When I went camping for my friend's bachelor party weekend we saw a bear. But I digress...
The story I really want to tell is about all the cool stuff we brought with us camping. We brought a badminton set, wiffle ball bat and ball and a croquet set. While playing croquet we used some of the balls from the croquet set and a wiffle ball to play bocce ball. I won most of the bocce ball games, but I never won in croquet. In fact all that I ended up with after those matches was a second degree sunburn on my shoulders.
We also saw a coyote.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Memoirs of the Naked Guy in July
It's so hot today that by 9:30am I was naked. I would like to be naked before 9:30am, but right now, in my life, there's no real reason to be.
I don't believe there are many circumstances that a person can find themselves in that are quite as uncomfortable as being naked and sweating... Unless you just had poorly timed sex... I guess there are a few scenarios within that circumstance that would be much less hospitable to the ideals of one's comfort.
By 9:40am I could no longer bear to stay in my microwave of a bedroom so, I weighed out the cost of attempting to move to the living room. To make this 8 step journey to the living room (literally 8 steps) it meant I would have to put clothes on, if not just for a few seconds, so that I could close the curtains to my patio door... I don't know if Peeping Tom is gay, but I didn't want to encourage anything...
However, putting clothes on for any increment of time in this temperature sounded about as inviting as sipping on a warm glass or urine but, I really couldn't stay in my room any longer.
Then there was the delema of deciding what I would do once I took up residence in the living room. Since I had only slept for 4.5 hours, sleep seemed appropriate but, I was naked and naked men don't belong on the community couch in my apartment. The floor is too dirty (it's too hot to vacuum). And standing wasn't an option.
Five minutes later, at 9:45am, with beads of sweat welling up in my bellybutton (people with outties don't have to worry about this ever happening), I decided to bite the proverbial bullet and wrap my not-so-proverbial blanket around me, close the curtains, throw the blanket on the couch, turn on the ever expensive A/C and lay on the couch...
It's 11:13am and sweat is causing my laptop to slide across my legs.
I've decided that I owe it to my roommate to at least wear boxers while I'm on the couch even though I am already laying on a blanket.
I had to eventually turn the A/C off due to budget constraints and now, I'm weighing out the cost of moving to the kitchen to climb into the freezer.
I don't believe there are many circumstances that a person can find themselves in that are quite as uncomfortable as being naked and sweating... Unless you just had poorly timed sex... I guess there are a few scenarios within that circumstance that would be much less hospitable to the ideals of one's comfort.
By 9:40am I could no longer bear to stay in my microwave of a bedroom so, I weighed out the cost of attempting to move to the living room. To make this 8 step journey to the living room (literally 8 steps) it meant I would have to put clothes on, if not just for a few seconds, so that I could close the curtains to my patio door... I don't know if Peeping Tom is gay, but I didn't want to encourage anything...
However, putting clothes on for any increment of time in this temperature sounded about as inviting as sipping on a warm glass or urine but, I really couldn't stay in my room any longer.
Then there was the delema of deciding what I would do once I took up residence in the living room. Since I had only slept for 4.5 hours, sleep seemed appropriate but, I was naked and naked men don't belong on the community couch in my apartment. The floor is too dirty (it's too hot to vacuum). And standing wasn't an option.
Five minutes later, at 9:45am, with beads of sweat welling up in my bellybutton (people with outties don't have to worry about this ever happening), I decided to bite the proverbial bullet and wrap my not-so-proverbial blanket around me, close the curtains, throw the blanket on the couch, turn on the ever expensive A/C and lay on the couch...
It's 11:13am and sweat is causing my laptop to slide across my legs.
I've decided that I owe it to my roommate to at least wear boxers while I'm on the couch even though I am already laying on a blanket.
I had to eventually turn the A/C off due to budget constraints and now, I'm weighing out the cost of moving to the kitchen to climb into the freezer.
Monday, July 18, 2005
City of Angels City of Hope
If you can't find the strength to stay where you are for one more day. Why do you stay?
But if at the same time you can't imagine being anywhere else, why would you go?
Where do you live when the streets are owned by races and there's no room for you on your block?
And if you can't afford today, then why worry about tomorrow?
But if tomorrow comes and there's no way to pay, then why didn't you save yesterday?
Where do you go when daydreams are so intoxicating that you're thoughts are poisonous and the bind of reality is suffocating?
If two friends feel lonely, then who's the better friend?
How do you paint when every color hates the other?
But if at the same time you can't imagine being anywhere else, why would you go?
Where do you live when the streets are owned by races and there's no room for you on your block?
And if you can't afford today, then why worry about tomorrow?
But if tomorrow comes and there's no way to pay, then why didn't you save yesterday?
Where do you go when daydreams are so intoxicating that you're thoughts are poisonous and the bind of reality is suffocating?
If two friends feel lonely, then who's the better friend?
How do you paint when every color hates the other?
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Virgil - I've got your keys...
The title is a quote from the movie "Painted Hero" by Terry Benedict. It's a silly movie with an unrelatable plot, but the line, "Virgil - I've got your keys." struck me as very humorous.
It's Saturday, and today, I went to work at 10am.
It's my blog and I should not have to express that the writings within are my opinion, but... (It's my opinion that) no one should be going to work at 10am on a Saturday. Especially if they were at a club until 4am the night before. But anyway, there I was in uniform at work at 10am, just to find out that my particular work space was under construction, so I went home.
Okay, this Saturday was now completely available to me. I could take advantage of it in anyway I'd like. So, I did what any person would do with that kind of valuable free time. I got in my pajamas and ate chocolate cake while watching baseball all afternoon. Then I got the invite to go to the beach with friends, so I wiped the chocolate crusties from the corners of my mouth and went to the beach, where it was overcast and cold. We had pizza, my friends some how got sunburn and then I went to their house to watch "Painted Hero". I fell asleep half way through the movie, woke up, and went home. Once home I perused the internet until I felt lonely and depressed. I went through my daily life evaluation... failed... and then my other friend called me and told me he was coming over. We watched America's Funniest Home Videos and then went to a house party in Miracle Mile. Party was a bust and now I'm home - writing about my liberated Saturday.
Sunday is promising because it's the day after today. I didn't see the end of "Painted Hero" so I don't know if Virgil got his keys back... But Sunday is promising for Virgil too.
It's Saturday, and today, I went to work at 10am.
It's my blog and I should not have to express that the writings within are my opinion, but... (It's my opinion that) no one should be going to work at 10am on a Saturday. Especially if they were at a club until 4am the night before. But anyway, there I was in uniform at work at 10am, just to find out that my particular work space was under construction, so I went home.
Okay, this Saturday was now completely available to me. I could take advantage of it in anyway I'd like. So, I did what any person would do with that kind of valuable free time. I got in my pajamas and ate chocolate cake while watching baseball all afternoon. Then I got the invite to go to the beach with friends, so I wiped the chocolate crusties from the corners of my mouth and went to the beach, where it was overcast and cold. We had pizza, my friends some how got sunburn and then I went to their house to watch "Painted Hero". I fell asleep half way through the movie, woke up, and went home. Once home I perused the internet until I felt lonely and depressed. I went through my daily life evaluation... failed... and then my other friend called me and told me he was coming over. We watched America's Funniest Home Videos and then went to a house party in Miracle Mile. Party was a bust and now I'm home - writing about my liberated Saturday.
Sunday is promising because it's the day after today. I didn't see the end of "Painted Hero" so I don't know if Virgil got his keys back... But Sunday is promising for Virgil too.
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