do feel ok but then it usually hits around 7:30 pm. Of course just because you get past the third day don't mean doodle. People who quit ten years ago still crave a smoke. Yeah, that's commitment.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

day 4(again)

hmm, well, I entitled this blog with a line from Lewis Carroll's poem Jabberwocky which my father made me memorize when I was eight or nine. My sister got Robert Frost's Road less Travelled so I do think I got the good end of the stick. Anyway, we would have to recite this poem when called upon after our usual candlelit dinner at home. I think we got paid also, though i forget how much. A nickel? dime? something like that. We did much better on giving my dad back rubs which started out at a penny a minute but as we got older went up to a nickel a minute. There was good money to be had at a nickel a minute, especially if the tv was on and the old man fell asleep. You'd just sort of keep your hand on his back and when the show was over you'd roust him with a good jab and say "ok thats an hour, that'll be three bucks."

day 4

actually day 2 as I went one whole day without smoking yesterday. How many times have i done that? about a bazillion. easy as pie. actually it wasn't ...i nearly broke down around 8 pm but then i turned on the tv and watched the sf giants and i forgot all about my problems...what a soothing balm...
slept 11.5 hours last night, no shit.

Friday, April 01, 2005

Day 3

Oh yeah, decided to quit smoking today so it's actually Day 1. Discovered that the kitchen sink pipes are rotted out and had leaked all over a big box of old negatives and prints. I went through and salvaged what i could but the majority were tossed. All my negatives from college, hundreds of pictures of santa cruz and my roomates. Good riddance. One less box of stuff to deal with. Moving makes you realize how much crap you really have.