Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Prodigal Son

I'm back. It might be for real this time. Lots of stuff going on that I can actually write about. I've been spending a lot of time posting on lately, which you can see by clicking on some of my recent posts in the column on the right there.

Lots of things going on, family crises, possibly relocation, lots of job stuff, planning a vacation, lots of stuff that doesn't really fit in with a photoblog and yet I still have to get it off my chest, so... lucky you. Lucky you. With all the newfangled blogger features, I could get used to doing this again. I've missed it.


This is a test post from flickr, a fancy photo sharing thing.

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

i'm a million different people from one day to the next

diggy-doo, it's a new blogger template. i switched over to a new template for a little bit, and i'm trying out the new blogger commenting, as HALOSCAN SUCKS ASS. i mean, who the hell is reading this anyway, since i spend any procrastination time on buzznet these days.

there are things i am dying to tell you, but until they happen, i can't say. jinx and all that.

Monday, April 26, 2004

a true story. read it and weep.

friend via IM: jennifer and i did another 1.5 hour walk on the beach today. hooray!
me via IM: boy that sounds like fun. i had two martinis and a bowl full of pretzels while making fun of english stewardesses. for 1.5 hours.

Monday, April 19, 2004


i've been poring over my q1 performance--a mixed bag of results. revenues, while up 7% from the same quarter last year, are still well below expectations, close to 20% down from 2000. the getting-some-action index is also way down from this same time last year. overall satisfaction and morale are taking a beating, no doubt due to the two aforementioned factors. in the positive side, we saw the year anniversary of the move to the the new space in venice, which cut monthly expenses by about half--we're seeing the results of that as credit ratings climb and debt tumbles, unfortunate effects of the dot-com crash.

next steps:
make more money and get more action.

Tuesday, April 06, 2004


take this:

here's me:

Monday, April 05, 2004

the plan.

hey. hi. yeah. i know, it's been a while. sorry. it's been weird lately--busy, you know. i know that even while i've been here, i've been distracted. i mean, i can't get into specifics, but you know, it's been good. it's been good. you've gotta trust me on this.

in any case, allow me to break out of character here by saying yes, things have been good lately, and yes i will be writing more here lately. i have, however been photoblogging a lot, and i'm probably going to be writing about the pictures that end up on the blog and taking pictures about stuff i write about now, so... yeah. that's the plan.

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

it was my birthday.

it's true. it was my birthday yesterday. i ate at yabu. then we drank at arsenal. surprise?

Tuesday, March 23, 2004

while on the google subject

speaking of google, i typed in "sx70" and lo and behold, this blog is #1. weird, considering that an sx70 is a very popular camera made by polaroid. even more distressing is that my other website (which is doesn't even come up until page two of google results when you type my name in. wtf?

Monday, March 22, 2004

f*cking ofoto. or how i became an online stalker.

alright, by no means is it a secret that i do the online dating thing. whatever, we've gone over that before. (in embarassing detail.)

several weeks ago, i send a little "hello i like your profile" missive to an attractive web-programmer girl. a couple of weeks later, i got an email back. "woo-hoo! i thought. she said she liked my profile and pictures and apologized for writing back so late, as she was in europe for two weeks. she gave me her email address and told to write.

ok, so... i googled her email address, found her name and googled that. i then found her personal site. her personal site with a blog. her personal site with a blog that links to ofoto and pictures she took from europe. now had i known that by signing into ofoto she would be able to tell that i looked at her pictures... well... i wouldn't have. or rather, i would have signed on with another email address. alas, that is not the case and i received the following email: "Hey. What did you think of my Europe photos?"

bleh. loser. i swear it was innocuous. all 37 times i looked at the pictures.

Monday, February 23, 2004

my pseudo-college weekend

it's been all-too-long since i described my offline exploits. since i usually only remember to do this when i do something completely stupid and/or embarassing, you can guess where this post is going. also, since this is no longer linked directly from my personal site, i feel a little more free. anyway...

rewind to friday eveningy happy hour at arsenal with plans to go out for my friend's second birthday party in a row. (yeah, one of those types) 3 or 4 vodka/sodas into happy hour, one of my friends calls to see what's happening tonight--oh and he and his new girlfriend are no longer an item by the way. now i won't get too into the details of this as i like to keep the talk on this url pretty much centered on ME, but in any case, i do the decent thing and ditch my plans to go have drinks with my buddy. i end up getting drunk. like, really drunk. like 4 martinis more drunk. so drunk that i get sick.

saturday was a waste. i had some "work to do around the house" (euphemism that i will explain in a couple of weeks) and it was raining out, so no skateparking or anything like that. oh, did i neglect to mention how hung over i was? i was in pain the entire day. from the moment i woke up to the moment i went to sleep, i was in pain. head-to-toe pain. needless to say, i went to sleep as soon as i could to put my misery behind me.

sunday i wake up early. like way too early, since i had gone to bed so early the night before. 7:30am. too goddamn early, so i roll over and i think, well, maybe if i do some reading or something, i'll fall back asleep. so i pick up "the da vinci code" off my nightstand, and start up. ok, so usually i read smarter or more trendy fiction and stuff, but you know, a friend at work gave it to me, so whatever. anyway, it's 7:30am, i pick up the book and it's ok, i'm getting sucked in a little bit. next thing i know, the book is halfway done, next thing i know, there's 100 pages left. next thing i know, it's 2pm and i've read the whole damn book straight through. no bathroom breaks, no coffee breaks, nothing. i haven't even got out of bed yet. jesus. *shrug* i don't know. what can i say, they were right, it's a page-turner. the last time i read 450 pages straight, i had a midterm to take the next day.

Monday, February 09, 2004

happy valentine's day. or not.

valentine's day is just a few days away. here are some cards. some are nice, some are not so nice. most of them are hilarious. pardon if you've seen them before.

and no i don't read

alright alright, anyway--like i was saying, valentine's day is right around the corner. in years past this is a time of much wailing, gnashing of teeth, hand-wringing and brow-beating for me. not this year. i'm single (actually, i've been single for almost forever, but recent years i've just started to date people right before valentine's day and like have had to totally break it off with girls just to avoid the awkward day. oh yeah, i do that for birthdays too) anyway, since i'm single, i don't have to do anything. i don't have to worry about getting reservations or anything, i don't have to worry about presents, nothing. i know this sounds like sour grapes, but really, i'm laying waaaaaay low on this one this year. then again, maybe if i intentionally try to not get any action this week something might happen. did i just jinx myself? d-oh!

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

ok maybe i'm a metrosexual after all

i thought i would just get this out of the way now--there won't be any more "i was having a cocktail in the lobby of the standard reading vice magazine laughing out loud like an idiot while waiting for my haircut" posts.

it's not what you're thinking, though. the 40+ minuite drive to get my hair cut didn't finally get to me. i have not finally given up on the 323. i am not growing my hair out. i'm not boycotting vice because i was offended by "the vice guide to shit" (which of course was brilliant, duh).

i was getting my hair cut at rudy's sometime after thanksgiving (judging by my bloated by carbs visage in the mirror) and . sarah (the girl that cuts my hair) says something to the effect of: "this is the last time i'm cutting your hair hair here." i began to sweat. i mean, what the hell? i didn't really realize until she started cutting my hair that it helps to have someone understand the fucked up way my hair grows for me to get a decent cut. ok, well i'm also a cheap bastard and I don't really want to pay for a real haircut, so rudy's was great, $19. I mean, fuck, what was i going to have to do, audition a bunch of other cutters til i found one i trusted again?

it was here that i had a mini-revelation--i am taking this way too hard. am i that vain? it's just a haircut, after all, right?

"wait a minute, why? where are you going?"
"i'm opening up my own place in venice. isn't that closer to where you live?"
"well, yes."

whew. now if they only served cocktails and carried vice.

Wednesday, January 07, 2004

my korean friend emy, sort of quietly and sheepishly mentioned a recent weakness for korean pop music (kpop) the other night, followed by protestations about how i sort of shrugged, i mean... i've never heard kpop but ok that's fine, i see no reason to be embarassed about that. she then mentioned that it was sort of cheesy and pointed me at this video. watch it. it's an epic. i watched it 3 times in a row, and i must say it gets better with every viewing. why doesn't christina aguilera do videos like this?

Monday, January 05, 2004

what really should have been the first post of the year.

this should have been the first post of the year, but it got superseded by that whole "boo hoo i have the flu won't you please feel bad for me?" post. the smart ones among the two of you reading this (this does not include me, i obviously do not check for spelling or grammar errors, much less overly-long parenthetical expressions) might surmise that "well, maybe he just wanted to get it out of the way before he forgot"--well, you surmised correctly. wooot!

eh. anyway, such is the sometimes on, sometimes off nature of this blog. when the fancy strikes me, i write. when it doesn't, i try to write and it's terrible, and i become ashamed and i sleep on the beach after drinking boone's farm all night with the rest of my wino friends. while i'd like both of you to believe that my charmed life of burrito throwing, celebrity baiting, and rugged good looks causing catfights everywhere i go continues on unabated 24/7/365, i'm afraid to say it doesn't. sometimes i have tight deadlines at work and i work a lot and you know as they all say in those "how to have a great first date" books i have sitting on my shelf, nobody really wants to hear you talk about work, so i've basically just shut the fuck up for a while.

however, it's the new year as you might have heard and well, it's the season for new neuroses. enjoy.

just one link should do it

this should explain how i feel right now.