Sunday, July 30, 2006
The block party had a killer line up this year. I had to work Saturday, but I still caught The Black Angels, Common Market, and the !!!Murder City Devils!!! during the evening. All three groups totally rocked, but seeing the Devils reunited for the first show in 5 years was so rad. There was a lot of local hype about the show...with one newspaper interview stating that the band was only going to have one practice session before playing so they could avoid pissing each other off and possibly canceling. They sounded a bit raw at the beginning of the set, but after a few songs they really pulled it together. I guess I must've been screaming a bit 'cause I lost my voice...thanks to all my partners in crime for an awesome night!
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Pass the Pepto
Eating cajun food good. Day after cajun food bad.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Best Crank Call Ever
Driving home from work the other day, I noticed I had a message on my cell phone. It was from an anonymous number so I figured it was some agency trying to recruit PT's with promises of big money (I get at least a few of these a week). But, instead I had the best crank call messages ever! It sounded like some teenage boy trying to fake an old man's voice. He stated he was my "Uncle Ralph" and he was calling to wish me a happy birthday. The rest of the message gets a little explicit, but I have to say it is absolutely hilarious, and kudos to the kid who was able to keep it together without bursting out laughing. It truly made my day as sad as that may sound. I wish there was some way to get the message off my phone so I could post it online!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Dropping Poop On a Train
When the tide is right and the weather decent, the doggies get to go to the Everett doggie beach for a little running, playing, and swimming. On the fourth of July Gus and I headed down to this beach to watch the fireworks (sans doggies). As we were crossing the railroad tracks on a fenced in bridge, there was a group of 4-5 pre-pubescent boys having the time of their lives laughing so hard it looked like they might lose bowel and bladder control. We walked up closer and couldn't help but burst out laughing ourselves. They somehow had a bunch of the bags that dog owners pick up their poop with, and the bags were well filled. They were then squeezing the poop bags through the fence (which took a little effort and squishing), and trying to get it to land on the train passing underneath. They got a few bags to land and this sent them into squeals of glee, followed by the need to do it all over again. And San Francisco thought they had good ideas for what to do with dog poop with their program to turn it into fuel...