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Sunday, July 6th, 2008
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1:52 pm - yeesh
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Went to Ed's last night after work for a birthday party for both him and Dale.
I managed not to get sloshed,just pleasantly intoxicated, but it still took me till 5 AM to sober up.
I wish I would have brought my camera, because Ed, his wife, and the Goddaughter all fell asleep in front of the TV watching Dr Strangelove, and that would have been a cute picture.
I was very not ready to wake up today.
It's good that BBC has Eddie Izzard on right now(Circle)...too bad I have to start getting ready for work.
Business was slow as Hell last night, so we closed early, which was cool because I got to Ed's much earlier than otherwise.
Anyway, more coffee, then shower...
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| Saturday, July 5th, 2008
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1:44 am - nifty
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My back shocks broke tonight.
...both of them.
It was odd, I was driving home, and from Battle Ground on I felt like I was in a boat on choppy water.
My dad's gonna try to get new ones for me before I have to leave for work tomorrow, and then I can actually afford to pay him back for them this week, which will be spiffy.
Business was real slow tonight, I got done before midnight.
I didn't mind the low stress, but more tips would have been great....oh well.
And many thanks to Ashy for pointing out this quote(from here) in which Dubya is unintentionally accurate while talking about Jesse Helms:
"from Central America to Central Europe and beyond, people remember -- in the dark days when the forces of tyranny seemed on the rise, Jesse Helms took their side"
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| Thursday, July 3rd, 2008
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11:37 pm - Ian Curtis headstone update
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Found a Yahoo story..
Headstone Swiped from Joy Division Singer's Grave
Ian Curtis wasn't around long but he left quite an impression.
Someone has stolen the memorial gravestone that marks the late Joy Division singer's final resting place in a West England cemetery, British authorities said Thursday.
The more than 20-year-old stone marking the spot where his ashes are buried is inscribed with "Ian Curtis, 18-5-80" and bears the signaturely gloomy sentiment, "Love Will Tear Us Apart, " the title ofJoy Division's biggest song.
A spokesman for the Cheshire Police said in a statement that the theft occurred sometime between Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday morning.
"We had to break the news to Debbie [Woodruff, Curtis' widow] and she was shocked and found it difficult to take in. She is in a state ofdisbelief and shock," said a spokesman for the Macclesfield Borough Council.
Woodruff penned the memoir Touching From a Distance on which Control was based.
New Order drummer Stephen Morris, who formed his current band with his Joy Division mates after Curtis' death, told Britain's Telegraph newspaper that the thief probably swiped the stone as a "sick souvenir.
"We've all been wild and reckless in our time, but surely this represents a new low. It's probably a fan who has taken it, and I would appeal to them to return it or leave it at the nearest police station."
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11:25 pm - ugh
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I'm surprised I can still type.
Things didn't go so bad, the Black Tiger shot definitely helped for awhile, but there were more till counting problems...
My initial counts had me $36 short...but eventually we figured out that I was actually $1.46 over.
Part of it is my crappy math skills, but part of it is also the faulty calculators which have had steaming milk, coffee, and God knows what else spilled on them.
$2-$3 over or under is considered acceptable by the company that owns us....I'm pretty sure an accurate $36 short would have been my last day at work.
I should have had another BT shot before counting out the till though, I probably would have done better and been faster.
So now I'm digesting a pizza and drinking malt liquor....very tired.
My schedule next week should be easier even though I'm working all 5 days... most of my shifts don't start till 6PM, and the earlier ones start at 4, not noon.
with my two paycheques, I should be able to, on one of those days, wake up early enough to get my hair cut(finally), shower at my brother's and get to the airport on time to sell my drugs.
I think I will also go to Cal Skate as well, to get a new deck so I can preserve my slightly thrashed very rare Duane Peters deck.
Speaking of Duane Peters, he has a Punk Rock show on Compound Radio, as does Brandon Cruz.
I have no idea how many of the DJs there are Skate Punks, but that's at least two.
And finally, I don't have any details, but according to Mick Mercer, some asshole has stolen the headstone of Ian Curtis....I'll update this post if I find more info.
Edit: nah, new post...
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10:02 am - nope
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I loved the lightning this morning, but it did nothing to help me sleep.
current mood: zombie
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2:18 am - fuck projections
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At work, there's an extinct computer monitor in the kitchen with a piece of paper stuck to it showing flight reservations....things are supposed to be slow right now.
Bullshit.
Megan(who moved to Portland Oregon from Portland Maine) and I got SLAMMED towards the end of our shifts two nights in a row.
I wasn't going to have coffee tonight, but we were so busy that I made myself a decaf Black Forest mocha(a mocha with cherry syrup) for the small bit of caffeine that even occurs in decaf....and besides, it's a tasty drink.
My till was $4something over or under...I forget which..
Either way means I *can* get written up, but apparently Laurel(my boss) tends to be lenient about that, especially at the beginning...so hopefully I'm groovy.
Anyway, no long post tonight, I got a Maria Calendar(sp?) frozen Thanksgiving dinner which will hopefully get me to sleep quicker for the noon-8 shift manana.
My goal is to be having a shot of Black Tiger at roughly 11:35am..
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| Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008
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3:10 am - SHIT!
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Stupid math, I got home like 20 minutes ago.
Why so late? Counting out my till, because I'm doing the register too now...coming up $15 short, recounting..eventually finding flaws in my math(go figure) and coming out even.
I got out of there shortly after 1am.
Hopefully I'll be quicker and more accurate tomorrow, since I work at noon the next day.
Next week I'm working 5 days at Coffee People, so I basically have no day off for more than a week.
I hope Thai Pod is slow this weekend..
Something like West Hills residents who tip very generously and just want take out would be spiffy.
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| Tuesday, July 1st, 2008
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1:49 pm - Dr. Caterpillar in da house
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Study finds long benefit in illegal mushroom drug
NEW YORK - In 2002, at a Johns Hopkins University laboratory, a business consultant named Dede Osborn took a psychedelic drug as part of a research project.
She felt like she was taking off. She saw colors. Then it felt like her heart was ripping open.
But she called the experience joyful as well as painful, and says that it has helped her to this day.
Fourteen months after taking the drug, 64 percent of the volunteers said they still felt at least a moderate increase in well-being or life satisfaction, in terms of things like feeling more creative,self-confident, flexible and optimistic. And 61 percent reported at least a moderate behavior change in what they considered positive ways.
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12:54 am - correction
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Remember how I said I'd skate that new yuppieville during the daylight next time?
Fuck that...I got out of the house too late to be picky.
I was sliding good tonight, I think last night was just "new area, holy shit look at this speed!" jitters.
And sometime Monday, they paved part of a pedestrian path, which has a good slope to it, but ends suddenly with loose dirt and gravel, so I couldn't get a sense of how fast it would spit me into the road, but I still saked part of it and did some serious sliding to slow myself down. I thought at one point that at the speed I was going I could launch into the dirt, but it was too loose, so I got knocked off the board.
There was a dark car parked at one corner of the streets, it took me by surprise, and I first thought it might be a cop, but this is Battle Ground, and nobody harrassed me, so I'm guessing it was teenagers banging eachother.
Out of respect, I stayed away from the road that sloped into their corner, but I can't help thinking they saw me and said "Whoah, look at the old fart on the skateboard!"...and then, when I was in hefty slide mode: "Whoah! He really is an old FART!"...because the Bomber wheels make a low farting sound when you slide.
So anyway, yeah, I'm getting the hang of the wheels.
My hamstring's a little sore, but it's getting less and less sore, so I think I'm building muscle and not just injuring myself...and my calf is getting some good definition.
Pretty soon I'll be pointing my toe and my pant leg will rip open.
Funny thing about that though, apparently I push off Mongo style..and these days, that's seen as a style faux pas.
To me, it's just old habit.
When I push off, I want my sturdiest foot on the board, I'm right handed, regular foot, and my left foot is slightly smaller than my right foot, so "mongo" has always been my way.
But the theory sorta makes sense, as far as adjusting feet when you stop pushing and get ready for a trick or manuever, so I'm trying it the other way a bit, but I'm finding even then that I *still* have to adjust my feet...and the pushing itself is sort of sloppy and slow.
But you know, it's good to be versatile and learn new things.
And because I was bored recently, I looked on Youtube and found an 80s video of Rob Roskopp apparently(he was slightly out of frame) pushing mongo in a Californian drainage ditch, so even some pros do mongo(probably)....some people(besides me) just have too much time on their hands and want to think they're greater skaters than everyone who skates differently than them(unlike me).
Fuck that shit, like I said before, this isn't a sport for me...I just want to have fun and get some exercise.
Before I went to bomb the future yuppieville("bomb" in the sense of "riding a skateboard down a hill"...no explosive devices), I went to Freddy's and browsed a a bit, and got a malt liquor.
They have a two piece Indian Balti set in clearance for $8.99...usually something like $29.99, so..damn!
I SOOOOO hope it's still there when I next get paid, as there seemed to only be one set.
I've been wanting to cook in a balti of my own for a long time, and it looks nice.
If I can get that, it will make Patak's very happy....and drive my redneck brother crazy with curry smells.
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| Monday, June 30th, 2008
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5:45 pm - Major Briggs RIP
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Don S. Davis passed away yesterday.
Major Briggs wasn't a major character, but kind of important, on Twin Peaks.
...and I always thought Davis should star in a movie about L Ron Hubbard(serious or mocking), although he'd have to wear a toupe.
It's too bad I'll never get to see that happen.
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3:29 pm - how things have changed...
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1:53 pm - when you expect, you make an ass of...wait...
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Sunday wasn't as hot as Saturday, but still quite humid.
The dishroom was intolerable, but "since it's Sunday, it won't get that busy anyway.."
At about 6:30, an older black man with a small case of luggage on wheels who had been sitting at the bus stop for a few hours came in to eat. He had difficulty walking and was slouching quite a bit.
He ate, used the bathroom, and began slouching over the table, and slurringly announcing that he was sick, drunk, and needed to go to the hospital...to a young couple who were trying to have a nice date.
I asked him if there was anyone I could call to pick him up, and he just said "I'm from BOSTON!" then his eyes sorta rolled back into his head(clearly VERY plowed...150 proof breath), and he seemed to come sorta back into consciousness and said "Got anything else DUMB to say? I need to go to the hospital, I'm sick!"
I tried looking for the number for the drunk tank, but Krit figured I should just call 911, so I did that.
After I got off the phone with 911, I went over to try to keep him calm..because he was slurring more stuff at the couple, and just as I said "an ambulance is on the way" there was flashing behind me.
Damn! Those guys should deliver pizza!
So the ambulance guys came in, looked over the situation("We've seen this guy before.."), and got a gurney while "Boston" tried to walk..then decided he couldn't, so he needed to hold my hand to stand up until they brought in the gurney.
And wouldn't you know it, just as soon as the ambulance drove away, we got really busy for a Sunday night...so I spent a lot of time sweating off pounds in the dishroom.
After work, I skated at two areas, both outside of Vanloser, so I didn't need a helmet.
One of the spots is a street in Battle Ground that will soon have yuppie homes on it, but right now it's just nice, smooth, sloped, and devoid of traffic.
The slopes aren't very steep, but these wheels turn the momentum up to 11.....I was going WAY too fast for how dark it was, and the road has some cat's eyes on it, one of which I almost didn't notice until I was practically on top of it. My wheels are big, but those things would still screw me up at that speed.
I need to go during the daylight, so I can see what I'm doing, before the yuppies infest the place. I should probably fix my slide gloves first, the asphalt there doesn't seem to want me to slide upright.
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| Sunday, June 29th, 2008
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1:10 pm - Fuck da Heat
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So first I was late to work, because my car was WAYYYYYYYY too hot, and I had to let my steering wheel cool down for a few minutes in a shady part of the driveway.
And then I get there and the dishroom is a sauna.
Cement walls with little insulation+water heater right there+ hot steam coming out of the dishwasher whenever I open it=ugh.
There was also a bee there for a few minutes until one of the cooks killed it. Bees don't scare me as much as wasps and yellowjackets, but I do give them a little "respectful distance".
We closed early, because business was slow.
Then I went skating by Kohl's and Bed Bath & Beyond. I tried out my slide gloves finally on the sloped street between them. They were working fairly well until I tried a Coleman slide, then the plastic bit on the left hand came unglued, so I need a better adhesive. Loctite maybe?
My arms are sore, but I got some decent four wheel slides out of it, and I only got nearly hit by a car once.
After the glove failed I did hands free slides for a bit, and then started just cruising around the parking lots enjoying the smooth ride.
I stopped when I got too hot(it was still 80something after 10 PM)...and looked very gross and sweaty, stupid helmet.
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| Saturday, June 28th, 2008
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1:17 pm - why can't they go Monday?
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My parents and Carmen & Jim are en route to Goldendale to look at our land out there.
I haven't been there in years, but it takes hours to get there and back, and I work at Thai Pod tonight.
I'm looking forward to next weekend...two paycheques within two days of eachother! That will be very spiffy.
But for now, I have around $60, so there go my tentative plans to drive up by the volcano on Monday.
Oh well, the mountain's not going anywhere.
...at least not at the moment.
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| Friday, June 27th, 2008
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6:13 pm - consalo mucho...I think
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Why am I still awake?
It didn't go too badly.
One of the girls on the day shift has some purty eyes and hair...but she's married and stuff....so I'll probably never see all of her tattoos..
She had her husband's Ipod, and it was loaded very diversely: Metal,New Wave, Fiona Apple, Pixies, Industrial, experimental electronic stuff,SRC, Tool, Manson...and bunches more, some great, some not so good, and some in between.
Anyway, time to nap..we're having a BBQ here tonight with Carmen & Jim, who just got back from a few days at the beach.
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2:24 am - oh yeah..
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Among my tips was a John Adams dollar coin.
I don't think I've seen one before.
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1:47 am - bored cop= travesty on a travesty
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First off, the title...
For a long time I thought Eddie Izzard was joking about "travesty" being French for "transvestite"...but I found out awhile ago that, in fact, the word "travesty" is the French word for "transvestite"...and came into popular use because of over the top comedic drag acts where the dude in drag was CLEARLY not trying to pass....the laughs coming from how wrong it all looks.
But anyway, enough etymological digression...
So I'm less than a mile from the Washington/Oregon border, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to get to the airport a half hour early for my shift, but I get stuck behind yet another slow minivan, and decide to pass them, since I'm on the freeway, the passing lane was clear, and there was a good spot to change lanes to get ready for the bridge and the airport exit just beyond this pokey minivan.
So I move to the passing lane, and speed up a bit to get by them...and just as we round a mild curve with me passing said pokey minivan, theres a cop in the median with a radar gun...he throws his radar in his car, jumps behind his car, points at me like an angry asshole, and points to the median.
Grrrrrrr....
I could have probably easily kept driving, but I'd probably be on his dash cam or something...so I pulled over, showed him my shit, explained what I was doing, etc.
He apparently gave me the lightest penalty because "you didn't seem like you were driving wild and dangerously".
He said he clocked me at 75...I thought I was going 70(passing, mind you), and thought(wrongly) that it was a 65 zone....but the citation says...and here's the travesty besides me in this story...
65 in a 60 zone
...the FUCK?
5 mph faster, when I'm PASSING someone on a FREEWAY?
I'm pretty sure I want to challenge this, because of the things I mentioned above, the fact that I was 10 minutes late(as opposed to a half hour early) to work as a result, and the fact that he told me one speed, but cited me for another, and it's within that general "5 mile leeway" thing(and isn't it 10 when you're passing someone?)....I don't know if that's a law, but I've always been under the impression that a 5 mile difference is nothing to worry about, but if he told me one thing, and wrote another, that's probably a falsified document, and his video and audio would verify that if he bothered to show up. I was cooperative, and he himself stated that I wasn't being reckless.
I dunno, I have 2 weeks and a day to figure out what to do, but I'd like to save that $93 for something less trivial if possible.
Anyway, I still need to make some sort of dinner(a couple broken cookies, a decaf soy/skim mocha, and some small bits of some shakes aren't going to cut it), shower(so I don't need to in the morning), and try to get to sleep soon enough to wake up soon enough to *actually* get to the airport a half hour before my shift.
I figure if I leave here about 10:30, I should be fine....assuming I don't fall asleep at the wheel.
And obviously I better have some Black Tiger before my shift....it's a Friday, shit's gonna be crazy.
Plus, I'll be working with people I haven't met before since it's a totally different shift.
I hope they don't suck.
I also hope I'm not so tired that I suck.
...dude, my hands smell like coffee and chlorine..
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| Thursday, June 26th, 2008
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4:53 am - nifty story
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3:05 am - oh yeah
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On the way home, I went to Winco, the one built on the grave of the Renfro Drive-In.
And I got (among other things) these "Feng Shui" brand wasabit flavoured rice crackers with bits of nori in them.
They're pretty good, but from cracker to cracker, there's very different amounts of wasabi....some very mild, some spicy, some really FUCKING spicy.
I was driving on SR 503, between Orchards and Brush Prairie, and I got one that was very spicy in a specific way:
I started sneezing rapidly and uncontrollably, hyperventilating somewhat as I did so, and, as I'd not yet even finished that cracker, spitting cracker chunks all over my steering wheel.
I literally had to get rid of the rest of the cracker pull over, because it was making my drive like an Oregonian asshole.
So I pulled over, blew my nose, and wiped my tears.
I'm still not done with the crackers, and when I got home, I had another one that just about took off my tongue and made my eyes run like faucets.
Good stuff!
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2:42 am - oy vey
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Tonight at work was one of those "OK, can I really do this?" nights.
First, I was slightly late getting out of the house, and then I got stuck behind this lady in a minivan who seemed more concerned about her phone conversation than things like speed limits...for like 3 miles...
So I was late to the parking lot...with no stop for lunch on the way.. and called my boss while I was waiting for the shuttle.
She was understanding, but then I was in a scatterbrain mode because of my lack of food, and apparently I've been pulling the large espresso drink shots wrong for almost a week..three shots instead of four.
I apologize to anyone looking for a buzz that didn't get one because of that, but damn, that's a lot of espresso.
Thank God my shift doesn't start till 7 tomorrow..shorter shift, later start=good for me.
Then again, Friday I start at noon...noon to 4. Short shift, but that's damn early for me, so it'll seem like 8 hours...and then next week I have a noon-midnight shift...that'll be a bit annoying.
At least there's always coffee there if I get tired.
Then again, with my lightweightness to caffeine(and most every other drug), I could very easily be seeing underpants gnomes by the end of the 12-8 shift.
I'm gonna try to get there early for the noon shifts, both to avoid the tardiness thing like today, and to bug Jim while he's working(he usually gets off at noon)...and probably to get a few Black Tiger shots before I start.
My biggest relief today was realizing that the noon shift isn't till Friday, I went through most of my shift thinking it was tomorrow, and thus avoided coffee I probably should have had.
I did have a shot of a Black Tiger smoothie I made for a customer but had leftover. Unfortunately, it tasted like I screwed up somewhere....but it was reasonable... and they didn't complain.
A british lady told me I made her vanilla latte perfectly, and that sorta made up for things for me as far as morale goes.
I also made a Black Tiger shake tonight for a nice looking girl in a plaid skirt named Devi, and a latte for a lady named Iman....so that's a goddess, and the wife of a god(..or at least a leper messiah..), both in one night....buying drugs from me.
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