The Skateboard Film Festival was a few weeks ago. I only caught opening night, but I’m sure the next day was just as awesome. One of the coolest things that did was a Final Cut Pro Battle. THIS is the winning entry and I think they made the right decision. Good skating, better editing.
Why do I only get blisters at the bases of my middle, ring and pinky fingers? I feel like my index finger is doing just as much work, why does he get away with looking so pampered?
BTW, Ashlinn is back and I’m still alive. Bachelor Week boiled down to me lugging home more lumber on foot. My dad keeps telling me to buy a car, but I keep telling him the buy list is organized like this:
Speaking of dogs, check out this gentleman. Ashlinn and I visited him at the shelter and if nobody claims him by Tuesday, I may be building a dog bed. He seems quite polite, but a little too vocal. I would be too in the same situation.
On the topic of being fenced in with no way to get home, I must recommend District 9. Neill Blomkamp did a great job of creating characters that react very realistically in their environment.
Funny People was also really good too, but you’ll have to check Ashlinn’s blog for a proper review.
I don’t know what the other half of this sticker said, but I bet it was hilarious.
Remember how I promised to post the laugh enducing Google Streetview?
Here ya go. Crack problem at the Ballard Commons park gets serious.
My day 5 post got lost in some Internet bullshit. I wonder if in the future we will look at our Internet the same way we look at the street layout of Boston.
Anyways, here’s some Maine jokes.
11:30 Banana Break
Sucked at frisbee.
Stole some tacos.
Convinced my bosses to throw away a lot of stuff we will never use, ever.
A girl returned an apple box late but made up for it by giving me candy bars. SO Workshops.
Thought of the worst idea for a movie ever, time travelling slave.
Built shelf under the bed.
Clapped fruit flies until my palms blistered.
Ate stolen tacos and got more drunk than I intended. This is going to make the rest of the evening more challenging.
Confirmed: moving a queen sized mattress by yourself while drunk is tough.
This is one hell of a Tuesday night.
New York was nice because you could be drunk anywhere, anytime and the subway would get you where you wanted to go and wouldn’t judge you. The Subway here just asks me what kind of bread I want.
Wait, is it queen size mattress or queen sized mattress?
Just about time for back to back Seinfeld. Goodnight folks, wish me luck waking up in the morning!
11:30 Banana break.
Laughed and laughed and laughed at a Google Streetview photo. I’ll share it tomorrow, I promise.
Two words: Cord management.
Got goosebumps over this quote: “An engineer’s work is better if he has memories of his own blood smeared on his tools.” Jamie Hyneman in this months Popular Mechanics.
Thought going for a run was a good idea.
Decided going to bed early was a better idea.
Realized playing video games until 2 am was the best idea.
Here’s an update.
Scratched my crotch in front of a woman exiting church.
Read a Time article about Obama’s golf game.
Got into a heated discussion in Goodwill with a child about the importance of using coasters.
Almost bought a file cabinet, not for files but for my pants.
Reassured myself that pizza and soda is the best combination of any two things.
Pined over this, bought this and this instead.
Discovered 16 oz. Izze bottles!
Paid for, then lost a package of tortillas.
Now it’s time to sleep.
Ashlinn is in LA for the week. In the past 24 hours I broke the washing machine, burned my pants with the iron, barfed up a banana and half a mango, forgot to eat lunch and dinner, filled the apartment with lumber, accidentally watched two hours of CSI: Miami and gave myself a fat lip while chasing a very angry moth.
Only 144 hours until she returns.
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