got no god, got no gf

So it wasn't quite a Snowcone

It was more like bell peppers, unfinished of course.

Deep Thoughts

The TV is muted while I do my best to complete this worthless homework assignment. The Womper has alienated Future from the living room and I'm considering alienating the little basterd from my bedroom if he keeps up with the attacking my feet under the covers game he's taken a liking to. Kittens are maybe 20% cute and 80% wild animal. Maybe even 15-85. Yet, somehow it seems closer to 50-50 when you get moments like these.

Played a round of disc golf today and managed to not hit as many trees as usual, yet seemed to hit light poles and branches at the same rate instead. This weekend, I mopped the floors of my apartment, put up curtain rods and curtains, grocery shopped, and reopened the creative side of my brain for business once again. If all goes well, I'll be painting a psychedelic rainbow snow-cone before the month is out. Look for it on etsy, baby.

Peep the view

I tell the same stories over and over -- I need a few more to add to the repertoire. Keep things fresh. New talking points, a new hobby or two. The old shit is still effective, it just feels dated.

Mr. Wompus gets his nuts clipped on Monday. Keep him in your thoughts, if you would.

train's blowin its horn at 320am

Alison took the family photos with her to Baltimore so I don't have the access I had before. Not that I really took advantage of it too often anyway. I'm not the best at keeping up with things. I was going to take them with me to Columbia but she stepped in and said she wanted them. I kind of wish I still had them as it was the main source of material for this blog. I do get a chuckle thinking of how she now has the titles for both my Mom and Dad's cars (They were in with the documents to be scanned).

Alison, with your down time this month would you organize those photos and get them scanned one way or another? And no bogarting the photos for your blog. Don't steal my sunshine!

Columbia is a pretty serene place. It's a small town with some city sensibilities. I hear train horns at all hours and the crickets go crazy at night. The heat has been manageable but I've been told the worst is yet to come. The apartment feels like home and is steadily getting cozier as I add more furniture. Future Cat is a good roommate. He's taken on the roll of bug killer and I help with the clean up afterwards. We're not a bad team.

I've got my first official visitors lined up for this weekend and no idea of how to entertain them other than my home theater set up. What's this thing you call the nightlife?

complaining about labor pains / show me the baby

The Buckley Children pose in Wayne Campbell's den at the entrance to the Hurler rollercoaster in Kings Dominion, summer 1992.

I've got a lot of things going for me in this photo. First of all, I'm shredding that axe in a heartfelt and unique pose for the camera (The Sisters totally dropped the ball on this one. Thumbs up? Seriously? That's the best you've got? I even have the nagging feeling that Alison stole Dawn's thumbs up pose and modified it with the sideways tilt*. Unforgivable.)

Secondly, I'm decked out in Michigan Wolverines basketball gear. Totally congruent with the hip hop popularity at the time of the Fab Five . I was UP on that trend as a 9 year old! That speaks volumes about me. Do you realize how cutting edge the Fab Five were? I mean, they were the first players to introduce baggy shorts to basketball. Pioneers in their own right, and I, as a suburban white kid, was up on that shit. Seriously, a UM hooded t-shirt (great look, btw. bummer that ever went out of style), matching maize shorts, and a UM hat. All taking place in the sacred den of the Wayne's World set. My swagger is palpable.

I'd like to thank my Mom and Dad for spending the money to have this (certainly overpriced) photo taken, as well as splurging for the admission cost of a family of 5 to an amusement park. You can't put a dollar sign on memories.

*"Oh no, Under Pressure' goes 'bow dow dow da dah dow dow,' mine goes 'bow dow dow da dah dow dow dow" - Mr. Vanilla Ice

Cat Condo

I wanted to write this idea down just because the more I think about it the more I feel like it is the best idea I've ever had.

OK, imagine a giant Cat Condo that has 7 different levels and each level has a different type of cat on it.

And then, get this, it's named... The Cat Condo of Babel.

Perfection!