Which reminds me. I'm only buying the tiny 200ml bottles of booze right now. I'd love another tiny bottle of whisky. You get to choose which brand and what photo I publish. Christopher sponsored me with some gloves, but never asked for a photo or a story or anything. So I'm gonna go ahead and assume this is what he intended to ask for:
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| Coworker Chris saw this in a 16x16 print, and we all took turns taking pictures with it. |
Just think, for the price of an under $10 bottle of whisky, you could demand this type of fantastic photography.
Now, speaking of whisky, I've been doing most of my drinking out of old jelly jars. They're fantastic! They're free (well, with the cost of jelly, I suppose), they're the right size, can hold salsa or whisky, vodka, or rum. I use them to hold coffee. You can make a drink in one, lid it, and take it out onto the golf course in your backpack real easy.
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| A bourbon-and-seven in a jelly jar. |
I discovered a new feature of the jelly jar as a drinks glass is the lid can double as a coaster. Cassandra, you'd better be proud of me for discovering this on my own.
A weird thing happened tonight. I was doing laundry when Jake, the nice but idiotically clueless landlord let me know there's cable downstairs and I can watch TV down there if I like. I barked some laughter and declined, noting that I generally use Netflix and my computer, which is true. I'd like to share with you why I laughed, though.
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| This is downstairs where the cable is. |
It's the single most cheerless room I've ever been in. Sure, there's pingpong and fooseball, a tv and an office chair, but it's a living-room sized empty space of comical despair. Go down there and watch cable? I'm laughing to myself as I write this.
What an utterly stupid house peopled by utterly stupid people.
Fortunately, I work with smart people. Fun, good people. I like them. And since I have no friends outside work, and many of the work people have few or no friends, I made the following flier after talking to many of those coworkers and getting good feedback. I'm happy with the design, too. The font is Din, but you already knew that, didn't you?
I think there'll be a decent turnout. I hope so, anyway. I could go for a beer or two with some friends.
I think that's it for me for now. I love and miss you all. I wish more than just my mom, Jenne, and Cassandra commented here. I'd love to hear from Angel, Matt, and Blaine again. Just a quick "hi," would go a long way.
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| Me, just before hitting publish. |
I think that poster is the best design you have had in a long time! :) I think we need three of each breast area and bottom area in different designs then mix and match them. Like paper dolls. :)
ReplyDeleteThis thing ate my first post. This is my second try. I find this frustrating so I may be a little sarcastic. I'll try not to be, though.
ReplyDeleteYou are a clever boy to come up the the multiple use jar like that! Imagine...drinking from a jar or storing something in one. Amazing idea. I hope you're working on a patent.
Your sign is good! If I was in CO, I would come as your mother.
Tonight is soccer practice. I will send you pictures of Jaylyn while you're getting drunk.
You lay a pretty heave guilt-trip for someone who only answers emails sporadically.
ReplyDeleteI never heard back from you about the "Radio Lab" podcast, and you didn't respond to my follow up about "Disk Warrior."
I'm enjoying your blog, though.
And I wish I had a room with a ping pong table, foosball table, and cable T.V. to complain about.
Blaine
Mom, it's the lid being a coaster you're supposed to be impressed with. Did YOU think of it? No? Huh.
ReplyDeleteBlaine, you're right. Let me explain: I get your email on my iPhone. Being impatient, I read it right then and there, wherever I'm at. Replying on the iPhone isn't as easy as it could be; longer replies take more time than I generally have. So I make a mental note to reply to you when I get home. then I get home, and I totally forget, and you don't get written to.
I want to apologize for that, and also let you know that it's really not me being a jerk, it's me not having my brains trained right. I'm sorry, and I'll do better. You deserve better. You've certainly GIVEN better.