August 29, 2005

Nice JetPack, dude.

Does anyone remember this show, Ark 2? It was about a group of do-gooders cruising around post-apocalyptic earth in a souped-up RV trying to kick-start the return of the human race? Get it? Ark 2? Get it?. Maybe it was produced by some weird religious group. I remember the blonde hippie guy was Jonah and the helper chimp's name was Adam. Duh. It ran on Saturday mornings, but I honestly don't remember that much about it. Either it was somewhat entertaining or ran right before something really good, because I remember the theme song and a few details here and there.

Anyway, I was cleaning off an old harddrive and I found this photo so I thought I would share.

August 25, 2005

Survey says....

Litchi Martini. Yeah. Head hurts. Ow.

August 15, 2005

Ring Ring

So I'll be looking for a new cell phone today. It should be compact, color display, bluetooth enabled, preferably the kind that flips open, maybe it could have a camera, sturdy and, oh yeah, waterproof.

Over the weekend with Shirley out in Amagansett, I managed to run into the ocean with my cell phone in my pocket. Salt water. Yeah. I remembered to take my keys out of my pocket, for crissakes. Keys! Who cares if they get wet? I remembered the keys but I forgot about my cell. The realization slowly took shape as we came back from the water and sat back down on the towel. Oh wait, where's my.. ? Did I just...? Oh shit. Indeed. What a stupid thing to do. And for a minute I thought, well, I didn't really go in the water, just sort of stood at the edge while the waves came in. Sure some of the waves came up to my waist at times, but it wasn't like I was swimming around... submerged. I peered expectantly into the display screen, but all I saw was my own reflection and I didn't look hopeful.

Shirley looked over my shoulder.

"Try the power button."

I pushed down on the keypad and we could hear the grit and sand grinding under the keys.

"Ew."

Who was I kidding? The phone was deep within the pocket of my shorts - always in close proximity to the water- and when a wave came in, I'm sure it just steeped for awhile in the briny, sandy water that collected in my pocket.

I have always been pretty good to my electronic devices. Sure, I drowned a PDA in root beer once, but that wasn't my fault. The can was mysteriously punctured somehow and apparently Timbuk2 messenger bags are just as proficient at keeping root beer in and they are from keeping water out. Nevertheless, my record should speak for itself. Yes, I just hosed my phone and effectively shut down my only means of communication, but it wasn't the norm. I was having a really good time with Shirley - enjoying the beach and the water and that's all that really mattered. We would laugh about this later. Actually, Shirley already was.

August 05, 2005

F is for 'Fetid'

Based on my ride home yesterday on the F train I now have first hand experience and a functional working definition of the word 'stifling'. As in: "the un-airconditioned subway car that I was riding in all the way from Broadway/Lafayette to Bergen St was truly stifling" and, "God help me if I spend one more minute in this stifling subway car I am going to pass out".

I also got a little more intimate with someone's big old sweaty arm pit than I was really comfortable with.