Tuesday, August 31, 2004

fashion in architecture is beside the point...

He was one of the first good architects that I learned about when I was a kid. And back then, knowing he was from my own state made me even more sure of my decision to become an architect. Even after going to college and turning my interests towards more modern ideas in architecture than what Mr. Jones himself was famous for, I still get that warm fuzzy feeling when I visit Thorncrown and Cooper Chapel. At one point during college, I was honored with the chance to prepare his meal at the restaurant I worked at. I will never forget about that day. Someone told him that back in the kitchen, there was a very nervous architecture student preparing his meal. He said he'd like to meet me. I went out to his table in the dining room. He wasn't dressed too fancy and didn't appear as the architecture god that so many professors had made him out to be, but it didn't matter to me. He was a cool old man. And he said the food was great.

E. Fay Jones :: January 31, 1921 - August 30, 2004

Sunday, August 29, 2004

it is finished...

I've made pretty good progress this weekend. I set out to clean and organize the Volsequoyah* Headquarters, otherwise known as the attic studio in my house. For the most part, I've accomplished what I set out to do. I'm not going to put a banner up on the front of my house declaring it though, because in all honesty the mission will never be fully accomplished, despite what some of our great leaders might say. But I digress...

Here are some photos that show the progress. You see, I'm a wierd kid. I really do enjoy this kind of thing enough to photographically document it, yes.

Behind my desk - BEFORE

Behind my desk - AFTER

Beside Natalie's desk - BEFORE

Beside Natalie's desk - AFTER

Overall view - BEFORE

Overall view - AFTER

Isn't it lovely?
The word spreads fast apparently. I'm an underground success. Eat my propoganda!

Thursday, August 26, 2004

Wow. That last post was insane. I must have been really bored earlier today. The day got much better in the afternoon. Natalie called me from Rome. She said her trip went smoothly and she was already kicking it at her posh one room apartment just off of Piazza Farnese. She should be posting some more information on her blog tomorrow. As for me, I'm totally stoked that tomorrow is Friday. Most of my work tomorrow is just running errands for the boss, who won't even be at the office all day. It should prove to be a very laid back Friday. I honestly have no real plans for the weekend, other than the usual stuff I do around the house. There's a mess in the attic that I'm going to tackle first. Actually, I can't think of anything else to do. If I get past that, I think my head will most likely explode from boredom. Stay tuned.

becuz - black, white, brown or pakistani we all come from de same place - de punani...

My blog sounded a bit boring today, so I decided to run it through the Ali G Translator. If you don't know who Ali G is, go check out his HBO webpage. For an extra time waster, read his Harvard commencement speech. Think "Brit in an American ghetto" accent when you read this stuff. I'm probably the only one who thinks this is funny.

i woke up dis mornin to da sounds of scratchin at my doa. da aminal can't seem to figure out dat just coz one doa to da sackroom is shut, it doesn't mean yous can't use da udda one. bit thick aminal. i covered my ead up wiv a pillow to muffle da sound, but dat also muffled da sound of da alarm clock. i woke up alf an our late, but still got to wurk on time. it as bin anotha borin day in da house at wurk so far. dis afternoon should go by a little fasta, since i ave to go measure some fings on a job site afta grub. now me is just chillin at my desk wiv a couple of spunky pockets and readin random blogs.

me is finished.

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

sleepin' ain't easy, but it's necessary - now i'm chasin' zzz's like tom chases jerry...

For some unknown reason, I have Snoop Dogg in my head and I felt like doing a parody for the title to this post. Did I spell your name right, Doggy? Respect.

I've got nothing. Today was boring. I was so bored at work that I couldn't even bring myself to write in my bloggy blog. The hours between 1:00 and 5:00 felt like an entire week rolled up into one afternoon, except probably with less eventful things occurring. This evening was just slightly more entertaining. The Greens brought over some barbecue and beverages and we watched South Park. I felt like getting rowdy and turning over furniture, but I repressed those feelings and decided it would be healthier for everyone in the room if I just sat on the couch and stared at the TV. Everyone's gone home now, and the house is quiet with only the perpetual hum of the air conditioners running. I need to go to bed, but I can't sleep very well right now. I have reverted back to sleeping with the TV on again. This was an old habit that I put to rest a few years ago and now only practice occasionally, like when I'm sleeping in a strange place. I don't have cable in my bedroom at this house, so I've been putting in random DVD's that I've seen a million times. Last night I fell asleep to The Big Lebowski. The night before that, it was the Happy Tree Friends "Third Strike", which I hadn't seen yet but knew it would be fairly predictable. Tonight, I believe I'm going to go with the classic Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels. I started watching it this evening, but didn't finish it on account of South Park coming on. Ok, I think I'm ready for bed now. Good night world.

Tuesday, August 24, 2004

This is the boringness that happens when you blog from work. The most complex building that I've drawn thus far in my career is now in the beginning phases of construction. It's a very strange feeling to know that they will build it the way that I've drawn it. Basically, that means if I screwed something up, I'd better hope they notice the mistake before they actually build the thing. Yes, I drew the majority of this floor plan. And what a lovely jumble of lines it is! I'd show you some renderings I did of the outside, but some people have paid big money for those and don't want you getting a free peek. Business is business.

Monday, August 23, 2004

it's only distance...

So today's been a fairly sad day for me. Natalie began her journey to Rome this morning after I left for work. She'll be gone until January. It doesn't seem like a very long time, but I did that trip once before and it was sort of a long time. Of course, I was on the other end. I'm sure being back here in the states, at my own house, and doing the same old things but without her will be a lot harder. That last sentence didn't make as much sense as I wanted it to. Let me explain it this way. I came home today to an empty house. Usually, I get home and Natalie is sitting on the couch waiting on me and we decide what we will do for dinner. Then, we eat dinner and usually go do things we need to do or do whatever we feel like doing to pass the time, but typically together. This was not the case today. I walked into the house and was greeted by deathly silence and a lonely, purring cat. I immediately tried to occupy my time with some of my usual obsessive compulsive behaviors, like putting things away, cleaning off surfaces, and fluffing the pillows on the couch. I quickly realized that this wasn't taking my mind off of things because I was actually cleaning up after the girl. It was also still silent in the house. I decided to turn on the TV and watch some completely retarded things like World's Wildest Police Videos. I made a ham sandwich, ate some Pringles, and had half of a Mountain Dew left over from last night when I tried to stay up late with Natalie and help her pack. The police videos started getting to me though. I started thinking about how Natalie laughs at me when I watch such shows, so I changed the channel to Comedy Central. Dogma was on again. I've seen it way too much in the last year (to a point were I can't stand to see Ben Affleck and Matt Damon doing their "you're and idiot...no you're an idiot" routine again), so I turned off the TV. I decided to face the music and go upstairs to do the blog thing. I have been putting it off today because of the obvious subject matter that this post would inevitably contain. I personally hate it when someone's blog goes on and on about one subject matter for months and months at a time, and I don't want to run my audience off by doing so either. I could type about how much I miss Natalie for millions of pages, but I won't. I never intended this blog to take that direction. It's supposed to be dumb fun, like me...um...what? Yea, anyway...I will be posting lots of notes about how things are going, but for my own mental health I probably will keep them short. If anyone is interested at all, just keep an eye on both our blogs simultaneously. Natalie will soon be posting lots of awesome photos from Rome and all around Europe, and I'm sure some juicy details about living in one of the greatest cities every built by mankind. I on the other hand, will be posting the same old crap about being a middle class, 20-something, Midwest, white guy living in a college town. Compare and take notes. There's some exciting things to come, you can bet on that!

(Just a side note: Have you noticed that I like to start stories and not finish them?)

Natalie and I made a cheesy pic before she hit the road. I'd like to introduce to you the king and queen of this year's prom. Now give me my damn crown.

Thursday, August 19, 2004

cd's and other objects that double as coasters...

Hi. I can't sleep. I tried going to bed early tonight, because as the cliche goes "tomorrow's a big day". This isn't necessarily true, it's just something I think to myself when I try to get myself unglued from whatever it is that fuels my awakeness, be it the television, the computer, or Mountain Dew that sometimes seems like it was in my hand at birth. I'm not quite sure what it was tonight that got me jumping back out of bed immediately. It certainly wasn't the extremely loud, deep bass sounds coming from the surround sound in the living room because Eric has the subwoofer turned up to the "split yer britches" level. As many people know, I sleep very well to the sounds of the television or stereo, especially when there is some heavy bass action going on (Posey, remember Portishead in the dorm?). In fact, I actually stayed in bed just a few minutes more wishing I could stay there and fall asleep enjoying the noise, but alas I went upstairs and here I am, blogging myself to sleep. I could go down to the basement and get that last load of whites in the dryer, fold them, and put them away, but that would be asinine. After all, I don't really need them immediately. I'll probably wait and get them when I have a million other things that I should be doing. Nope, I'm just going to ignore personal responsibility for a few minutes and hide up here in the attic, where the only major decision is which iTunes station to listen to. Although, now that I look around up here, I see a few things that need to be done. I need to send in that voter re-registration form because I moved (ridiculous), file a two foot tall stack of bills and other paperwork, organize my books and periodicals and actually put them on the shelves, put away all these miscellaneous disks, cords, adapters, art supplies, models, photographs, paintings, drawings, etc...jeez. Screw this. I'm going back to bed.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

gosh, i was really hoping for condoleezza rice and american history x, but this will do...

coke, arkansas, and you...

I knew someone was as curious about this subject as me. Finally...a map, by county, of the United States depicting people's choice as to what they typically call a "soft drink". As someone who lives on the invisible border of this phenomenon, I have heard argument after argument. I find this simply fascinating. Pop vs. Soda

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

my signature is a sneeze...

So what do I have to say of importance today? Not a thing, but I'm going to write something anyway. You'll read it and you'll like it, or your money back. And since you paid me jack-squat for this, I don't think you'll ever get anything back.

Sometimes I look up at the sun or a bright light and it hurts my eyes, but I just go right ahead and look up at it again...just in case.

Watch out for this new up-and-comer. sproom.blogspot.com He's gonna knock your cocks off...uh, I meant socks...he's gonna knock your socks off. Dammit! I always screw that one up.

Monday, August 16, 2004


“...the image is one thing and the human being is another...it’s very hard to live up to an image.”

Elvis Aaron Presley

January 8, 1935 - August 16, 1977

Sunday, August 15, 2004

uncomfortable in their own skin and me without my camera...

Let me tell you why I love bowling. The bowling alley is one of the most beautiful environments that I know of. Now, before you start yelling W.T., let me explain. I'm a people watcher. Well, I'm actually just a watcher in general, but I especially love to watch people. So I guess you could say I major in watching with a concentration in people. What other sport allows you to do your daily people watching while at the same time enjoy a little competition amongst friends? Bowling is the answer, and I'm getting good at it. I have my own ball, my own bag, my own shoes, and even a special bowling towel. I know, I know...lame, but I don't care. Bowling makes me happy. I almost got my first 200 game yesterday. It came down to the last frame. I needed nine pins. I hit eight. It was sad. I got a 199, BUT...This is where bowling becomes such a challenge. The distance between a perfect 300 game and a lousy 199 game is very slim. The thought of it keeps you going, but its so difficult. At the same time as this dramatic game is unfolding, not 4 lanes down from me is a cross-dressing bowling club having their monthly "get-together" thing. Yes, a bunch of old dudes dressed up as women, trying to look feminine, and hurling 15 pound bowling balls down the lane. It was so surreal, like I was dreaming. Not that I usually dream of that such thing, but it wouldn't bother me. It would be much more exciting than my usual boring, black and white dreams about sitting down or walking. So there I was...scoring my personal high and watching a dozen grown men pretend to be women. Bowling is beautiful.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

playing football in the morning is like eating cabbage for breakfast...

I live right next to the high school football stadium. I almost forgot about that until a couple of weeks ago. Apparently its football practice time, or whatever, and everyday they're out there...whistles blowing, helmets crunching, and plenty of yee-haws to spare. At times its comforting, like there's something going on in the house, some kind of activity. Other times its just down right annoying...that stupid whistle and that stupid megaphone blaring out commands as if Hitler himself were down on that field raising all kinds of hell. I can't wait to see how loud it gets when the actual games start. I'll probably make an event out of it. I'll put the lawn chairs out on the back deck and rock out to the free football noise. The band has also been practicing in the wee hours of the morning. I don't have too much to say about the skills of the Fayetteville marching band, and I'm hoping its because its still too early in the season to be playing entire songs. The director's voice on the megaphone is a soothing sound between the tooting and banging of the band's instruments. I'm not complaining though. I've lived through worse. When I was in the 4th and 5th grade, I lived next to railroad tracks. I don't mean like a quarter mile or even a block from them. I'm talking about literally sleeping in my bed 50 feet from them. Of course everything seems more extreme when you are a kid, but seriously...there were railroad tracks in my backyard. That was an intense sound and vibration. I remember the kitchen rattling when a train would go by. Conversations were temporarily put on hold until the horn would stop (we lived at an intersection). Eventually, I got use to it and actually sort of forgot about it sometimes. I was always reminded as soon as we had visitors though. I'd be talking about something and all of a sudden someone would interrupt with a "HOLY CRAP, WHAT IS THAT?" That, my friends, is the sound of a six-engine locomotive blasting through my backyard at speeds in excess of 60 miles per hour. I use to sit outside and count the number of cars on each train and time how long it took to pass. They usually passed at about the same speed, so when they went by while I was inside, I would time the train and try to guess how many cars were on it. Well, this has wandered off into a strange little trip down memory lane for me. I'll end it now before it becomes too painful. Sorry about the lack of an ending. You're probably so much dumber now for reading this.

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

like, whoa its like me and stuff...

I often wonder what I would look like in a cool mustache and a crappy suit. I wonder so much that I asked Google, and here's what it told me. "I'd look like a Century 21 Agent in West Salisbury, North Carolina." Go figure.

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Natalie and I have been house-sitting and doggy-sitting this week. This is Brandy. She's a not-so-camera shy pit bull with a strange attraction to the flash on my Sony.

*edit* I just noticed that Mr. Illinois there is holding a slice of pizza. That's hilarious!

missouri loves company...

Did someone say no sales tax in Missouri this weekend? Yes, this is true. It applies to certain "back-to-school" items such as computers, clothing, books, paper, pencils, etc. This does no include alcohol! Everyone who is gassing up their cars to drive to Missouri this weekend to buy 10 cases of Old Style, stop right now. And no, unfortunately alcohol is not officially considered a school supply. If you're in the market for computer equipment though, I guess now is a good time to make a purchase. Hey, all school children could use a new G4.

Friday, August 06, 2004

because huey says she's heart and soul...

Another note about hot pockets (please excuse me)...the directions on the little sleeves always say "This side up" but what if I don't want to put that side up? What if rotating them halfway through their warming cycle is more efficient? Well, I have the answer, as I am currently the closest thing to a hot pocket expert as anyone else I know (except maybe Mark Ru, who I believe has actually tried the breakfast hot pockets). Rotating them halfway through heating has proven to heat them more evenly. Now one of these days I may get cancer because of improper use of hot pocket sleeves, but until then I'll enjoy delicious, evenly heated hot pockets.

You're probably asking yourself at this point, "Yes, we all enjoy a good evenly heated hot pocket, but what's the word on the street right now?" Well, kids...the word on the street is that Natalie finally has her own blog, and just in time for her semester abroad. Try it today for free at idontliketowearshoes.blogspot.com! Follow her journey as she battles the evil Italians in their plot to create a world-wide standard for laziness. For extra coverage, follow her blog and mine in conjunction. Watch as I make a desperate attempt to keep all of my friends and loved ones from becoming Europeans. Soundtrack by Belinda Carlisle in stores now!!!

And hey...look at what Scott bought!!! saucerspotting.blogspot.com

Thursday, August 05, 2004

a blogger's work is never done...

Same as it ever was...here's another post. I have these two cute little hot pockets sitting side by side in front of me. The one on the left with the big brown spot on his back says to the one on the right "do you think he is going to eat us after he finishes typing this?" The one on the right responds "if slowly picking the melted cheese off of my backside and placing it in his mouth means he's going to eat us, then yea...I believe he will."

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

blogging is for sucka's, and i ain't no sucka...

Ok, so I've been ousted by friends, readers, and fellow bloggers for not posting often enough. Although, I have mostly heard this from people who never comment, so how am I supposed to know that they are actually reading my blog? Good question, but I have no room to talk because I usually avoid commenting on blogs myself. To try and resolve any issues that have come about from this situation, I have developed a simple three step solution:

Step 1: Evaluate what you are doing. You are spending time reading a website which contains explicit details of some loser's (that's my) boring life.

Step 2: Concentrate that same amount of time on your own boring life.

Step 3: Bend over and lick my bum.

I think I'm going to devote any future posts to this same topic. I'll name my blog My Loser Life and the Losers That Enjoy Reading About It.

If you know me, of course you know that I'm only joking, and that this is just another form of my self loathing. But seriously, if you want more posts, give me something to post about. Come to my house and whoop my sorry ass or something.