Talked to an ex-girlfriend of mine, Jacki, from Columbus. I found out from our mutual friend Juliet that Jacki’s mother is having open heart surgery on Thursday (I’m sending good thoughts towards Columbus). We chatted for a long while, and got caught up on recent events. Well… recent is stretching it. I haven’t made an effort to talk to her…
I haven’t told my mom about this site. And I doubt she’d ever find it. I’m a bit of a nerd and a bit of a loser, but come on. Give me SOME credit. :D
Derrickito and StinkFist are still at it. If you haven’t seen their site already, check out Homelessweek.com. I’m still uncertain about my views on this. While I don’t feel they’re really experiencing homelessness… they never really claimed to set out to do that. The point of the experiment was to experience life from someone else’s perspective, and a less fortunate…
I don’t think you can spot any mold in this picture, but this is how far into it I got: At first, I just thought it was a crappy ass donut. Tasted like hell, and I figured it was the preservatives, chemicals, whatever. A bit later, my coworker Mike tells me that the donuts had mold all over them. Apparently,…
My friend Kevin and Camelia were visiting Chicago last night. Chalk more points up for the newer, more social Portnoy! We all were at my friend Justin’s house (I’d provide a link, but he doesn’t have a portfolio up yet, the bastage) and ordered Thai food. I met Kevin through mutual friends, back in Bloomington, Indiana. I was (and still…
I don’t really know anything about baseball. But driving home over the weekend, I heard on NPR that Ted Williams died. It was pretty incredible to hear his accomplishments, both on and off the field. His era was truly a very different time from now. Prior to this weekend, what I knew about Ted Williams was "Masterful," by William Matthews:…
Matt: I’ve decided not to talk to you until you send me a poem. I figure that kind of threat would get the words pouring out. ;) Portnoy: Doesn’t this message automatically negate your threat? Portnoy: Matt: I’m still not talking to you. Portnoy: Got a favor to ask Matt: Hit me, bitch. Portnoy: Can I get a copy (electronic)…
For those who may not get this… a lot of us WH folk play a little game called Unreal Tournament. Derrick and I both seem to have a penchant for the sniper rifle, and the word "snipe" seems to have come into its own, as a verb. A few weeks back, Derrick developed this habit where he would Instant Message…
In the hustle and bustle of yesterday’s wedding, I completely forgot to call my sister to wish her a happy birthday. I called her this morning, full of apologies, and she told me not to worry about it – something a forgiving, kindhearted person like her would say. In an odd way, I have residual guilt from how my family…
When Alex and Elissa heard that I started this blog, they wanted to know the address. I balked. :D My concern is that, if all my friends start visiting this page… will I begin to edit myself? Will I stop myself from saying certain things in fear that a friend may take something the wrong way? Let’s face it: if…
My friends Alex and Elissa came by today, around 1 PM. They were heading out to Hollywood Grill, and wanted to see if I was interested. Having just finished lunch, I decided to join them for coffee. When they came by, I was still unshaven, unshowered, and a bit smelly from a rather unproductive morning of creating stuff on the…
Two major figures from the We’re Here Flash Forum are spending a week out on the streets of Seattle. Derrick Clark (derrickito) and Scotty Weeks (StinkFist) have decided to forgo lodging, food, all the basic necessities we take for granted. You can follow their progress at http://www.homelessweek.com/. I’ve been kicking around their idea for some time now. Their ultimate goal…
I got my first ever (read: non-test) e-mail on the avoision.com account. Woot! Portnoy, I just checked your blog, groovy stuff. Thought I’d let you know you have an audience. Not that I’m going to be looking at it too much this week but I’ll definitely check back when I’m not homeless. Cheers, Scotty (StinkFist from were-here)
After re-hydrating for most of the morning, Ed and I wandered around the neighborhood looking for an appropriate gift. Went into some rather fancy stores, but turned up empty (unless you want to count a $3000 Buddha head as a possible gift). We finally came across one place that was, indeed, an import type store, and had some rather cool…
I was too far gone to come up with anything, and sent Matt an old haiku that I had written: I’m a walking stickliving in the woodpile. It’sa matter of time.