Suction.

Went in for cleaning. Walked out with fillings. Paid OUT OF POCKET. And by pocket, I mean my ass, cuz I'm broke*.

*Not yet. But I can see it...

Given the finances:

Oh well.

Crowded Superhero Job Market


In "honor" of Underworld Uncut DVD release & the cinematic litterbox called Catwoman.

On a related note. Attack of the web movie marketing clones.

animating the reel doesn't leave time for workouts.

Wkd find: authentic italian deli on pennisula w/ kick-ass caprese on focaccia. Num!

Tat.

come on, already!

:: colonyone ::

Apparently I didn't try hard enough-- I woke up today and I wasn't even hungover. Talk about dereliction of duty.

Ways, thought my wrinkly visage this morn was due to dehydration. Turns out I'm just old!


If that guy in the corner makes no sense, then you haven't seen the Grail Knight from Last Crusade.

On a related note, finished The DaVinci Code. Fun, but frustrating. How can the cryptology experts be THAT dumb? And talk about stretching a conspiracy theory to it's limits. When I got to the Little Mermaid referrence I nearly threw the book across the room.

Here's my booty from a post-Code Google-ing: Leo, Tarot, Gallery, Mermaid, Madonna: On The Rocks or Mixed , "John", and Jesus.

Okay, I was going to let the doodle stand alone but I can't. People, jury duty on a f#cking felony case is a stone cold beaaaatch. Your more rational self is at bloody war with your emotional self and, at least for me, neither turned out to be as strong as I had previously believed. You go through a gauntlet. Even so far as harboring homicidal thoughts towards that egomaniacal windbag who, although quite in line with your position, is grating in his presentation to the fellow jurors. I wonder how often the tensions in criminal case deliberations LEAD to criminality.

And at some point, when all my rational reviewing of the facts were out weighed by my GUT belief in witnesses... why does that feel like I'm devolving? "Uh, yah, ultimately I've voting this way cuz I still in believe in my heart that the witness is telling the truth."
How lame an argument is that? That wouldn't even hold up in a high school debate class. And YES, I realize what I've been through is NOTHING compared to struggles of the defendant and the accuser. Wah wah.

I can't even think about it anymore.... where's my drink?

it's over. we're hung.

::: mmmm better than suntory time :::

from The Room.

months away.

duty contined.

jury duty snapshot: oven -- lemme out

ack. thank you for callling me at 9:00am. On a fricking saturday, no less.
Well, now that I'm up....

rush to judgement. biz world will have to wait, guy.

linkies!: Send search party! Governor Arnold-san and others get lost in translation, including my fave family.


I can confirm, it is indeed oishii.

Grrragh. Either my 90lb upstairs neighbor needs to learn to tread softly, or she's rooming with a 10 ton bigfoot. Either way, KEEP IT DOWN!!

Pet chip: 3 of 3


On an unrelated note, crazy as these excuses are, they totally woulda worked.

Which reminds of jury selection....
Person : "Btw, I have panic attacks."
Lawyer: "Do you have any warning signs?"
Person: "Yes: when I run down screaming down the halls."

:::: drum machine ::::

(oy. WHY did I do this?)

anyway...
pet chips: transmitting (2 in a series)

my brain hurts. why did i do this?

On a lighter note:
My friend put me onto this article about microchipping your pet.

Which leads me to:
Pet Chip -- Receiving or Transmitting? (one in a series)

old school acquaintence gave me a harsh but valuable critique of my work. now comes the hard part-- fixing it.

got to use some espanol today to hopefully help a lady at the court out. how is it possible no one else on the premises spoke spanish? bizarre.

recent visits:nice, inspirational, outstanding, the sh!t.

now to stop painting with the mouse and use this electronic coaster, er, wacom.