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|Tuesday, June 4th, 2013|
|Donec eu faucibus mauris.
Originally published at Rachel Swirsky. You can comment here or there.
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|Thursday, May 7th, 2009|
|The scariest thing just happened
I've been trying for an hour and a half to get my resume printed out, but due to some weird Open Office glitch, everything I print has been getting cut off for no obvious reason. So after a while I stopped using nice paper since it was just going to get mangled anyway, and started using whatever weird paper I could find lying around. I tossed in some especially janky paper and the printer jammed.
I fixed the jam, but the printer was still going nuts. All the lights were on and blinking and I couldn't turn it off with the power button- I unplugged it, plugged it in a couple times, stuck my hands in its guts and hoped for the best, unplugged it again...
...and stepped on some creepy fucking spider toy while I hit the power button for the last time.
Somewhere deep under a pile of laundry the damn thing started cackling kind of evil and REALLY loud while the lights on the printer blinked on and off. And then as soon as the cackling stopped, the lights on the printer went normal and it spat out my page.
Damn. I feel like I just performed an exorcism.
|Saturday, March 14th, 2009|
|Tuesday, January 20th, 2009|
|Sunday, January 4th, 2009|
|Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008|
|Valium is really fun, guys
No, it is.
But I'm down two teeth and there's blood everywhere, so that's not cool.
Also when I try to talk I can't.
Peace out guys. Current Mood: abcessed
|Sunday, September 28th, 2008|
|Thursday, September 25th, 2008|
+ My little brother is getting less religious because (his words) he's getting tired of dealing with dumb people.
- The blood tests came back with nothing. So I don't have anemia, thyroid problems, or an electrolyte imbalance, but I've got to go to a cardiologist and make sure my heart's not broken. So I've got a find a cardiologist who will find out what's wrong with me without getting too paid.
+ I've got a job! I work at Trader Joe's (free food) as a Sign Artist (play with sharpies all day). It involves more art, more hours, and better pay than the last place, so I win.
|Upsides- Best party ever!
Ok ok so on Saturday I went over to Ben's house because he kept saying he had some crazy surprise he'd been working really hard on for my birthday, but when I got there he wasn't done and it was all over the floor so he put his hands over my eyes, led me to his room, and I played Spore (which is pretty rad) while he worked.
We went to dinner and he asked me if I could drive him to his friend Dev's house to drop off a router Mike had in storage. The router was in a cake box, but it was clearly labeled ELECTRICAL EQUIPMENT 7/6/06 so what did I know?
I figured the two of us would go somewhere cute and eat cake, but as it turns out "Dev" lives really close to Anna and Allison. So we decided to have a party! It's a good thing Dev's router was shaped like cupcakes.
I've never had a surprise party before and I really wasn't expecting it. Anna and Allison had a plethora of surprises, including a puppet and play-doh and the weirdest fucking book on parrots I have ever seen and a DOMO KUN PIÑATA. And there were streamers everywhere and everything!
That's right suckers, on my birthday Rob, Allison, and I (in order of diminishing impact) beat an meme to death and extracted candy from its head!
We were all singing karaoke when the new roomate Sarah came out too and it turns out she's pretty cool, so we all played guitar hero until 2am while Anna looked at zentais
on flickr and tried to find the kittens page but mostly just found a lot of pictures of boys in plastic dresses and ball gags.
At some point slapstick ensued. You can't see Anna's face in this picture but let me assure you it was covered in frosting.
Thank you SO much Anna. Much like that cupcake, I did not see it coming, and much like the giant sack of candy on the floor right now, it made me life better.
|Thursday, September 11th, 2008|
|The new formula:
May: Drama, Art.
June: Drama, Drama.
July: Promise of Art.
|Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008|
|The usual travel post:
So, I'll be in Thousand Oaks and Chicago in the coming weeks. Do you live in Thousand Oaks or Chicago? Have you ever wondered what a postcard from Chicago or Thousand Oaks written by me and addressed to you might look like?
If so, this post is for you!
As far as I know, I don't know anyone in Chicago, but I know a couple of people in Thousand Oaks (ohani
I am looking at you). If you're bored between September 7 and September 9 and you are where I am, maybe we should get together? If you can't call me because you don't have my number, speak up and I'll fix that!
As for the rest of you- would you like a postcard? Yes? Reply with your address, unless I know it already*, and I'll draw something for you, then probably stick it in a sketchbook with every intention of sending it to you as soon as I can find my damn stamps which were definitely in my wallet the last time I saw them, and you'll get it in about a year.
Comments are filtered for those who fear the internet.
*Unless you're Anna or my mom, I don't.
|Saturday, August 9th, 2008|
|Tuesday, August 5th, 2008|
|Tuesday, June 10th, 2008|
Oh, it feels like summer. At first I wasn't looking for jobs out of panic, out of a constant dread that my (not unreasonable) expectations couldn't be met by any job I was qualified for. Now the dread is still there, but less so, but mostly I just want to play ukulele and hang out in the park and have a real summer like grown ups don't get to have.( This is what happens when I don't write for months. Blog vomit.Collapse )
|Friday, June 6th, 2008|
My cat died. Kidney failure. Ron called to tell me he was put down today after being on an IV for two months.
RIP Pog, 1995-2008.
|Sunday, March 9th, 2008|
|Thursday, February 21st, 2008|
|Up and down and up and down
I've fallen out of the habit of honesty in public spaces. I've also fallen out of the habit of the internet. Both of these things, and a few others, have resulted in a months long neglect of livejournal, which I should probably fix.
Not writing in here so often, it seems like there's either too much to report or nothing at all. Berkeley is nice, work is okay but I should be doing something that suits me a little better and pays more (hopefully those two line up). I got a new shirt today. Someone wants to pay me $3000 for my domain name, which means I wouldn't be living hand to mouth for a while, which would be nice. I've got a small web design job. I'm very frustrated that I don't have a career yet, but I guess I'm just hoping one will show up on my doorstep. I should be trying harder.
My hair was purple for a while, now it's washed out purply brown. The guinea pigs are fat. Last night we made pizza waffles, which taste about how you'd think they would, but less gross.
|Thursday, November 8th, 2007|
|shows shows shows
Of Montreal are playing Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday at the Great American Music Hall in SF. Any interest in seeing them, possibly in my company?
Dear Collective Subconscious,
Please stop calling me a mime.
|Tuesday, October 30th, 2007|
Thus far, the best thing about working in an art supply store is that whenever something is considered broken/dirty to the point of unsellable, it gets written out of stock and it's fair game. So I just got an easel, a huge canvas, and about six large sketchbooks.
Anyone want a sketchbook?