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hello quieter audience than facebook or twitter - tuesday, january 14, 2014 - 22:53

That moment when you realize you will regret this tomorrow. But not as much as your buddies

Phonecall : Overheard on BART - tuesday, june 03, 2008 - 14:01

Keep in mind I heard this over the music I was listening to on my ipod, turned up way loud to compete with the transbay tube noise:

"Hey, It's me. I need you to call me back right away, I need you to pick up my truck. my gun is in my truck and it's a felony...."

thankfully shortly afterward we pulled into my stop.

Full headless steam - wednesday, january 23, 2008 - 09:30

Where the fuck did you people hide the tops to both of my coffee thermoses?

Why do you feel the need to saunter up the middle of the escalator when I'm clearly running up the left side trying to catch a train?

I hate mornings.

the Odds were against me. - monday, october 29, 2007 - 16:46

I may have sat next to my first crazy person on BART. I chose the seat cause she looked the most normal.

Loose Lips and Mighty-Nubs - wednesday, october 17, 2007 - 10:59

I recently received much needed closure in the form of gossip. I can now stop working to forgive, and feel confident that I have in fact moved on.

I just had an amusing work-related conversation about why Alexis feels uncomfortable scrolling a mighty-mouse, while discussing that 'Dirty Regions' in eclipse are inherently 'touched'

Did You Miss the Memo? - tuesday, september 04, 2007 - 10:00

Please don't wear your Michael Vick Jersey on BART sir.

it's the fear of embarassment - wednesday, august 29, 2007 - 16:59

that challenges me to dance in my cubicle.

that and the Synthesizers in the last couple prince songs on my ipod.

Candy and Hatred. - wednesday, august 15, 2007 - 14:57

The annoying thing about being next to the candy locker is the inane conversations about chocolate I hear all day.

this is sad . and depressing. I warned you... - saturday, june 23, 2007 - 10:48

I'm in my car Heading up Elysian Fields from Golf Links after a night out at Khona Club and Biggum's. I was having a warm and fuzzy thought about some people I missed in LA sparked by two amusing phone calls from Jill in the last two days when I see a flash of brown out of teh corner of my left eye and slam on the brakes.

Thud! pop!

In my rear view mirror I see the truly strange sight of a young, adult, female deer not quite flying backwards through the air, more awkwardly hopping backwards on two leggs. It tumbled awkwardly onto it's side, collapsing into a heap before it quickly righted it self and scurried off up a hillside between two houses.

it was gone before i could manage to scream "Oh Shit!" and I pulled over to investigate the scene. a very small dent in the front-most driver's side panel, a white reflector panel from the fog light assembly, laying 15 feet behind the car and seriously no indication that there was ever a deer. A few liquid spots on my hood that looked like sweat and not blood. but nothing in the road or on the hillside.

I drove the (quite litterally) 100 yards back to my house and woke mom for backup for a trip on foot back to the scene of the accident with a flashlight. still no sign of the deer, or of anything really, no pieces of the car, skidmarks or blood. I feel better, hopeing that I was going slow enough that I only hit it lightly, and that the backward motion was a result of the deer trying to jump backwards and not a result of the impact.

As we headed up the hill and back toward the house a deer descends from one of the houses next door and peers at us. shine the flashlight at it to make sure it's not standing guard over an injured deer and it stares back at us. It's roughly the right size so I hope it was the deer. But My mom made a good point, if it made it back up the hill it's probably okay.

still a little shaken.

Now that its more official.... - thursday, june 14, 2007 - 15:57

I accepted a Job Offer from PCWorld in SF.
I Gave Kenwood my notice.

looking forward to no longer being poor!

Signs of Spring - thursday, april 19, 2007 - 00:12

There is a new younger rabbit in my dad's back yard. it's Brown coat of fur makes it seem impossible to be an offspring of the first rabbit, but I'm still going to insist that they are reproducing.

Am I on the Island? - wednesday, february 14, 2007 - 22:56

I think LOST is fucking with me.

insert onomatopoeia here: - saturday, february 10, 2007 - 12:41

Utterly confused. but not yet driven to drink. Gonna go ahead and withhold any congratulations until I'm sure they're sent 100% snark-free.

I am convincing myself... - thursday, january 11, 2007 - 00:19

...that something is going right these days.

I am Dreaming of a garlicy Christmas - friday, december 15, 2006 - 23:10

My Cousin Sarah called from Natchez, Mississippi at 11pm pacific, briefly worrying me that it was bad news. I answer make small talk, and quickly pass the phone off to my mom, muttering to myself about calling people at 1am and scaring the bejesus out of them. Somewhere mid mutter I heard my mom exclaim "Thank You, I wasn't expecting you to do that...." and I realized what the phone call was about. It was our annual warning that we're going to receive a 10 lbs box of frozen Passbach Garlic Sausages! Theses sausages are God's gift to man, and we used to receive a box and an expertly baked Pound Cake from my Aunt Inais (Sarah's Mother). Auntie passed away last November, and we did receive a box, but I guess we had come to grips with not being able to count on them. This realization resulted in me running across the house pumping my fist and blowing my cousin a kiss over the phone. It's Christmas Again!

Precipitous Thermodynamics - tuesday, december 12, 2006 - 01:14

The Thermostat says it's 60 Degrees.
The Thermostat is set to turn the Heat on at 60 Degrees.

I try not to pace in the entryway hoping that the bimetallic strip that activates the heater will curl ever so slightly more closed to complete the circuit, and keep an ear out for the tell-tale click-whoomph of activation.

The light sounds of rain seep through single paned windows, each drop gloating in it's own part of trapping some of the heat that desperately wants to go off into space.

Curl myself into a ball and wait, hoping the thermostat will take the hint.

anachronism - saturday, december 02, 2006 - 03:04

I crossed 18th Street toward 19th, On Valencia in the city and realized I was back in July.

Lately - wednesday, november 29, 2006 - 17:45

Lately, I have had the strangest feeling
With no vivid reason here to find
Yet the thought of losing yous been hanging
round my mind

Far more frequently youre wearing perfume
With you say no special place to go
But when I ask will you be coming back soon
You dont know, never know

Well, Im a man of many wishes
Hope my premonition misses
But what I really feel my eyes wont let me hide
cause they always start to cry
cause this time could mean goodbye

S Dot Wonder

I'm your superhero. - saturday, november 11, 2006 - 01:49

sometimes you're too lucky for words.

Virtue and Vice - tuesday, october 24, 2006 - 21:18

I can think of 39.3 reasons that patience is not a virtue that I subscribe to.

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