This illustrates perfectly how I felt the whole time.
The family portrait.
And another one.
Dr. Mark Siano
Nurse Jeffrey Schell
Thay on, Thayer.
He really is The Best, folks. TTFN!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Today is Wednesday everyone, and you know what that means!
Oh wait, you don't because I haven't told you yet. From here on out, Wednesday will be the day that I write the newest weekly entry on this here infernal machine. I have received a lot of constructive criticism regarding my somewhat infrequent posting habits, and to those people I usually respond, "I got nothing to write."
Yes, my grammar is atrocious. But seriously, I've always been hesitant to blog about nothing, lest my loyal readership begin to think less of me, but I've decided to put those fears in the past and start anew. So from here on out, no matter how interesting it is or isn't, I'll be posting every Wednesday about the events of the preceding week, taking a cue from one of my favorite columns in The Stranger, Last Days.
So enough chit chat already, you've been warned, let's get on with it.
Today is Wednesday everyone, and you know what that means! Time for the week in review. This is what happened in my world in the last 7 days. Also, we're back to the Editorial We, starting with this sentence.
Wednesday January 16th- Today we woke up with a severe Las Vegas hangover and went through all the photos that were taken over the 3 days we spent in Sin City with 4 other members of the formerly mildly funny comedy group known as The Habit. Here is a sample.
Wow.
THURSDAY JANUARY 17th - This day gets the all caps treatment and bolded because it happened to be our 31st birthday. Upon waking, we treated ourselves to some coffee and pastries at our local coffee shop, before walking back home and joining our good friend Guacamoatmeal (pictured above) for a lovely morning of simulated violence. Next was lunch, where we dined with our good friend and neighbor Crystal at the famed Los Angeles mexican eatery, El Compadre. We had a burrito and a Cadillac Margarita, the perfect birthday lunch. Afterwards, we casually strolled up Sunset Blvd. to a nearby store and purchased our birthday gift to ourselves, a brand new electric guitar. We're not going to lie to you, we're horrible at it, but we've got lessons in our near future and pretty soon with any luck we'll just be pretty bad.
Friday January 18th brought our return to the working world. Yay. Not much else to report, played guitar during the day, worked at night. Ta daa.
Saturday January 19 - On this day we took the opportunity to check out the park across the street from our new house in West Hollywood, and more specifically, the basketball court. It's a nice enough setting, with a good surface, glass backboards, cloth nets, and palm trees to either side. The level of play was somewhat uneven and we happened to be on a team with someone who was absolutely convinced that he was Michael Jordan reincarnated, despite the fact that, last time we checked, Mr. Jordan was not deceased. At night, we worked.
Sunday January 20th - This day brought yet even more basketball playing, with a much cooler crowd, and the a pair of NFL Conference Championship games. We watched The Patriots beat the Chargers and won 10 bucks from our roommate Ed when San Diego covered the spread, and then watched a fantastic game between The New York Giants and The Green Bay Packers. We were rooting for our boy Brett Favre, but he lost the thing in overtime and the rest is history.
Monday Janua
OK. Enough. This is my life I'm writing about and even I'm not interested. You see everyone, this is why I don't write more, because I can't imagine anyone I know wanting to read about me watching football. In fact, I would normally just not post this, but I want you all to see that I've been trying here.
Maybe I'll get through the whole week next Wednesday. See you then.
Oh wait, you don't because I haven't told you yet. From here on out, Wednesday will be the day that I write the newest weekly entry on this here infernal machine. I have received a lot of constructive criticism regarding my somewhat infrequent posting habits, and to those people I usually respond, "I got nothing to write."
Yes, my grammar is atrocious. But seriously, I've always been hesitant to blog about nothing, lest my loyal readership begin to think less of me, but I've decided to put those fears in the past and start anew. So from here on out, no matter how interesting it is or isn't, I'll be posting every Wednesday about the events of the preceding week, taking a cue from one of my favorite columns in The Stranger, Last Days.
So enough chit chat already, you've been warned, let's get on with it.
Today is Wednesday everyone, and you know what that means! Time for the week in review. This is what happened in my world in the last 7 days. Also, we're back to the Editorial We, starting with this sentence.
Wednesday January 16th- Today we woke up with a severe Las Vegas hangover and went through all the photos that were taken over the 3 days we spent in Sin City with 4 other members of the formerly mildly funny comedy group known as The Habit. Here is a sample.
Wow.
THURSDAY JANUARY 17th - This day gets the all caps treatment and bolded because it happened to be our 31st birthday. Upon waking, we treated ourselves to some coffee and pastries at our local coffee shop, before walking back home and joining our good friend Guacamoatmeal (pictured above) for a lovely morning of simulated violence. Next was lunch, where we dined with our good friend and neighbor Crystal at the famed Los Angeles mexican eatery, El Compadre. We had a burrito and a Cadillac Margarita, the perfect birthday lunch. Afterwards, we casually strolled up Sunset Blvd. to a nearby store and purchased our birthday gift to ourselves, a brand new electric guitar. We're not going to lie to you, we're horrible at it, but we've got lessons in our near future and pretty soon with any luck we'll just be pretty bad.
Friday January 18th brought our return to the working world. Yay. Not much else to report, played guitar during the day, worked at night. Ta daa.
Saturday January 19 - On this day we took the opportunity to check out the park across the street from our new house in West Hollywood, and more specifically, the basketball court. It's a nice enough setting, with a good surface, glass backboards, cloth nets, and palm trees to either side. The level of play was somewhat uneven and we happened to be on a team with someone who was absolutely convinced that he was Michael Jordan reincarnated, despite the fact that, last time we checked, Mr. Jordan was not deceased. At night, we worked.
Sunday January 20th - This day brought yet even more basketball playing, with a much cooler crowd, and the a pair of NFL Conference Championship games. We watched The Patriots beat the Chargers and won 10 bucks from our roommate Ed when San Diego covered the spread, and then watched a fantastic game between The New York Giants and The Green Bay Packers. We were rooting for our boy Brett Favre, but he lost the thing in overtime and the rest is history.
Monday Janua
OK. Enough. This is my life I'm writing about and even I'm not interested. You see everyone, this is why I don't write more, because I can't imagine anyone I know wanting to read about me watching football. In fact, I would normally just not post this, but I want you all to see that I've been trying here.
Maybe I'll get through the whole week next Wednesday. See you then.
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