Big Fish, Bigger Pond

It all started, as most adventures do, with being bored. So Tristan and I set off to make some excitment. After some mediocre adventures and indescriminantly making fun of as many people as possible, we ended up at the College Store looking at posters. Unfortunately, most of the good ones were sold out, but we did end up with a couple to enhance our decor. First a poster consisting of brilliant quotes on drinking (every one of which belongs in your favorite quotes section, Alden.) The second was a random poster that was in a clearance bin that we had no idea what was until we got home and unwrapped it. Turns out it was pretty damn amusing:

On excursion number two, we were cruising under an overpass when lo and behold a majestic sight loomed into view. Someone had stuck up a poster for the dvd release of Poseidon. I began to have inklings and I began to have twinklings. Yes, since it was only moderatly covered in hobo urine, we decided it would be more comfortable gracing the walls of our edifice. So now we have a six foot tall poster of a huge wave about to crash down over a ship on our ceiling. It’s very turgid.

Me looking like it was fucking hot.

Goddamn. How much better does it get?

Photos courtesy of Rheanna.

Ahhh….work. I started work today doing the same old carpentry stuff. Kinda depressing cause it seems like I’m in the exact same place doing the exact same thing as last year. But I’m realizing some things and I’m planning and I’m scheming. And my boss is adopting another kid from Etheopia and is going to be gone for two months around December. So I’m going to get a two month vacation, which fits in quite nicely with my evil schemes.

Oh, man. I got some Carhartts. I feel like a bum. Like I should be making sweet love to colossal ships or something.

Well, I’m back in Bellingham.

The summer was filled with lots of interesting adventures from beirut domination to burning guitars to midnight dock jumping and way beyond anything I’d post publicly on this blog…

We’re heading up to Bumbershoot today and I’m starting work here in a week or so.

Just proving that ye blog isn’t dead.

Until something interesting happens,

Pablo

^^ *Cough* Yeah…. Had to be there.

Up……date……

Ye olde rocke. Lesseee….the play and graduation was a few days ago. Somehow, despite my best efforts of avoiding all responsibility, I got duped into being the sound man. And starring as a gorilla. Besides jumping around in a hot gorilla suit, though, not all that much has been up. The age old futile quest for some wind to go sailing, going with a bunch of people to the beach where the excitement was betting on when the moon would come over point disney, wandering around with my guitar searching for my muse (or something…) but just finding an ass load of mosquitos. You know the drill.

I should be starting work any day now and I just ordered my new guitar. MUAHAHAHAH!!

And today I got my first email since May 17. How sweet is that?

Actually I figured I’d update so I could have an even larger gap between my last post and Alden’s. Just so I can bitch him out even more righteously.

Right, what has been up with my exciting existence in El Jamon. Hmm, some creepy stalker that can’t drive hunted me down via Facebook. So not only does Facebook steal your soul, it assists others in their soul stealing endeavours. Luckily I’ve carefully covered my tracks by creating an entirely ficticious profile. You know, with a major like “Cellular Biology and Histology” and a minor in something completley different like “Information Systems and Managment.” And interests like “Hating Mark Zukerberg” (ok, that one’s real), “Sponge Bob” and “Keeping My Chonson.” But enough of Facebook. See? It’s already beginning its fatal consumption of my soul.

That feindish brother of mine was good enough to bring back another strain of the malignant death virus Vomitius Quietus. So I’m hoping my immune system is raging. It would suck to die right when I’m finishing up work and emptying the house of my wealth of crap. Actually, it’s kinda funny. All I’m bring to Waldron is my guitars and related paraphernalia and a bag of clothes. Just the necessities…

Ah, Journey just came up on my iTunes (I’ll have to remember to bitch about iTunes sometime). Good stuff. The only thing better than good 80s pop is bad 80s pop. Wait…80s metal? With their long-ass hair n’ shit? Ronald Reagen? Donkey Kong? Mullets? Ok, screw the 80s…

I done shaved. It’s totally badass now. All I’m gonna say is that I look like the Vulture Captain in Starcraft. You know, the dude who says, “All right! Bring it on!” Except it’s more like, “Aoww right! Breengeet ooawwn!” C’mon, you know who I’m talking about. And if you don’t, shame on you. Unless you’re just pretending that you didn’t spend unknowable eternities batteling the Zerg like the rest of us. In which case, I don’t blame you.

At work yesterday I almost electrocuted myself. I was using the sawzall to cut out a piece of rotton rim joist when Jim (my employer and fellow jobsite madman) came running through the door yelling something or other. It turned out I was cutting through the one inch and a half section along the entire side of the house where there was a wire (we had rerouted all the wiring long ago but had looped a piece over a nail tacked right there). What’s more, even though I was using a GFI exctension cord earlier because it was raining, I had just switched back for some other reason. However, it turns out that the outlets in the basement (the wire I cut and where I was plugged in) were on the same circuit as the outlets in the kithen, where there was a GFI that tripped. Also, I cut through everyting but the hot wire. Still, it was one of those Holy Fucking Sweet Mother Of God! moments. And then today I was framing up a wall, working away (dumm dee dummm…). I was using the nail gun to put it up, when all of a sudden something hit me in the knee. Apparently (it was way too fast to see) the nail bounced off the concrete floor and gave my knee a little love tap before continuing on it’s tragectory bouncing around the basement. Holy crap! Eye pro? Check… That reminds me, I almost ate my hand with the chop saw a couple days ago. God, I’m too young for this shit.

Or, “Yeshe Plays With His Asshole Glasses.”

I was going to head over to Boulevard Park with my guitar and a delicious sandwich. I had everything all packed up and it started raining. That’s the good old PNW for you.
Tristan came through briefly and will crash here again this evening. Crazy kid…that’s all I have to say.

Besides that, I’ve just been working away. This job has been kind of annoying actually. I keep getting stuck with these little, annoying, unsatisfying tasks. We’re about to actually start the main piece of the project, so hopefully it will be more interesting. Anyhow, it’s only a week or two until I hit the beaches on Waldron. That should be interesting, to say the least.

Ok, I gotta get out of here, Charles is lurking around working on stuff and talking to himself and it’s creeping me out.

I spent the other day cutting concrete. Imagine a huge chainsaw engine with a big circular blade on the end and then multiply it a few times and you’ll start to get an idea of what it’s like. One guy is weilding the saw and the other is spraying it down with a hose. So everything (such as me) gets covered in a generous layer of the concrete slurry that’s spat out. Using that big saw and the rotohammer makes me feel like one of those guys from the forties building dams.

The other other day Z and I went over to dinner at the neighbor’s house. One of the guys (there are 13…!) is a pretty decent guitarist and he showed us a bunch of his recording gear and songs. That was pretty interesting.

Heh, that kinda petered out prematurely.