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Things that make me happy: The Democratic turnout (2:1 in Iowa, Hillary and Barack had a combined 52,825 more votes than McCain and Romney in NH) New Hampshire telling the media "fuck you, we'll vote for who we want to, thanks." Rudy 91ul1ani (thanks, Kos) getting the living shit kicked out of him The rest of the country realizing that Ron Paul is a joke
GREAT election season so far. It's exciting to have an actual race on our hands.
The figures:
With ballots from 12 percent of voting precincts still to be counted, about 453,000 residents had cast votes, breaking the previous primary turnout record of 396,385 ballots cast in 2000.
State officials predicted that when all ballots were counted, the total would surpass 500,000.
Glorious.
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In Madras, Oregon at the moment. 45 minutes from Bend. Moving in two weeks. Trying to figure out what my next job will be (Jen left yesterday, so that's the sign to keep my eyes open).
I'll either be here, LA, North Carolina, or some surprise location.
Going to NY with Nikki for New Year's. Six day weeks suck almost as much as cold bananas.
Death is the release from all pain and complete cessation, beyond which our suffering will not extend. It will return us to that condition of tranquility, which we had enjoyed before we were born. Should anyone mourn the deceased, then he must also mourn the unborn. Death is neither good nor evil, for good or evil can only be something that actually exists. However, whatever is of itself nothing and which transforms everything else into nothing will not all be able to put us at the mercy of Fate.
I <3 Body Worlds
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This season of Lost has been as compelling as season 5 of Angel. I'm fucking blown away. I've never seen such depth of detail and character in serialized storytelling. If you haven't watched it yet, and you're a mystery fan...watch. The post hiatus season 3 episodes have been the best batch of consecutive television I've ever seen, I'd have to say.
Just fucking perfect.
Here's to you know who. Perfectly handled, perfectly realized. You became a true hero tonight. Kudos.
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Wednesday night Nikki and I were supposed to bum around and cook dinner. We went to Safeway, I bought some chips and salsa, bumped into Lisa Macaya, and went to head back home. Her phone rang, and she said our friend Emelia was having some car issues and needed a ride. We showed up at Hollywood Bowl, and I ran into one of our accountants driving around outside. She said she was trying to find Trader Joe's (which is really just 10 blocks down Sandy, really), and I bought it. We walked in, and there were maybe...25 people there. Eden had baked me a cake. Jace managed to show up, my friend David had driven down from Olympia when he had to be back for work at 8 AM. Apparently Nikki had been planning it for over a week. Getting the crew together, inviting some people on MySpace, etc.
I've never had a successful surprise party thrown for me, but it's a pretty incredible thing. I was totally speechless. Having 20+ people singing to you at a bowling alley is something I encourage you to experience. I did manage to inadvertently insult one of the black bowling alley 'regs,' but that's more of a 'you had to be there. And drunk' kind of moment.
Big thanks to Jace for coming out on a school night to bowl with a bunch of people he didn't know. The actual day was perfect, with an office party followed by dinner at the City Grill. I fucking adore that place.
The best thing I got was feeling like I belong somewhere. Knowing that I'm where I'm supposed to be. Anyone who says this business is shallow can get bent. It's anything but.
Best birthday ever.
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I want to take a nap. Apparently Kim is home, but I've seen no evidence of this.
Everyone come to Vegas. That's...pretty much all I've got.
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A Japanese company (Toyota) and an American company (General Motors) decided to have a canoe race on the Missouri River. Both teams practiced long and hard to reach their peak performance before the race. On the big day, the Japanese won by a mile. The Americans, very discouraged and depressed, decided to investigate the reason for the crushing defeat.
A management team made up of senior management was formed to investigate and recommend appropriate action. Their conclusion was the Japanese had 8 people rowing and 1 person steering, while the American team had 8 people steering and 1 person rowing. Feeling a deeper study was in order; American management hired a consulting company and paid them a large amount of money for a second opinion. They advised, of course, that too many people were steering the boat, while not enough people were rowing.
Not sure of how to utilize that information, but wanting to prevent another loss to the Japanese, the rowing team's management structure was totally reorganized to 4 steering supervisors, 3 area steering superintendents and 1 assistant superintendent steering manager.
They also implemented a new performance system that would give the 1 person rowing the boat greater incentive to work harder. It was called the "Rowing Team Quality First Program", with meetings, dinners and free pens for the Rower.
There was discussion of getting new paddles, canoes and other equipment, extra vacation days for practices and bonuses. The next year the Japanese won by two miles. Humiliated, the American management laid off the rower for poor performance, halted development of a new canoe, sold the paddles, and canceled all capital investments for new equipment. The money saved was distributed to the Senior Executives as bonuses and the next year's racing team was out-sourced to India.
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Pitchers (12): 43 Batista, Miguel RHP 34 Hernandez, Felix RHP 40 Mateo, Julio RHP 35 Morrow, Brandon RHP 20 Putz, J.J. RHP 26 Ramirez, Horacio LHP 33 Reitsma, Chris RHP 53 Rhodes, Arthur LHP 52 Sherrill, George LHP 56 Washburn, Jarrod LHP 36 Weaver, Jeff RHP 46 White, Sean RHP 62 Jimenez, Cesar-DL LHP 57 Lowe, Mark-DL RHP Catchers (2): 15 Burke, Jamie C 2 Johjima, Kenji C
Infielders (7): 29 Beltre, Adrian INF 5 Betancourt, Yuniesky INF 16 Bloomquist, Willie INF 23 Broussard, Ben INF 4 Lopez, Jose INF 44 Sexson, Richie INF 3 Vidro, Jose INF
Outfielders (4): 6 Guillen, José OF 28 Ibañez, Raul OF 51 Suzuki, Ichiro OF -- Ellison, Jason OF
I believe in the Church of Baseball. I've tried all the major religions, and most of the minor ones. I've worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic rosary and there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I heard that, I gave Jesus a chance. But it just didn't work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me. I prefer metaphysics to theology. You see, there's no guilt in baseball, and it's never boring... which makes it like sex. There's never been a ballplayer slept with me who didn't have the best year of his career. Making love is like hitting a baseball: you just gotta relax and concentrate. Besides, I'd never sleep with a player hitting under .250... not unless he had a lot of RBIs and was a great glove man up the middle. You see, there's a certain amount of life wisdom I give these boys. I can expand their minds. Sometimes when I've got a ballplayer alone, I'll just read Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman to him, and the guys are so sweet, they always stay and listen. 'Course, a guy'll listen to anything if he thinks it's foreplay. I make them feel confident, and they make me feel safe, and pretty. 'Course, what I give them lasts a lifetime; what they give me lasts 142 games. Sometimes it seems like a bad trade. But bad trades are part of baseball - now who can forget Frank Robinson for Milt Pappas, for God's sake? It's a long season and you gotta trust. I've tried 'em all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball.
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Contact Information change Contact Name Day Phone Destination Phone WILSON PEERY (360) 608-5903 Itinerary and Fare Information
1:19 PM 21 Apr 2007 Portland, OR
3:25 PM 21 Apr 2007 Las Vegas, NV
11:53 PM 22 Apr 2007 Las Vegas, NV
2:09 AM Arrives Next Day 23 Apr 2007 Portland, OR
Travel Time: 2 h 16 m America West Airlines Flight operated by America West Airlines Arrives Next Day Flight arrives next day Summary (1 Passenger) Base Fare $226.00
New car and a Vegas birthday retreat in the same month. Pretty sure I'm done spending forever.
1 month til Mehgan / gambling time, though!
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I am the smoothie master.
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Baseball is back. Finally. Follow this link to see what I mean. Go down to May 19 and watch "Ichiro's laser to home plate."
Also, it explains why I'm naming the new car "Kenji."
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I'm signing the credit application on my new car tomorrow. *crosses fingers*
Anyone want to lend me some cash?
And NO, Caren, this does not count as us hanging out.
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Went out with Jace and Jon tonight. It's fucking nice to have you back, Maxwell, even especially if it means cracking a few skulls.
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Tonight I use the manly power of Golden Globe prognostication to win the Oscar nomination pool. Ryan Gosling is my wild card. LET'S GO, BITCHES!
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Update: *seppuku*
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 Official prediction: Seahawks 612, Cowboys 6
Update: Best game I've ever seen live. Ever.
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Some philosophies fuel a belief in the self, constructed to keep one's goods on one's own shelf. Built well you're a strong letter I, with the feet on the ground and the head to the sky. Now and then you can bend, it's okay to lean over my way. You fear that you can't do it all, and you're right. Even diligent day takes relief every day from its work making light from the night.
And when you're holding me we make a pair of parentheses. There's plenty space to encase whatever weird way my mind goes, I know I’ll be safe in these arms.
If something in the deli aisle makes you cry you know I’ll put my arm around you and I’ll walk you outside, through the sliding doors, why would I mind?
You're not a baby if you feel the world. All of the babies can feel the world. That's why they cry.
Here's some funny news:
Sunday, January 28th...CBS is finally showing "The Valley of Light." We're going to have a party to watch all our hard work turned to shit on national television.
Things are what they should be, finally.
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Seattle Seahawks vs. Dallas Cowboys NFC Wild Card Playoff Game Qwest Field Seattle, WA Sat, Jan 6, 2007 05:00 PM 2 Full Price Adult 340 C 11 - 12 PRICE LEVEL 2 300 LEVEL SEATING (3RD OF 3 LEVELS) SEAHAWKS' SIDE OF THE STADIUM SEAT WITH BACK AND ARMREST FULL VIEW SEATING ALCOHOL IS ALLOWED IN THIS SECTION Here we go again! Bill came through with the tickets.
Christmas hasn't stopped.
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One thing about the Pacific Ocean at 3 AM on a Saturday morning in December is that it's cold. Like, Fuck You cold. My feet have barely recovered. Still hashing out New Year's plans. I'll probably end up somewhere at the last minute. Seattle's still an option. Nik and I knocked out the coastline kick we were on last night. Keller, I'm looking in your direction, I think.
( Cold! )
Things on the ex front are progressing exactly as expected, only with worse spelling. Ha. I kind pity that whole group.
As for now: sleep. There's sand in my hair and numb on my toes and I have plenty left to write today. The Humbugs calls.
Quick side note: if I haven't answered or returned your calls / texts it's because we were drunk / stoned and I stepped right on my phone and broke the screen. The new one's here now, but I'm still getting it all synced up. Sorry.
Pull your hat down, baby, pull the wool down over your eyes, Keep a-talking, baby, 'til you run right out of alibis. Someday you'll account for all the deeds that you done. Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
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I was outside on my porch smoking and there was a party going on across the courtyard. Some girl stepped out, yelled "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" and waved. So, I pass that on to all of you.
Boys! The secret about girls is they want you to like them
Update: The guy with orange hair in the building across the courtyard has a marshmallow gun. He's asking everyone walking by if he can pelt them with marshmallows. I kinda love this place.
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Nikki just called. She's going to meet me at the stage door so I can watch the Nutcracker from the wings. I have to dress like a ninja. Fucking cool. I also have to finish my shopping. That's going to be a nightmare. Anyone else going to Best Buy around 3? We can face hell together!
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