Archive for June, 2005

Monday June 27, 2005 35

Quote:
Me: “Can I have the airplane pretzels you don’t eat?”
Jamie: “No, I’ll eat them.”
Me: “No, by definition you can’t eat the ones you don’t eat. Can I have them?”

Note: I’ll update the banner when I get off work


Newton’s Fall

I can tell it is a great day because I already learned something today. What have you learned?

I learned a refrigerator plummeting 25 feet makes the coolest *THUMP* ever and leaves a neat impression in the grass. Our neighbors are renovating their third floor apartment. It is neat because they are throwing everything off the back balcony, but it would be nice if they had left the food in the fridge and the ceremony had commenced after my alarm had gone off and not at 7am.

Ladies, you can learn a lot from our neighbor’s wife. She knows how to get things done. Thanks to the directional microphone we know the conversation last night went as follows…

Wife: “I’d like to renovate the apartment, Dear.”
Husband: “Lets talk about it tomorrow.” (said very monotone)
Wife: *thinks for a minute* “I’ll let you push the old stuff off the balcony.”

As the sentence was leaving her lips he jumped out of bed and ran for the nearest house hold object. A man’s brain automatically creates lists for such an occasion because we’re optimistic creatures. If you had asked him in what order he is throwing things off he could list everything in order without hesitation. She then had to tackle and convince him 1:30am was not an appropriate time to start the renovation.

Ladies, when you want him to carry the new refrigerator and appliances up to the third floor it is time to pick up the Victoria’s Secret or Fredrick’s of Hollywood and ask for his credit card.


Lemonade is not my job, it is my duty

I am starting a lemonade stand and am letting people sit on our balcony and watch the neighbor demonstrate gravity with the house hold objects for $1.00 a head. Admission includes one drink. To save on overhead costs I bought this stand from the former owner, pictured above with said stand, for some french francs I had left over before the switch to the Euro. 

In Oklahoma (said with a nice southern drawl) we dropped junked out computers off the Cimarron bridge and bombarded them from above with bowling balls we purchased for $1 a piece at a garage sale. It was our civic duty, not our job.

France would have the largest economy in the world if they allowed tourists to throw any object you could carry up off the Eiffel Tower for $5 per pound. Lines would be of such proportion multiple Eiffel Towers would be constructed to meet the demand. I’ve mentioned this before and will continue to do so until the plan is implemented.


Sunday June 26, 2005 39

Kirsten Elizabeth Hardiman Redon - June 26th, 2002

3 years ago today my oldest sister died. It never becomes less painful, you just become better at dealing with it. Sometimes you have to let it all flood back in for a bit.


Friday June 24, 2005 35

Quote:
“That was the point when I snapped. I screamed. I kicked a small child. I ate at-shirt. The cops showed up and tranquilized me just as I was shoving a decorative candleholder up a woman’s butt. Then I clocked out and went home.”

- Pop_tart


Surprising

People and police are most surprised to discover I posses a vast quantity of artistic talent. Because I am lazy it isn’t always applied. For years I took private art lessons and have quite a portfolio covering every medium except elephant dung. I’ve never used water colors or oil paints as much as I’d like to, but I have a sketch book where I color pencil my ideas, and thanks to the modern miracle of Adobe Photoshop’s filters there will be samples of my  ideas as banners for the next few updates…

These are not supposed to blow you away. Each of these was done in maybe 60 seconds. There isn’t really effort behind them, but I like the ideas behind them. None of my good stuff from my portfolios will ever end up on here because they are big (usually on 17×21 and larger) and are in Oklahoma and I’m in Boston.

From left to right: sunset on an African savannah, a tornado, and an eye.


Join the my (movie) Cult

Today is a momentous day of epic proportions forever marking our lives. The other day I was struck with what is being conservatively referred to as “the most brilliant idea on Earth since orgasms.” My team of crack lawyers advised me to decree the following order: If for you are standing up, disarming a small nuclear device, operating heavy machinery, and/or grilling steaks please stop what you are doing, sit down,and prepare.

Audience, meet the first glimpse of my movie plot…

Ninjack - The story of a Ninja with a dark past who against all odds decides to escape the battles for control of urban sprawl and move to the rural backwoods of the Ozarks to become a moon shining lumberjack. But when a rival lumber jack threatens Jack’s domain and the local orphanage, defying all odds Jack takes matters in to his own hands.

Basically I wanted to mix ninjas and lumberjacks in a chain saw battle royal. This movie has a testosterone level approaching infinity. You can tell it is going to be a good movie because of the phrase “takes matters in to his own hands.” There is going to be a lot of cool stuff… like exploding forest animals and trees. For my first venture in to film it is a sure fire formula for success… at least in the cult movie scene.


Friday June 17, 2005 2

Quote:
Asking me for my favorite memories is like asking me to pull war & peace, gone with the wind, and the tale of two cities out my ass. It takes too long and no one’s really interested.

- said_caesar


Revengan(c)e at Last

Wednesady (say it with me wed-nes-day… but we say it wendsday?) night we ventured through the darkness of the city and germinated surfaces of the subway (called the “T” by Bostonians) to see my autobiographical movie, Batman Begins. Technically subways qualify as biological warfare development laboratories, and you can participate in them for only a mere $1.25 per ride.


Musical Chairs

We arrived to the theater and picked our seats in the middle of a row this way everyone would have to move for us (+1 aisle move). As I was sitting down my cell phone slipped out of hand and hit one of the two giggly girls next to us. No, we didn’t chose the seats because of the location of the giggly girls(who were thankfully quiet in the movie) but rather it was the exact center of the theater. 

Then we made the aisle-mates move as we had to get popcorn (+2 aisles moves). Then Chris had to use the bathroom (+2 aisles moves for a grand total of 5). As I returned with my popcorn cell phone victim-girl was staring at me in a way that said “please don’t drop your popcorn on me, you clumsy moron.”

Me: “Don’t worry, I won’t throw the popcorn on you.”
Other Giggly Girl: “We wouldn’t mind.”

I’m eating my popcorn (i actually managed to get some in my eyebrow without ever putting my head in the bucket which is a first for me) when I drop a bunch of popcorn in the crotchal area existing between me and the seat. This is awkward - I can’t leave the popcorn there…but it will take more than one sweep to get it on to the floor. I don’t want to be the 23 year old brushing the crotchal area between me and the seat so I left the popcorn where it was to be on the safe side.

As far as the movie goes, finally someone did the movie series justice. Batman is not a happy cheery person - he is messed up and dark. The first Batman staring Michael Keaton was okay, but the episodes following were a genuine disgrace to good taste, Batman fans, and humanity (clear back to Adam and Eve).


“Stay Classy, San Diego”

Last weekend Vikki and I ventured with Chris to the Boston Pride Parade. A Pride parade consists of 20% bikers, 15% politicians showing support during an election year, 10% Unitarian churches, 5% other, and 50% floats pumping out techno music while men in very tight overly thin white briefs thrust their hips like Duff Man.

I am in full support of LGBT rights, so don’t get me wrong when I say: I don’t care if you wear fruit of a looms, but I don’t want to see the fruits in your looms. Okay? I’m not really sure how this helps you fight for your rights as it is neither classy or respectful.

We’re standing there watching the parade when the LGBT community softball teams came by… all wearing shirts with the same color scheme and font as the community softball league shirt I was wearing. You couldn’t tell the difference. It gave us a good laugh.


Tuesday June 14, 2005 42

Quote:
“If it is cacti and cactus, is it jedi and jedus?”

-my thought for the day

Note: I am at work and have discovered the chair I am sitting in can raise to a full three feet. Yes, three feet - taller than the average circus midget. It is my own personal elevator. I can honestly look at people and say “Going up?” I can now spend my day perched high above the world.


Ninja, Ninja Fire Fight!

Yesterday in the Central Square area of Boston there was a fire. Not just any fire - this was a fire underground in a circuitry vault. Man-hole covers were exploding with flames shooting out from under them and dark black clouds of billowing smoke pouring out.

Facts:
1.) I don’t think it was faulty wiring.
2.) Ninjas fight all the time.
3.) During the day Ninjas must fight some place dark.
4.) It is dark underground.
5.) Ninjas can see in the dark.
6.) There were no witnesses.
7.) Ninjas hide in darkness or cover of smoke and are never seen.
8.) Ninjas can start fires with their minds. Think Jedi, but more powerful, more deadly, and without all the moral codes.

After examining these facts you too were probably led to the true logical conclusion: Ninjas started the fire while ruthlessly fighting one another, in a battle royal that our imaginations cannot begin to grasp, for control of Boston.

In the next post I will teach you all about Ninja Poetry, but until then, I will tell you what Boston is like…


Bright Lights, Big City

The weather in Boston is in the 80’s with around 80% humidity. Our apartment has no air conditioning so we leave the windows open thus making it in the 80’s with 80% humidity, which is another way of saying we live in a sauna without having to pay those ridiculous membership fees.

My day starts at 6:30am as I am reminded to buy an arsenal of surface to air missiles and dynamite to end the bird outside my window. This is not an innocent song bird, such as an eagle, but rather the last surviving pterodactyl. The sound can be reproduced by opening your mouth and shrieking as loud as possible. Rinse and repeat. It ate the neighbors minivan with people still in it.

No matter how late I stayed up or whether or not there is an alarm clock set I wake at 7:30am. This is how I know I am growing up. Next I’ll be posting about bad bowels. There never has been and never will be an alarm clock in my life set for 7:30am. If someday my wife has to get up at 7:30am she has a two options…. get a new job or be late everyday. I mean this in the most loving way of course, but seriously.

Next, I go back to sleep. This is how I know I am not grown up. From then until 9:20 am I lay in my bed dozing off and on until the alarm clock goes off. At this point I smash the snooze button and finally get out of bed at 9:40am. Then I spend about 15 or 20 minutes stretching my arms, legs, and back while listening to the radio.

Then I shower (with soap sometimes) and change in to my super hero outfit, which is most accurately described as autistic or “Rain Man the travel agent” because I wear my black fedora, a buttoned up shirt, ironed slacks, and either a pair of Converse or a pair of Pumas. All I am missing is a bow tie.

Then I think about polar bears or dinosaurs, shave, wish I was a ninja, and pack myself a tuna fish sandwich for lunch. Tigers like tuna fish, and if I ever meet one at lunch we can be friends. Then I will sit on a tiger at work and all my customers will be pleasant or else be eaten.

At work I spend the day busting the following myths…
1.) “I want to go some place sunny and warm” is not a valid itinerary. Be specific with your travel agent. Show us you are not wasting our time.
2.) “My friend says it is possible to purchase stand by tickets.” No, this is not possible and your friend is a moron. Still don’t believe me? Go buy your tickets from him.
3.) “My friend says it is cheaper to wait until the last moment.” If this is the case, then make arrangements for your friend to purchase the ticket since it will be ohhh soo cheap. Yes, your friend is still a moron.

While issuing tickets and making flight plans for customers who do not believe their moronic friends, I think about Jamie, being a lumberjack (me being one, not Jamie being one) and doing manly things like chopping down trees while wearing plaid - you can wear plaid if you have carry an axe, write Jamie an e-mail, take care of call backs, take the deposits to the bank, write myself a few e-mails so there are things in my inbox, surf the net, check e-mail, eat my tuna fish sandwich while looking out for tigers who might want the last bite or a rude customer.

Then I go home, hang out in our sauna of an apartment, play video games, watch a movie sometimes (I did not heart huckabees. The movie was watchable once but was not well polished or done quite right - it was lacking something), xanga, and finally go to bed.


Sunday June 12, 2005 23

Quote:
“Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year and spends very little on office supplies.”

-Woody Allen


“My better half is abroad”

I can honestly say that - she has been since June 8th.

Of course the night I am up until 3am doing laundry is the night Jamie calls at 5:39am. I was happier than hell to answer the phone and hear her voice. After we hung up I fell asleep and had a dream where she called me back and we talked longer. Then I woke up from the dream and my brain wouldn’t let me fall asleep in case she did call again.

Grrr - stupid brain. I’ve had 2 1/2 hours of sleep, but she is worth it.

She is having a grand time and it makes me want to go back for another summer. Last summer was the best summer of my life to date. I am going to re-read my Europe blogs (they start on May 26th, 2004). Going back in July will be great, especially since she will be there too.

Someday I will live in France for a year. Spain too.

Oh, and the song “Eurotrash Girl” by Cracker has nothing to do with Jamie. It is just a good song.


The Things We Say

Here are the best quotes from last summer…

“I thought it ended when I lost my queen?”
- Lauren said in disbelief while learning the finer points of playing Chess. Needless to say she lost.

“It never snows because of that one thing.”
- Lauren, champion of the travel quotes, giving a scientific reason as to why it does not snow in London.

“You’re better than new twenties.”
- Mark after I stated I was unduplicated

“It is too cold to dress like a slut.”
-The wonderful Catherine justifying why she didn’t dress for the Rocky Horror Picture Show, which I have still yet to see.

Hugh: “My name is the same as the most famous person in England.”
Fiona: “Madonna!”

“They didn’t have any of the groceries I wanted at the supermarket. So I bought a hat.”
-Jess explaining the logic of women shopping.

“You are probably annoying because I have an erection.”
-I forget who it was directed to or said by.

“I am going to get a big hat like Napoleon´s. I´ll speak in a French accent. Then I´ll get a prosthetic nose and I can be snooty to everyone all at once. And people will say ´don´t mind him, he is French.’”
-Robin, said in a great French accent

“I eat my toast in the shower.”
-An entry in the hostel guest book

“I am going to study Reptilian Interpretive Eroticism.”
-Dan when we were talking about Turtle Strippers in the Madrid rail station.

“Unless you are staff. Do not remove or add programs to this computer. It suffers enough without your ignorance.”
-Warning I posted on the Rambutan´s computer to all the friendly travelers. I had to fix that damn hunk of junk everyday because of stupid people messing it up.

“Jesus H. Christ on a crutch with laser eye beams of death, and don´t forget the Godzilla feet.”
- Core_Bker

“It sucks that you might actually have better looking legs than me”.
- LeAnnM24 on the famous picture of me wearing a skirt.

“Anytime you decided to tell a story about Europe I am going to interrupt and tell a boring story about my summer first. Not to ruin it for you, but the first one is about me getting poison ivy.”
-Reese, while helping me move in.


Wednesday June 8, 2005 33

Quote:
Everyone feels safe, because they know if [the hulk] can’t save us because of divine intervention or something, I’m here.

-Seth


Treas’urt

“To the vicious tree in Boston Commons,

Friday as I sat having a picnic with friends and was preparing to take the first bite of my delicious sandwich *WHAM* you smacked me square in the head with a branch fallen from about 20 feet. Had the branch been a bit bigger my brain would now have photosynthetic capabilities lodged in it.

Though it is funny, I will never perform my “autistic travel agent on a plane” impression underneath your canopy again because I am going to burn you down, you son of a bitch.

Harbinger of your Doom,Man with a bruised head”

If the police showed me the top picture I could yell “It was the one in the middle, Officer!” Though it looks small in the picture, it was about two feet of pain. Only a short distance away from this park is a cemetery.The grave stone above is of the legendary Sam Adams. If they did an autopsy I’m sure they would find a branch lodged in his head, which explains the close proximity of the cemetery to the tree.


Surrey with the Fringe on Top

Anytime you get roughed up by a tree, there is a dire need to appear tough. Bikers have a very tough image, and of all bikers the ones who wear fringe are the toughest because they probably got beat up a lot at first. Thankfully I have recently acquired a fringe motorcycle jacket.

Nothing says tough like a fringe motorcycle jacket, a bottle of Jager Meister, Pumas, and a cigarette (borrowed). Of course what says tough like a bathroom. Next up is a handle bar mustache.


“Me Hulk. Your arms like Jane’s”

When I returned from Dusty’s wedding on the 22nd of May, Gwynn came to visit. We came to Boston on the same flight. At the airport there was a huge guy in line about ten people ahead of us. I said he must be some sort of austrian body lifter, and holy shit if I wasn’t right.

Turns out it was one of the body builders from the movie the Hulk. Not only was he at the OKC airport, but he was on the same flight as we were. Gwynn encouraged me to get his autograph. I walk over to him and ask for his autograph…

Hulk: “What is your name?”
Seth: “Seth.”
Hulk: “How do you spell that?”
Seth: “S-e-t-h”
Awkward moment of silence… then he starts laughing, really hard, and asks…
Hulk: “So, are you a weight lifter?”

Roughly translates as “Stud, Start lifting soon. -me Hulk”


Monday June 6, 2005 35

Quote:
“Strongbad is like Doogie Howser except people care.”

-Me


Candy is a few letters shy of Cyanide

It takes finesse, charm, patience, and damn good timing to win over the ladies legally. This is one such tale. Let’s step back in time to roughly the past…

My mother never kept snacks of any kind in the house. Some say she did it out of love. Others say she did it to avoid dental bills. The DHS said it was legal. One summer afternoon she gave my sister and me the task of cleaning the refrigerator. As we’re cleaning the freezer we come across a coveted stash of chocolate hidden in tinfoil. The plan: eat the chocolate, don’t tell mom.

We unfold the precious cargo from the tinfoil as a voluptuous symphonic sound fills the house and a light breaks down through the clouds and casts itself on to not…


chocolate, noun, “Fermented, roasted, shelled, and ground cacao seeds, often combined with a sweetener or flavoring agent.”

But rather a…


finch, noun, “Any of various relatively small birds of the family Fringillidae, including the goldfinches, sparrows, cardinals, grosbeaks, and canaries, having a short stout bill adapted for cracking seeds.” Also defined, for purposes of this story as, “a frozen dead bird.”

One of our mom’s finches had died during the winter when the ground was too hard to give a proper burial. Therefore she decided to preserve it and hold the services when things warmed up.


And now for the rest of the Story…

Now let us jump ahead 11 years from that story to precisely two weeks ago roughly. I am home for Dusty’s wedding, my mom has picked me up from the airport, and we’ve just picked Jamie up at her house. This is her first time to meet my parents or come over to my house. I forgot to mention she (Jamie, just to avoid any confusion) is looking “sooo good.” We’re riding in the van on the way home…

Seth: “We can play with the kittens at home. One of them died, but if you want I’m sure you can still play with him.” (ladies like kittens and sock monkeys, both of which are in my arsenal along with Colgate Toothpaste Cologne for the mouth.)
Jamie: “What?”
Seth: *I then proceed to tell her the finch story*.
Jamie: “At least you didn’t think it was a chocolate finch.
Seth: *I am glad I left out that part of the story.*

We arrive home. Jamie and I are in the living room hanging out. My mom is by the front door with a keg of coffee in one hand and a sack in the other…

Mom: “You and Jamie should come outside while we have coffee.”
Dad: “Why are you bringing the cat?” (meaning the contents of the bag my mom is holding. The powers of the deep freeze had been utilized as my parents had been too busy to dig a hole and chuck the kitten in. I knew this, but I had set up the dialog in the van to provide maximum comic relief later).
Mom: “So we can bury him.”
Dad: “We can do that later.”
Mom: *Lets go of the bag*.
Frozen Dead Cat still in bag: “THUMP!

A date couldn’t go better even if it was mspainted.


Saturday June 4, 2005 36

Quote:
Me: “That guy looks the Quaker Oats dude.”
Chris
: “The Quaker Oats spokesman is gay in real life.”
Me: “I never would have guessed that. But he does eat oat meal.”
Chris: “I eat oatmeal!” (this was his way of disproving me, but for a brief second my roommate forgot he himself is gay).


Editing

In order to make the world a bit easier I am editing my subscription list. I will still continue my “give me a comment I give you a comment” practice.


Laugh until you pee

I’d never post someone else’s personal stuff unless it was for black mail, or political gain, or because “my name is inigo montoya - you killed my father.” However, if you make an obviously humorous video, and Jautumnie (Jamie and Autumn might as well be conjoined twins) found it on a USB key chain hard drive you dropped in the OSU parking lot, and it ended up here. I can’t help that.

Enjoy the free publicity and bandwidth. Also, they would like to return your key chain. Sof i you know who this kid is and how to get in touch with him, send him this way.

It is 23mb, so be patient. Right click and save if you need to. It is best if watched as a whole and not in slow little chunks.

Humor Fodder (23mb so be patient) (c) Not me, some other guy.