Friday, February 25, 2005

Personally I think this is really funny: snake road-kill gummy candy! I would buy it, even though I dislike gummy bears (note: except the pineapple flavored ones), dots, and other sugary gumminess. It would also be pretty funny if they started another Adventures of the Gummi Bears series, Road-Kill style. It could be like Wile E. Coyote, except that they get squashed everytime and the theme song, instead of Bouncing here and there and everywhere, could be a whole bunch of sound effects of gummies getting smooshed.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Iguanas Plague Uganda

Friday, February 11, 2005

Congratulations Anthony! He's now the newest Portland Police Bureau cop. :o) In celebration, we're going to Marrakesh tonight, and I'm already hungry just thinking about it.

Monday, February 07, 2005

Sunday, February 06, 2005

You know it's a nice day out when you see a convertible in Sandy, Oregon.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

As Ruthie pointed out, the P1xel movie is soon to be released. Additionally, if you want to hear the audio to P1xel's songs check out the soundtrack to their "cabaret rock" parking garage concert*. It's awesome, and good quality.

*This was one of the freakiest things ever. With everyone jumping and the cement actually bouncing. I thought we were going to crash through to the bottom levels. But it was an excellent, excellent concert. And lightening and thunder around.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Well my friends, it's been a while. Do you ever go through the week and at the end of a particularly interesting/boring/random/regular incident or day think of how you would phrase it in blog terms? I do that frequently, but the problem is that nothing sounds appealing enough. Or I don't have the energy, or time, or internet access to put thoughts into typed script.

Lately [as in the past few months on end] I've been in this mood where everything just seems grey. Not that I'm super unhappy, or depressed, or sad, just unenergized, unpassionate and bored. My to-do list is constantly full, and there's friends I want to see and talk to, and places to go, and creativity to express. But it never seems to happen. I can't seem to make it happen.

So I want to say I'm sorry out there to all who check back regularly to see if this has been reactivated and are disappointed, to those of you who I haven't called, to those of you who I haven't written, to those of you who are in my thoughts but who I haven't spoken to in quite some time. Basically, everyone.

But there's hope for the future. Paul's in Portland [smile], and concerts are coming up that I will attend, and I'll be done with a GIS project that I've been working on endlessly (it seems), and there is much to be proud of. My room will one day be clean, and I'll one day get back into the swing of things time-wise and energy-wise. It will happen.