I've been suffering intense bouts of laziness these past two days, and instead of going for a run after work, I've been crawling straight into bed after getting home. It might have something to do with being traumatized by the bicycle rider that I encountered during my run earlier in the week. Flabby butt hanging out from the inappropriate lo-rise jeans he was wearing and crack staring me straight in the eyes - disturbing to say the very least. I was so ready to stick my fingers in my eyes until they bled. Luckily, he rode off the other way as I made the turn to my usual running trail.
That's not all.
As I was running back home, I ran past a gangly teenager decked out in hip-hop street wear, his bike laying across the path, and him splayed out on the grass beside it...masturbating. The air aound him was thick with the smell of pot and he was completely stoned. I need to find a new place to run. Or to move to.
Meanwhile, someone is playing the bongos outside my window. If the beat was consistent, I'd be into it, but all this start-stop beating is driving me nuts.
"Would I like some cheese with my whine?" you ask?
Why certainly!
Twentysomething :: Michael Kaeshammer
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
wearer of many hats
On top of my day job, I've acquired three additional freelance gigs:
1. Identity/logo re-design for a well established flower distributor
2. Point of sale and marketing material for a newly developed board game
3. Copyediting web content for a start-up translation business
How I'm gonna find time to keep my head above water, I'm not sure. But it should prove to be an entertaining juggling act. At the very least, I've got variety. And can finally put my English degree to good use!
blaring
While driving home today in my stylin' new ride, I popped in my Scissor Sisters CD and cranked up the volume. The better to dance to, of course! The shoulder was bobbing, the head was bopping, and good times were being had. When I finally slowed to a stop in rush-hour traffic, I realized just how loud my stereo was blaring...triple bass and all. I promptly rolled up my window, acutely aware of the obnoxious volume coming from my new sound system. I'm embarrased to say that I've joined the ranks of those young hoodlums that blast the beats from their shiny new sports cars without any regard for the people around them.
To be perfectly honest though, I kinda got a kick out of it. Tomorrow, I'll return to being embarrased.
Filthy/Gorgeous :: Scissor Sisters
1. Identity/logo re-design for a well established flower distributor
2. Point of sale and marketing material for a newly developed board game
3. Copyediting web content for a start-up translation business
How I'm gonna find time to keep my head above water, I'm not sure. But it should prove to be an entertaining juggling act. At the very least, I've got variety. And can finally put my English degree to good use!
blaring
While driving home today in my stylin' new ride, I popped in my Scissor Sisters CD and cranked up the volume. The better to dance to, of course! The shoulder was bobbing, the head was bopping, and good times were being had. When I finally slowed to a stop in rush-hour traffic, I realized just how loud my stereo was blaring...triple bass and all. I promptly rolled up my window, acutely aware of the obnoxious volume coming from my new sound system. I'm embarrased to say that I've joined the ranks of those young hoodlums that blast the beats from their shiny new sports cars without any regard for the people around them.
To be perfectly honest though, I kinda got a kick out of it. Tomorrow, I'll return to being embarrased.
Filthy/Gorgeous :: Scissor Sisters
Monday, September 27, 2004
clap, clap, clap...
After years of driving Xander, a white Dodge Colt handed down by my older paternal cousins, then Betsy, the old family station wagon, I finally went shopping this weekend and purchased my very first official, non-hand-me-down car.
Xander was a good car, but broke down unexpectedly on me one day. He just pouted and refused to move, even after being propted by those Roadside Assist guys. He was getting old and it was time to put him to pasture anyway.
Every inch inside of Betsy was full of memories of family trips across the Rockies and down to Seattle. But she's wheezing uncontrolably these days, her age is starting to show, and her internal organs are showing signs of wear and tear.
The new car is a '94 Acura Integra, purchased from a friend who treated her like a princess. It's immaculate! A two-door four-seater, very sporty and new - not at all something I would have pictured myself driving, but I love it just the same. If I had my digital camera back from the Service Centre (Dammit, Kodak! Work faster!), I would post photos.
She's sleek, sexy, and a fiery red. I shall call her Stella. Stella Ella Ola.
I'm going to the garage to kiss her goodnight now.
Open Road :: Bryan Adams
Xander was a good car, but broke down unexpectedly on me one day. He just pouted and refused to move, even after being propted by those Roadside Assist guys. He was getting old and it was time to put him to pasture anyway.
Every inch inside of Betsy was full of memories of family trips across the Rockies and down to Seattle. But she's wheezing uncontrolably these days, her age is starting to show, and her internal organs are showing signs of wear and tear.
The new car is a '94 Acura Integra, purchased from a friend who treated her like a princess. It's immaculate! A two-door four-seater, very sporty and new - not at all something I would have pictured myself driving, but I love it just the same. If I had my digital camera back from the Service Centre (Dammit, Kodak! Work faster!), I would post photos.
She's sleek, sexy, and a fiery red. I shall call her Stella. Stella Ella Ola.
I'm going to the garage to kiss her goodnight now.
Open Road :: Bryan Adams
parental units
Went to a friend's place to run errands and got myself invited over for dinner. A birthday dinner, at that! Roasted rack of lamb, jumbo prawns, steamed asparagus stalks with dijon mayonaise, and steamed rice. Mmmm...
There, I also met Caleb, the cutest three-year old in the world.
After being told he was such a smart little boy, he was quiet for a second as a big grin spread across his face. Then he said, "God made me so."
Awww...
Then came potty time. When he was finished, we heard him call from the bathroom in a sing-songy voice, "Parents... Parents... Parents?"
Awww...gotta love cheeky kids!
The Birthday Song :: Various (sung off-key)
There, I also met Caleb, the cutest three-year old in the world.
After being told he was such a smart little boy, he was quiet for a second as a big grin spread across his face. Then he said, "God made me so."
Awww...
Then came potty time. When he was finished, we heard him call from the bathroom in a sing-songy voice, "Parents... Parents... Parents?"
Awww...gotta love cheeky kids!
The Birthday Song :: Various (sung off-key)
Thursday, September 23, 2004
out on a limb
J and I were chatting earlier today while we were performing surgery on my printer and somehow, the topic of us starting our own little design firm came up. I treated it as one of those passing ideas at the time, but dude, I hope you realize that the wheels in my head are spinning like crazy now thinking of the possibilities...
The Mambo Craze :: De-Phazz
The Mambo Craze :: De-Phazz
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