tough. or something.


From my cousin's wedding last weekend.


heat wave.

heat wave

Ummmmm, I like to think I can be tough. I certainly feel like I'm better prepared to take on the heat today than I was yesterday (yesterday we broke the century mark as well). But this is just ridiculous. It's 88F in my apartment. It was 85F at 11:00PM last night. And the above screen shot was captured at 3:30 this afternoon. There are two days left in this heat wave as well.

Trying to enter zen water mode... I can't even imagine how the elderly without AC are coping.


summer things.


  1. When I got back to the States I went to an establishment that serves delicious Rogue Brewery beer. This was my order, "I'd like a beer with so many hops they'll punch me in the face. Thank you." I got my wish. And things have remained much the same.
  2. Am currently experience weird heat-induced dreams. I won't bore you with the dreams. But let me just add that last night I actually punched someone and connected. Usually when I punch someone in dreams it results in lame, little glancing blows that don't do anything. Last night, however, was a different story. Perhaps I should question why I'm punching people in dreams rather than worrying about whether or not I'm doing it well?
  3. Kickball. Outside. Brilliant. The only downside I can see is a No Adult Beverages rule where we're currently playing. On Sunday we were short a few people, so I played outfield with one other person. There was a lot of sprinting. I'm a little ashamed to say that I'm sore.
  4. Was kicked out of the office. No complaints though. Am now officially a remote employee. Wait. Only one complaint that is offset by every other positive thing.... I don't have air conditioning like they do in the office. It's a good thing I'm tough. And I have survival skills from my desert youth.
  5. It wouldn't be summer without weddings. I'm off to the north this weekend for just such an event. Should be a good time. Oh, and yesterday I got the official day for friend M's wedding in Germany. It's in the spring. Must start scheming and watching the price of flights. Europe in April is lovely and delightfully free of tourists.


driving gloves

First, I've made contact with Matt-O. A bear did not eat him. An elk did not gore him with a giant antler. An eagle, however, thought about swooping him off somewhere to poke his eyes out. But rest assured, he is safe and sound, still handing out JR. Ranger certificates and taking slow hikers around to look at wildflowers.

Next up on the docket, driving gloves! I may have mentioned before that my apartment complex is much like the Golden Girls tv show. Except it's not Miami. And the place isn't as nice, nor as entertaining. So I guess that just leaves me with old people. I think I discovered an appropriate Stan last night. There is a little sporty car (I swear it's nothing more than a Honda Prelude) that parks a little bit down from where I park. Though the car is parked under the protection of covered parking, it always wears a cloth car cover. I only recently found out what color it was (a weird light purple-blue). Anyway, last night I was heading out after work to help some friends when said car and owner stopped to ask me a question...

"Excuse me, was it you who left...."

I could hardly concentrate on making it to the end of the question because all I could see were driving gloves and Poncherello sun-glasses. Driving. Gloves. Driving gloves and Poncherello sun-glasses. Quite serious driving gloves. Stan driving gloves.

Snapping out of my driving glove fog, I politely answered in the negative to his question, smiled, then got into my car (easy to do as it's not protected with a cloth car cover) and left. One thing is clear from this moment last night: I need to find an appropriate Sophia in the complex so we can say snarky things about Stan and tell stories that begin with, "Picture it! Scicily, 1942."


green porno educational video: bees

Must. Watch. Video. Starring the wonderful Isabella Rossellini.