Julie: If you die, can I have your iPod?
Me: Nope. I want it in the coffin with me, earbuds firmly in place set on shuffle.
Death has been a frequent topic lately. Should that concern me?
Saturday, during dinner, Matt, Deek and I were debating which one of would die first. Deek and I battled it out for the crown of Miss Kicks the Bucket First. Matt abstained from the vying, most likely because he knows he will out live us. He'll be one of those hippie, herbal massage therapists with white hair in a pony tail wearing hemp clothing smelling of patchouli listening to pan flutes.
So after all this death talk, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow.
Keep your fingers crossed.
Birthday gift certificates + free two-day shipping = one happy Brian
I also got a Starbucks gift card from a couple of the dudes in the sales department for helping them out with an ad campaign.
iPod Nano. Free iced tea. Good Friday indeed.
Yesterday, I'm sitting at my desk and not feeling so well. I thought I was either feverish or OMG! experiencing male menopause and having a hot flash.
Then I went downstairs and looked at the thermostat. Silly boy, you aren't going through The Change®, your air-conditioner is broken.
Of course, this was at night so it was too late to call the repairman. The A/C unit is on the roof and for some reason they don't like working in the dark two stories high. Something about pesky OSHA rules or something. Pussies.
So we sit and wait. The idea of cuddling with a bag of ice suddenly became very appealing. Hell, I'd even sit through Snakes on a Plane to escape the inferno that is my townhouse. Too bad I can't sneak Elliott in with me. He's so miserable now playing murder victim. Laying sprawled out in the most inconvenient of places. Like blocking doorways or even better, the stairs.
Our A/C breaks down at least once every summer. Who can blame it since it's SOFA KING HOT all the time and runs non-stop for like 8 months in a row.
Unfortunately, the repairman is not porn star hot but more mug-shot scary. Of course, if he gets here soon and turns my home into Antarctica, I will have his baby.
It's safe to say that this week has sucked so hard.
I need to concentrate on happier things like comfortable bedding, breakfast at Orange Table, watching House of Yes on DVD, and people who don't suck. People like Kandice who is lovely and amazing.
I have a bunch of crap to do this weekend: fix the toilet, dust and vacuum, fix the fridge, clean my disgusting bathroom. But at this point I just want to either stay in bed in the fetal position or runaway to Tucson to hang out with Homer. Either sounds like a well needed break.
A couple years ago, Robbie told me he was thinking about starting a music blog devoted to women singer-songwriters.
Soon after, he launched Womenfolk. It very quickly became very popular not only catching the eyes and ears of people yearning for independent and obsure female singers, but also garnering attention of the artists themselves, many of whom have contacted Robbie to submit their music to his site.
With Womenfolk, Robbie has created something very special: great music, well-researched biographies, a beautiful and elegantly designed website...all in one lovely package.
And now, he can add record producer to his list of accomplishments. With the second anniversary of this MP3 blog, comes the first compliation album featuring thirteen songs by some of Womenfolk's favorite artists.
I bought my copy last week and it is an amazing set of tracks. I encourage you to check it out. It really is worth it.
Congratulations Robbie!
I think everyone had a good time at le birthday bash o' dinner last night. It was nice getting people together and seeing the groups mingle. People from old work. Other people from even older work. Community Center peeps. (There's that word again.) And then friends who are more like family.
All my pictures looked like ass, but Adam's turned out pretty good. I'm a little scared by the one of me with giant swirl of ice cream like product.
Update: Dyanna took some pictures too. Yay Dyanna!
Adam had a little bit too much fun, knocking out the background of this photo for a Kristin Around the World montage.
Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes. It totally made my day. And luckily the terrorist plot to sabotage my birthday was thwarted. Go Team America. Just keep on doing what you are doing.
I'm taking today off to do nothing. Hear that? Absofuckinglutely nothing. And it's great. Greater than great. I actually slept in this morning. Well, I did initially wake up at 5:30 (grrr) but eventually went back to bed to sleep a while longer.
Tonight will be the big birthday dinner with all my peeps. (Did I just actually say "peeps?" How dumb.) And tomorrow night is the championship for this season of roller derby.
What more could a guy ask for?
For those of you I haven't already shared this with, this brings me great joy. I found it at Superhero Journal. I want to be her when I grow up.
Happy friday all!
Homer came over to crash on the couch since his flight to Vancouver was leaving Phoenix at the crack of dawn. Elliott was very happy to see him.
Elliott was also more than happy to inspect his duffel bag for signs of Homer's cats.
I forgot that all the good places to eat are closed on Monday nights in Old Town Scottsdale, so I made us pizza with tomatoes and spinach.
Sesame chicken.
Ten o'clock on Sunday night.
Bad. Idea.
Hope your Monday morning is better.
