this weekend we're celebrating karenr's last few weekends as a single lady. she and shin are getting hitched soon, and so schepas and co. are throwing a great big hoopdidoo. we're starting off by heading to the horse races, and since it happens to be kentucky derby day, we are donning big ol' hats. i picked this one up today; it's not as big as i was hoping for, but it was the right price. and while it doesn't look like much now, just you wait until i get it decorated.
but, well i like to torture animals.
and by torture i mean harass them with lights, and force them to do the cancan (minou, we were just getting started you know you would've looked great in a tutu of some sort). i also like to pick them up and snorgle them. it's a tough job, but someone has to do it, it keeps the lil' creatures grounded.
tonight i headed over to anneh's house where we watched top model (lucky for all of you, it was a swimsuit photo shoot, and i didn't bring mine, so i couldn't recreate it) and ates dinner. afterwards i forced her cats to goof around (including a segment which we call "cat hat"). sadly the joke is on me, as i'm somewhat allergic and now i'm feeling crazy. darn you cats! i'll get you next time.
ps. milo sort of has a laser light problem like jet. what's with animals today? can't they be happy with a squeaky toy?
As I’ve mentioned before, I am pretty terrible at keeping in touch. This probably has a lot to do with the fact that my inbox is ridiculous. As in most people see it and go, “Damn, that’s ridiculous, you should clean that out; file stuff away” (ironically this is what I do for work, but can seem to do for my personal email). This morning I asked Randall if there was a problem with email (we run our own servers) because I hadn’t gotten any in 12 hours (which is unheard of, not that I’m popular, I just happen to get lot of spam). He looked into it and said that we were out of space and that it was my fault. Then I got a lecture on why having a 500mb inbox was a bad idea, and how I needed to move some of it. And blah blah blah. Fine fine fine.
So many hours later, I have done my part and cleaned up my inbox. It’s gone from nearly 11,000 emails (with 1206 unreads), to 91 emails (0 unreads). How long do you think it will take until I get back to 500mb? my guess is not too long...
this morning i came to work to find this box of gummi panda bears on my chair. if you can't read the note (click the pic to make it bigger) it says "prevent panda eyes by eating tiny pandas." i didn't quite recognize the handwriting, but some sleuthing concluded that the mystery panda bringer was none other than angelica. i should've known. she's the bringer of all things cute. especially if it's cute candy.
however it seems her suggestion has backfired. instead of curing my panda eyes, it has turned me into a full-fledged panda. hopefully a good night sleep cures it.
ps. anyone watch tonight's house? thoughts?
this morning i made randall teach me a few things on the bass. we have known each other for over ten years, and yet i've never really heard him play. although he was a bit rusty he still has skillz. afterwards i took my new tricks and headed over to anneh's house where we were having lazy band practice. i say lazy because we are living up to our name (the monarchs of laze) by only praticing once every 2 months or so. however this time we invited chuckles along. he actually has a gold record, and plays the ukulele, so it should be a good.
when anneh's roomie meg got home, we decided to call it quits and all of us headed over to little star where we met up with randall (btw, he's not joining our band because he is a funhater x10). we devoured some delicious pizzas, and then hustled on home. it was brisk out and i didn't have a coats.
ps. it took forever to get our table. this was because the people who were sitting at the table did not leave after paying their bill. they sat there for at least 10 minutes even though the restaurant was packed and the wait time ridiculous. why do people do things like this?
today was one of those perfect sort of days. i woke up, baked a delicious chocolate date cake, and then headed to chuckles' house for a breakfast club meeting. he and his friends do this really great thing where they take turns hosting a breakfast brunch, and the host gets to invite their guests, so the old pals get to hang out each month along with a myriad of new faces. i love the idea, and i think i'm going to steal it. who wants to be in my breakfast club?
afterwards randall and i headed home (bellies full of delicious treats, mimosas, iced coffee and bloody marys i might add) where he digested his food by reading comics, and i plucked around on the bass. anneh and i are going to horribly cover some songs tomorrow, so this should be interesting.
once that food was nearly forgotten, we headed down to mission street foods to hang out with burger and jennylo. burger's going to hong kong for work in a bit (i was hoping to join her, but alas we are in a holding pattern), and jennylo is headed up to portland for law school, so it was nice to meet up again. the waiter there was totally flirting with burger. she's crazy (in a good way) and tends to bring this out in people.
when the pork belly had been cosumed (deliciousness btw, totally like a street david chiang concoction) we headed home, where we nerded out. the new game for the evening was youtube ukulele. go to youtube and search "bandname ukulele" and then be amazed by the results (my favorite is embedded below, you must watch) inspired, i pulled out the wee guitar and pretended to know chords. i had fun, and randall as you can sort of see in the background on the left, is happily tuning me out. this is nothing new.
i’m not sure how, but this afternoon i ended up taking a break in order to hunt down bad tattoos on flickr. The game went like this. Pick a band (any band) and search “bandname tattoo” - the results were mostly hilarious, and while there were many morrissey faces (several in which he sort of looks bloated), mostly there were lyrics. Seems like folks like to have lyrics printed on them. I mean, dude, check this one guy out, he has them all over (sidenote: if this is you, um, i’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at the 60 year old you with saggy ben gibbard lyrics all over your body — and we all know how I feel about ben gibbard).
when I was looking at all of these, I thought it would be fun to make today’s photo something i would've done in college, but thankfully didn't. however, I can’t write backwards with a thick eyeliner that well, and the markers didn’t work so good. so this wouldn't look like what i would've done, but it is the phrase i probably would've picked. And the photo is moody because duh, if this was a real I obviously would’ve been helluva emo.
ps. bonus points if you can name my lyrical reference.
pps. after work and standard friday beer o'clock, i met randall, eric and kele for dinner at bar jules. it was good and solid, but not worth going back, the halibut was a little salty and the cost a bit too much.
today's farmer's market was bustling. now that spring is here, there are loads of different kinds of fruits and vegetables, including long stalks of sugar cane. my mom is from taiwan and whenever we would visit we would eat sugar cane from street vendors. it is hands down one of my favorite things in the whole world. so naturally, when i saw one, i had to grab it. i also then carried it all over the muni, the library, the bart, and the mission. i imagine i looked totally awesome and absolutely hardcore, or totally ridiculous.
ps. i love the library and the online request system. ex machina 3, 4, and 5 are mine to devour!
pps. scottel didn't leave, he's on the extended stay plan. that's okay with me. we made such beef in his honor.
ppps. i had a dentist appointment today, do you think he'll be thrilled to hear that i left his office to go gnaw on some sweet wood?
wednesdays are the new awesome. anneh has to watch top model for work, and to reward her i try and reenact at least one scene. tonight the model wannabes found themselves tackily parading around the favelas of rio dressed as mediocre carmen mirandas (for those of you who don't know favelas are like the slums, wikipedia calls them "shanty towns"). they had to look (fill in the blank here i forget, if you draw a blank just go for "fierce"), but model. you know "pet the cat, but model" or "be angry, but model" - but make sure you're modeling (the verb) and not just being a model (the noun), it's important.
what's also important is having the ability to balance fruit on your head. today i was able to do just that thanks to my wonderful art directors and handlers (aka scott and meg). they made sure my hair and makeup was just right, for modeling (the verb). and yes, this is all real fruit. and yes it is balanced, not propped. what can i say, i am just that fierce.
ps. fruit is from the earth, so this is a good earth day costume, right?
pps. anneh i want the butternut squash enchilada recipe. it was deliciouses.
ppps. we did a taste test, sorry humphry, bi-rite's salted caramel trumps your balsamic. don't worry i'll still love you.
when scottel arrived at our house yesterday, he was scruffy, dirty, and looking like an old man. it's amazing what a shower and a shave can do. i'm not sure when the last time i saw him cleanly shaven was, but it's blowing my mind. i mean now he looks 17. and if he's 17, that means i'm younger than that and that logic works for me.
ps. randall and i having been playing dogwalker lately, we're going to steal that sushi dog if they're not careful.
pps. too hot today, too hot.
