26 November 2008
16 November 2008
The cat and I wish everyone good night.
14 November 2008
A little later in the day, I got to walk around to
pick up pizzas for my new job - Delivery Boy
Ms. Pac-Man Tabletops
The gym that I go to...is in that skybridge
My apartment's up there on the right near the top
(Not in the Darth Vader Tower)
My view and a Paper Moon hangin' over a cardboard city
This is boring, let's go walk around LoDo
In honor of the Mad Scientist's Halloween costume,
The Che Factory - Crankin' out 1000 Revolucions per minute
YAY!!! Christmas is coming!!!
Well, thanks for stopping by. Hope you enjoyed it. Here's my real blog.
The Electronics lab:
I have no idea what this crap is. And, yes, it is right-side-up:
Some one did not realize that yes, the windows do indeed open:
Outside the Physics building:
Just a lamp and a tree. I thought it was like fireworks on Valium:
Thant's all for my day folks!
woke up at 6AM. early. too early. particularly having worked until midnight the night before. too lazy to really do my hair. thank god for hot rollers.
sun rises are pretty. not pretty enough to make 7AM an everyday thing for me. but still. pretty.
at work, leading like a leader. and can i just say: our keyboards? ewww.
around noon. home again, home again, jiggity jig. this lives behind my apartment building. we don't take kindly to folk who don't part correctly around here.
i was having one of those "don't really want to be around people" kind of days, so K-filly and i went for a little drive.
we stopped by The Best Little Phone Booth in Utah. it's pretty amazing. around 300 south and 300 east, near The Bakery.
our drive took us out by the Great Salt Lake, near Saltair. it's pretty brilliant. there's a place with an old building and train car covered in graffiti, and pieces of old waterslides. garbage and broken glass everywhere. it's like a post-apocalyptic wonderland.
a refrigerator full of condiments and no food. how embarrassing.
this chair sits are the edge of the lake. it is full of bullet holes and broken glass.
sea shells? no, something better. and more violent.
some of the wonderful graffiti we found. it makes me think of ingrid michaelson's song breakable: "we are just breakable girls and boys." but, you know, creepier.
pie is 3.14159265358979323846…
"i think this belongs to you," she said. "it's your treasure."
continuing on our drive. somewhere near tooele, utah. i think someone shot the "no hunting" sign.
after we got home we made some ramen with eggs, and then K-filly's buddy B called from New Orleans. she was a happy, happy girl. see the smile? happy.