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.
Leopard Lounge, exterior. Gorgeous evening, and a mild breeze. Ed and I used to come here after work on Fridays. It’s a nice place when it’s deserted, but pretty awful once the regular Friday night crowd arrives. Our server, Anaeshka (sp?), was nice enough to pose. A shot of Ed, sitting behind my shot of Maker’s Mark. Interior view of…
An expensive place, but it’s really close to the train stop. Stumbling distance from home. Going to meet my friend Ed (an ex-coworker) for a drink or two, before heading out to find a wedding gift for our friend Ron (another ex-coworker). Ron was the guy who served as my mentor, essentially, when I began working with Flash professionally. He…
Like many folks, I’ll be heading in to work tomorrow. More than half my office has requested July 5th off – so it’ll be crickets and tumbleweeds tomorrow. The plus side is that I expect everyone else to be a bit slow from the festivities. I’ve decided to start drinking. Jim Beam with a little RC on the side. Oh…
by Felix Jung Tonight is not extreme, notthe kind of evening some would call blistering. It’s a slow melting, a film of warm jelly enveloping the city. Around the house, random things cling to my arms. The paper holds tightly as if grafted to my wrist, lint finds its way, mysteriously, to my neck. To make things worse, every- thing…
My friend Matt has been yelling at me lately. I haven’t written much since I got out of school, and this is coming up on almost 2 years now. There was a time where I was waking up every day at 6, putting on a pot of coffee, and writing until the caffeine made my stomach lining hurt. Now –…
Right now, I can hear fireworks going off all around the neighborhood. Earlier tonight, my friend Alex Galt invited me out with a bunch of folks to go see the fireworks downtown. I called him up and said I wouldn’t be going. Here are my questions: At what point does introversion begin to interfere with actual, healthy social interaction? Glenn…
I’ve been rereading Douglas Coupland’s microserfs for the past week. To say it inspired me to start up this blog is an understatement. I’m loving the book again, and I’m about 30 pages until the finish. Definitely one of those novels that you hate to see end. Excerpt: It’s late at night. Basketball on TV; computer and fitness mags everywhere….