So, some things from today.
On my way home over the 494 bridge, the lil rig had an unfortunate encounter with a tire. I saw said tire come tearing off a semi, and was ready to swerve to avoid it, except that the car ahead of me was not so adept and sent it flying directly under Chico. Since my car seemed ok, I proceeded to the Y and had completely forgotten about the incident by the time I got there. On the way out, I was following this older guy who kept turning to look at me over his shoulder as we approached the parking lot. Close to my car, he called out just as I saw what he had already noticed; my foglamp was laying on the ground in front of my car. (How did he know it was my car before I even got near it? I’m still asking myself. Anyway.) I laughed. You know, that’s typical of Chico, who’s on a campaign to become a Saab-hoopty, and nothing surprises me anymore. So he helped me unattach the wires, and I tossed the chunk of metal and broken glass in the back and was on my way. But I do love me some friendly helpful people. Thanks, dude. – – – Homie and I got on the subject of ego-surfing today, so I decided to check it out, since it’s been a while. The only exciting new item I found was this thing, which is fun to play with and pretty damn accurate as far as my web-sphere. I dig. So then I remembered the Wayback Machine, which got me all nostalgic. Oh, the days of plinko. I should find all those images and put them back up so the archives look right. Then I got really nostalgic: the oldschool remixMy second-favorite old version of plinko. Everyone else hated it. the orange guy
At my old job, one of my tasks was to edit company party photos and post them on the intranet, because I was the only one who knew how to drive Photoshop. I was working on this picture of a coworker and her very-drunk-looking husband one day, and decided to blow him up and make him my website. Also, I was reminded looking at this that I used to hide secret messages and such in my websites all the time. I guess I still do, sometimes. Anyway, the sliced-up images that put-together form this page made a sentence: ‘it’s time to admit you might have been completely wrong.’ I’m aware that I’m the only person who ever knew of this detail. the original plinko site plan
I cannot believe I found this. I laughed my ass off. We were such fucking amateurs, it’s awesome. Also, I have just realized that my handwriting is absolutely different than it was 6 or 7 years ago. Interesting. weekly world news
I made this for Homie’s parents’ anniversary party. I have this thing for postcards, and a good parody. uh, words
I remember doing this years ago, but I’m not sure why. I decided to make it the background on my computer for a while. Hey, it has the Fibonacci sequence! Hot. i… don’t know.
For real, I don’t. It sounds like me, so I guess I did this at some point. – – – What else? Tomorrow is September. Fuck. I think I am unprepared for September. April is moving out this weekend, so la casa will be down to 2/3 its previous occupancy. It’s 11 days until I walk 60 miles. No, 10. Hands down, this has been the weirdest summer of my life. I can’t even really wrap my mind around it right now. I won’t attach adjectives yet. I’ll wait for perspective on this one. Also, my favorite rockstar in the whole entire universe heads off on tour tonight. I will miss him terribly while he’s gone. And, um. That’s all.
Jenni