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| last call |
| 07.31.04 (4:25 pm) [edit] |
i did nothing at work. that's not the story today. there's a very important golden rule to have in life. are you ready?
ALWAYS KNOW SOMEBODY WITH A TRUCK!
this isn't using somebody. just have a friend who happens to own a truck. you never know when you're gonna need it. moving anything, buying a new desk, whatever. they're usually glad to help too. today, i'm truckless. i've had my eye on this sweet new queen bed for about a week now, i had a friendly trucker arranged, but no sign of him today he's either completely avoiding me and my messeges of impending doom, or he's just forgotten (which i hope is the case, but it still sux.) i'm all freakin out. what will become of my bed? after 8 oclock i hafta stop caring cuz i'm also set on seeing the village tonight. i'll still have my crappy regular bed to come home to.
the liberty's kids blog is chugging right along. eventually, we'll be in every home around the country. parents and children alike will all gather around their computer monitors to have themselves a hearty laugh. i'm sure this will happen, we have all the elements of success. and we're also the original multi-blog. no cheap imitations here focusing on poetry. we provide the hardcore laughs daily and there's no stopping us. have a LOOK
*-every dead body that is not exterminated, gets up and kills. the people it kills get up and kill.-*
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| not even jail |
| 07.29.04 (7:08 pm) [edit] |
greetings,
lots of work. or shall i say lots of sitting at my desk spinning around in my chair? oh well, it's not that fun. my chair is a piece of junk. there's not much in the way of news except the trendy stuff. like blah blah wanna see the village when i have time. and oh this one is good. gonna go see INTERPOL open for the cure on 8/18. i dun care much about the cure. but interpol... they're a deity to me. i don't think i wanna post a picture this time cuz it'll just look like i'm posting a picture for the sake of picture-ism. so bleh. hmmm this post needs it though. there's not much meat to this one. i like arguing with myself out loud. like the time i was justifying kicking my karate friend in the gut upon his request. i totally did it.
i was remembering my earlier blogging days. like the time i did the huge who has the best blog contest that went for a week. guess who won? ME. ha. brilliant! now if only i could copy myself again... it just wouldn't be nearly as funny. but hey, here's something funny if you're sick of me SOMETHING FUNNY
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| the boy who could golf |
| 07.26.04 (9:37 pm) [edit] |
today was a pretty good day. i spontaneously decided to go out golfing. i had simon caddy for me. he's a terrible caddy, and he admits it. i shot 5 over for 9 holes. not TOO shabby. after that we hung around and listened to music, played some video games. just lazy guy stuff. at the very end of the night there was like 10 of us on the porch all hanging around talking about stupid crap. stuff like marinated chicken, and why i can't get a girl. so that was pretty fun. and wow, you even get a picture of me hitting a perfect shot. don't look at my butt.
oh and the liberty's kids blog got over 1000 VIEWS in a week!
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| caravan comes for me |
| 07.25.04 (6:53 pm) [edit] |
here's today's picture. i actually really like it. the picture, not today. it could be the most boring day of my life. and the 1 person i wanted to hear never spoke. dun dun dun. you think the phrase 'do it yourself' can go eitehr way? like something is good if it says it's as easy as 'doing it yourself' but we can be equally pissed if somebody tells us to 'do it yourself.' now i must go, leave a comment, do it yourself. oh and THIS PLACE is way better than here. (for laughs ;D)
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| that old time summer |
| 07.24.04 (10:54 pm) [edit] |
the 24th of july is a big day in utah. it's the state b-day or whatever. we ended up doing nothing really. i bought a digital cam today so we played with that for a while. we walked around outside at nite taking pictures. we went to the top of a hill and hung around. we walked back home and sat around. we played megaman for an hour and got mad at it. that's about all. oh and we totally owned this gigantic raspberry lemonade slurpee. here's some pix now so i don't hafta write anymore.
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| poison rain down the drain |
| 07.23.04 (9:29 pm) [edit] |
so very tired right now. plus i think i've made a decision that i'll regret forever. but oh what is it? only 3 people can know. me, myself and i. (inside joke there) i guess i could sum it up by saying it feels like i've ripped out my own dead heart. haha oh the visitors... what's the fuss?
i was on the radio today. i talked to the local cool dj about napoleon dynamite, told everyone to go and see it. so that was cool. except NOBODY was around to hear me. and i was greatly suprised to find out i don't sound like a weed whacker anymore. i just sound like some dude. yep, some dude.
in the afternoon, the arguing unit and i went for a drive up anonymous canyon of cottonwood trees. we took the tram thingy up to the top of the mountain and hung around for an hour taking pictures. i can't wait to get those back and scanned. there was some very cool stuff. plus i'm running low on the digital ones i've taken. i'm thinking about buying a digital cam here soon to further explore my new hobby. : enjoy this one.
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| escalating |
| 07.22.04 (10:34 am) [edit] |
today's picture, an escalator. i coulda done better. it's my tribute to interpol, i guess. i've got the witty posts mostly now on LIBERTY'S KIDS where i'm the minute man. so check there for posts about mcgriddles, cats, tight shirts, and other over the top humor. i have nothing to do today. i slept 12 hours which was very nice and i deserved it. i commend myself for that.
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| camera-obscura |
| 07.21.04 (2:02 pm) [edit] |
well, there's not much to say i guess. that cheesecake still rests in my fridge. with my day off tomorrow i plan to sleep and sleep and lay around doing virtually nothing. but i doubt that'll happen.
here's today's picture in the week long extravaganza of my photographs. it's a ceiling. ooooOooo :p
and the LIBERTY'S KIDS blog is going very strong. it's got everything. i think i've topped myself with that idea. go have a look if you don't believe me. i'll have a post there tonight so you'll definitely have something to look forward to. :
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| the call to arms |
| 07.20.04 (3:11 pm) [edit] |
all i can say is that my shoulder have never been more sore. the other day i carried these freakin huge bags of rock salt down the street to hold a sign to the ground. i'm thinking basically they ripped entire back muscles from my spine and this is where i am today.
i got out of there with 14 pieces of assorted, delicious cheesecake and i'm happy about that. but the thing i'm most happy about this week is the launch of the world's greatest blog.
THE LIBERTY'S KIDS BLOG starring me, captain, dr. funky, my sister, and her friend. you'll get 5 blogs in 1. but don't worry, i'll still keep posting here and at the plainfame blog. i'm sure people are all sick of me, but any blog with me makes it even better. so if you're looking for more: sarcasm, stories, cartoons, comments, and sexuality hit up the new liberty's kids blog to fulfill your daily requirements! and now, i'll be presenting some new artsy photos i've taken. 1 day at a time. enjoy!
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| a passing feeling |
| 07.18.04 (2:45 pm) [edit] |
haven't been around for a couple days, but dunno if there's much to say. the hotel feels less and less haunted each day. i think maybe i just totally creeped myself out the first day, who knows. i still hear crap though. i say though too much.
i took some cool pictures the other day, so i'll have those up anytime soon here. also, there's big blogging plans in the making. brace yourself for impact sometime in the vear near future. it's like a summer teaser trailer. speaking of movies, saw anchorman and it was way funny. also weird, but i laughed more than i said "what the crap!?"
it seems like nothing amusing ever happens to me anymore. i just work and on a completely different note, i'm getting much better at zelda on my gameboy. ha! ok wow i've wasted my time and everybody else's time.
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| somebody told me |
| 07.15.04 (3:06 pm) [edit] |
FROM A BASEMENT ON THE HILL released October 19, 2004. The countdown begins. 95 days.
yeah, i won't allow you to read this unless you go to that link first... i'll give you a moment............................
ok. i'm pretty sure the hotel is haunted. yep. i took over the helm today. i had like a little 'healing hands' type massage thing going on in 1 room and they were my only guests. so i spent most of the day cleaning up the other rooms and rearranging tables and chairs. out of all the cleaning stuff, the vacuum is the coolest. it's one of those awesome ones you get to strap to yer back and walk around with. oh man i've always envied the janitor who got to use one. but now i'm the janitor too! i'm everything. i'm the manager, the dishwasher, the server, the setter upper, the janitor, security, bill payer, game boy player, killer of time, stud.
so far it's quite easy. but i'll tell you the spooky story. all freakin day long you hear clangs and clatters coming from everywhere. you hear walking, stuff like that. nobody is downstairs. only 10 people in the room at the other end of the building. just me. i'll describe this here. there's a hallway on the west side of the building and like a hallway on the east side (this hallway is basically just a big running room containing my kitchen, office, elevator and stuff. so they run parallel with 4 big room in between them. there's a door on both sides of the room. so the doors are parallel. i was walking by all the rooms, being busy when i looked across and saw a dude. he was walking the same way, faster. i saw his back. he was wearing dark blue. i was like HUH? so i ran through the room to the other hallway, looked both ways and saw nothing. i ran down the hall to the stairs and there was nothing. FREAKIN CREEPY HUH?!
i hope i don't have any more of these kinda stories. kinda bad to have that on my first shift alone. but on a brighter note, my sister and simon and i are gonna go see THE KILLERS tonight. they'll totally rock. and anybody not going is missing out :p
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| mood elevator |
| 07.13.04 (3:58 pm) [edit] |
i'm pleased to report i just passed the 10,000 view mark. i've been doing this since early february. so 10k in 5 months is fine by me.
my sister guaranteed these sleepy pills she loaned me. i took one and it bounced right off of me. my alarm was set for 6am sharp. i laid in bed from 11-6, not 1 wink of sleep. beep. there goes the alarm. so it's off to work for an 11 hour shift on zero sleep. i hafta say the most interesting part of the day was when my boss got trapped in the elevator on the basement floor. he had to call for maintenance to come save him, cuz i was off doing chores and unfortunately don't know how to fix an elevator. they saved him about 10 minutes later. amazingly, he was unscathed and slightly amused, said it happens often. yipee! i also got to talk to my girl boss. she said the place is haunted and won't be in my building by herself. i hafta say the honorable mentions for the day was the free cinamon roll, and juice for breakfast. and the partaking of the free mexican buffet for lunch. we all sat at this big table eating tacos and having a decent conversation which i was slightly involved in.
i take over the helm half way-ish on thursday and friday (which are short days *phew*) and after that, come monday the show is mine. i'm sorta like : / seeing it's a big responsibility and hoping i don't get stuck in an elevator or get harassed by some ghost. but at least i'll get free food!
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| next exit |
| 07.12.04 (3:59 pm) [edit] |
it was harder to adjust to the new sleeping schedule than i expected. i got to bed at about 11, 11:30 and i figured i'd get right to sleep cuz i'd been up all day and stuff. i laid there till about sometime after 1, then got up cuz i wasn't sleepy at all. my room was clean enough, so i didn't have anything to do. i looked through boxes of all my old crap (that's what i usually do every now and then when i can't sleep) the boxes didn't have anything of value to me. i laid around some more but then i decided to do the old sleep trick. when i really REALLY can't sleep, i'll just sleep the other way in my bed. it's so weird and not on the routine that it just somehow gets me to sleep. of course you wake up a few times throughout the night wondering where you are, and what time it is.
i awoke to discover that we didn't win the interpol film contest. turns out 8 out of the 10 winners are semi pro film makers who compete regularly in film festivals. psh! screw them. they're prolly not even fans. prolly never even heard of interpol. despite this minor set back in a ton of cash, we still very much intend to make the short film. between a former double dare winner (you liar!) and myself, i think we have a lot of cool ideas. now we just need a camera... and when i say cool ideas i'm talking explosions, pole vaulting, helicopters, guns, chix, and.. art!
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| crazy like the good ol days |
| 07.11.04 (1:35 pm) [edit] |
my first day at i will definitely be calling "the haunted hotel." it was quite interesting in a completely non formal kind of way. i see this tiny little guy walking down the hall. i introduce myself and it turns out he's the guy who's training me to be his replacement. he's the banquet supervisor, or shall i say WAS. i'm the new banquet supervisor, how i landed this kind of position, i'll just assume it was my strikingly good looks. i'm in charge of a big building now where people work. i do my own thing. i'll set up chairs and tables and crap. i'll clean up junk like the dishes (which isn't hard, just quite hot.) i get a big set of keys that open doors full of closets of random stuff. i have my own office with my own run down swirly chair. i get kick backs, tips, and free food from everyone. it's all very, very nice. all it requires is a few long days each week, but i forsee tons of downtime where i get to listen to my own music or read a cool book.
the idea of the hotel being haunted came about halfway into my dinky beginner shift. the dude says the kitchen people won't come upstairs on my level at night. he says he's seen chairs spinning on their own and hands opening doors. kind of VERY creepy if you ask me. this place is quite old. i hope i don't bump into anything like that. ugh. i get creeped out easy.
meanwhile, i'll keep posting stupid pictures i take.
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| treefingers |
| 07.10.04 (4:14 pm) [edit] |
here, i was looking through some junk and found a picture or 2 that i took a lil bit ago. hope you enjoy nature :p oh and gimme feedback reguarding the cool factor.
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| call me mellow |
| 07.10.04 (3:17 am) [edit] |
i'm sorry i don't have more entertaining artistic photos for the masses, i'm a beginner who doesn't own a digital camera. all the wrong people own digital cameras. i need my own!
my last nite at the big red store. i felt utterly careless. even more than normal. i floated through the aisles, labels a blur. nobody believed me that i had found a new job. they'll believe me when i don't show up ever again. ha! i was working with tombo and i felt like bringing up the old memories. we thought of the time we had laughed the hardest. it was some good crap to hash through. like the time we were battling each other with this stuffed parrot. i kept throwing it at him. it broke. or the time me and him put laundry baskets on our heads and dueled with brooms. or the time i hid in a giant box and popped out in front of an unsuspecting worker (this happened about 5 times, i even pulled the prank on one of my bosses, he screamed like a girl.) one of the best nights was when tom and i both developed completely accurate impressions of a fellow employee. we were walking around telling ridiculous stories and coming up with unbelievable excuses as to why we hadn't shown up for work the day before. it was really fun to remember all that nostalgic crap.
being all techincal, i'll say that my friend gets back TODAY. normally i'd say tomorrow, but i don't wanna confuse myself or my few loyal readers. it kinda sux cuz i was gone last week on vacation and he was gone this week on vacation. so 2 weeks without hanging out. that's quite a while for me to not be loafing at someone else's house. is it funny or sad that i have only 1 friend my age who lives in my city? is it better to have 1 loyal friend or 10 friends who don't really care? i'm pretty big on loyalty, so i suppose just 1 friend will have to make do. so yeah. there should be a button somewhere here that shuts me off.
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| move on |
| 07.09.04 (3:11 pm) [edit] |
probably the weirdest thing happened to me today. i was telling coco about how neither of my job prospects had called me back, and about how i was gonna hafta start selling off all my posessions just to stay alive. and that i saw nothing good in my future.
MY PHONE RINGS.
i recognized the number as the hotel i interviewed at yesterday. by the tone of the woman's voice, i was preparing myself for another disappointment.
SHE OFFERS ME THE JOB I HAD MY EYE ON.
banquet setter upper. that is i. i start sunday morning. i'm gonna work at the big red store tonight and on sunday night. they're having a pizza party. so i'll take advantage of that free meal then freakin quit that depressing crap hole.
pizza party, here i come. :
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| eventually |
| 07.09.04 (2:41 am) [edit] |
"just take all of it, go to wendover and bet it all on black." that's what work dad tom told me after having a look at my pathetic paycheck. looking for work is the worst job in the world. i wake up every day and chant this mantra "find a job or you will perish." let's hope somebody calls me back tomorrow and offers me some kind of crap.
-he whistles and he runs
my brain has a funny way of entertaining me. i always think it's funny to try to think of the ultimate story. or the ultimate plot of a movie. when you plot out the entire thing and it turns out completely ridiculous, i think that's funny. or you stop like halfway into the first sentence and go "what the crap am i thinking?" like right now, i have no idea what i'm talking about, so i'll stop with that.
i hate not having some kind of funny story to keep the readers hooked. but that's not life! life throws you crap and i hafta report it. whether my readers like it or not. i'm willing to slip in the rankings. ha! once again, i'm out of things to say. if you're sick of my junk, check out my super cool links.
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| c'mere |
| 07.08.04 (12:52 pm) [edit] |
before i begin, i must announce that the PLAINFAME BLOG has a new post on it after a month long hiatus. this is the only blog in the tblog world that is controlled by 2 seperate individuals, myself and mr. plainclothes21 from australia. we try to be entertaining and really like input from everyone. and for me it's a bit of an alter ego. the wit is a lot more dark, sarcastic, whatever you wanna call it. but it's all for precious attention. so send us questions, comments, pictures of cool crap, whatever you want. we respond to all.
and now, today's adventure. or non adventure. i went in for an interview at some little hotel. they had a graveyard security job and a banquet setter upper job. i'd prefer the banquet job cuz i'm sick of working graveyards. but hey, i'll thwart off transients for $8.50 an hour. of course i won't be offered either job, cuz yeah. that's just how interviews go for me.
i'm just a LITTLE bit obsessed with INTERPOL i think. they're a band from NYC. and they are the new sound of music, believe it or not.
i guess that's all.
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| the gazing eye won't lie |
| 07.07.04 (7:32 pm) [edit] |
i'd like to take this opportunity to say that i sold lord nigel t. pennyfeather, my firebelly toad. That's right. This group of wandering gypsies offered me 20 bux and i sold out. I couldn't keep spending freakin money on stupid food for him. He was like a spoiled brat. I just couldn't pay attention to something that didn't do anything. He just sits there and looks pissed at me. And the worst part, is that my sister took half the dough cuz she thinks the new spiffy cage she bought somehow entitled her cash. :p i don't care, i'm sure he's happy now with those gypsies. I'll post a picture now that is nature related to express my sympathy to the toad. Yes, i took the picture too.
this picture will go to the side of the blog in rememberance of another lost pet, another lost summer.
and now continuing with the vacation trip pictures, here's another i took of some building in chicago. i just thought it looked cool. but eh..
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| it's like learning a new language |
| 07.06.04 (11:43 pm) [edit] |
the other day, i was invovled in a thought provoking conversation. it was about rating things. basically, we decided from the way we talk, our sayings work on an intricate scale of approval. we ended up closing the matter on something close to this:
"say man, how was that concert the other day?"
you could reply with any of the following
+++GREAT/RAD (i'm bringing back rad)
++Pretty dang good/sweet
+Good
* FINE/OK (this is neutral)
- meh/so so/ (the simple teetering hand gesture works)
-- sucked/crappy
--- freakin sucked/or my personal fav word ATROCIOUS
so the next time somebody asks your opinion, make sure you react wisely.
oh and here's a freakin RAD picture i took in chicago that i consider an artistic triumph.
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| believing is art |
| 07.05.04 (11:44 pm) [edit] |
back from my trip and 100% exhausted. so i won't say much. my brother and i were discussing who got to tell which story. i think he gets the best one with the "JOE 771" license plate in chicago. i'll save my story for another day this week, cuz these pictures will be enough to tell a thousand stories! or 3,000 stories or words. hmmm. i'll sum up my trip for all the people. these are things i did and places i went: saw spiderman 2 twice, went to chicago and to an art museum, a science museum, sears tower, navy pier (crap) a brewers game (they won but at least i gotta see sammy sosa spank one) i saw rooney & jet an hour apart from each other. they were both very good. i watched my first humphrey bogart movie. and on the way home i saw a shoe on the freeway. now, here's some pictures of the trip.
the chick on the front of a ship at the science museum. yeah, i got her number.
me being stupid at the art museum. note the smile on my face, i'm no actor. the main question that goes along with the picture is "which one is the work of art?" ;
sweet picture i took of the chicago river, along with 8 billion other tourists and photographers before me.
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| american adventure |
| 07.03.04 (5:21 pm) [edit] |
greetings to all from wisconson. the trip is going quite well and we're going as many places humanly possible. i must admit i hate with a vile passion the parking fees and toll roads in illinois. 25 bux to park in a garage for a couple hours? sheesh. other than that, i've got some good junk for everyone. sorry to all the blog people, i can't afford a $4.95 magnet for everybody (spending all the money on parking. :p) look for me back in action late monday nite or tuesday with pictures from chicago and all that bleh. for now... enjoy (it's from our escapade to the art museum which had some good crap in it!)
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