Baka.

Figuring out who still needs gift cards. Just asked a friend if he ever used the "congrats on your new place" Amazon gift card I got him. He was kinda blasé about it then. Today, the response was silence.  No more random gifts from me.

 

Playing with sweet new photo app, "Color Splash".

 

 

 

 

 

Stop it.

Okay. Yes, this commercial comes on like every 2 minutes. But can everyone PLEEASE stop saying "S'up, gurrl?" when they walk by my desk?

Stop it!

I'm a sauropod!

So, you know how sometimes you're taking a bath, and you'll turn over onto your stomach to stretch, or to prop or head so you can fall asleep or check the wall for spiders or because you feel like reenacting Open Water so you're pretending there's a shark in the bathtub?

Okay so when you're in the process of turning over, do you ever notice how emphasized and gargantuan your leg looks?  I don't know if it's the soap suds or what. Okay, fine. Maybe its my damn five extra pounds to blame. But the part of my leg between my hip and my knee looks like it belongs on Fred Flintstone's dinner plate.

No more pizza.  This is disgusting.

Onward March

Watching Thor. So the gateway between worlds. That Idris Elba-Jodenheim-Bifrost thing. Is that the typical means of transportation for Asgard? And why isn't Loki blue like the other Frost Giants?

Of course, he meets Natalie Portman when he comes to Earth.  Couldn't meet a normal human woman, right?  Only the supermodels for superheroes.

Oh, lordy... the part where he takes off his shirt is coming up.

Wait for it...

aaaand how YOU doin'?  I'd make a complete exception to my "no blondes" rule for that one.

Ohhh, myyyy...

Blink, dammit.  Blink!

This one goes out to all the ladies who aren't sitting on my sofa right now... 

Consider it "pouring one out for the homies who couldn't be here".

Or paying it forward.

You're welcome.

I paid it forward at Starbuck's today.  To the lady in drive-thru behind me who ordered a tall frappe-something with 2% milk and a lemon loaf slice.

So that's twice for me today.  lol

Pay it forward, people!

I can't eat any more pizza.  Mah belly hurts.

Week in Review (aka, "Photo Madness", aka, "Electric Blanket, Here I Come!")

I'm watching this 1980s movie called Weird Science. So these two nerds make their dream woman and she spends the whole movie trying to build up their self confidence by embarrassing the hell out of them. 

 

Seriously can't stop laughing. The music and the people in the TVs and the rocket in the house and the fashion.  It's perfect. 

Of course, nothing perfect can be left alone for very long.

Buying the dvd. lol @ "soundtrack now available on cassettes". 

Work events were all successes. Final costs were $15k under budget. Woot. In afterthought, I should've used it. Otherwise, I lose the extra 15 next budget.

One was a community outreach lunch for Kids Kicking Cancer. I thought it was important to do this one first. Employees played Secret Santa to over 30 families. There were so many presents that we had to open another room for overflow.

Another one was a movie for employees and their families. Despicable Me 2. Popcorn, pretzel bites, rice crispie treats, brownies, ice cream, cotton candy, sugar-induced comas for all.  Oh, yeah.  I gained 4 lbs. in the last month. 

 

The two big ones were the strolling reception dinner and the "Battle of the DJs" event. So much planning, so many vendors, staffing, sound checks, so many last minute fiascos, so many security rule changes at the door - mid party...so much "why did I wear heels today?"

 

Stayed in our hotel for the nights of those parties. The shower felt like warm clouds rinsing over you. But the tub? Sweet geezus.  I couldn't shake a bug I caught earlier in the week. By the end of the last event, I was dizzy and I felt hot, then cold. The security guy made me sit down and brought me some juice.

 

Which made me have to pee. Try running in heels on snaggly carpet to a restroom waaay down the hall.  Dammit.

 

One of the DJs gave a few shout outs on the radio yesterday, and employees called in to say they had a great time.  That was cool to hear.

It's Saturday morning and I'm watching the Weird Science movie, and then I think Jerry Springer. And eating pizza.

I want an omelet. With tomatoes and spinach.  Maybe I'll go up to the cupcake place.  OMG. What's wrong with me.

So this post is obviously lacking everything but random clips. Confession: It's mostly for prosperity.  I can free up some space on the iphone, and also look back later and say, "Oh yay... I did that!"



 

 

 

 

Her Logic is Undeniable

I so LOVE this chick. Even though she's blonde and blue eyed with big boobs and all the stuff I typically hiss at, she packs a mean punch.

I was going to post a similar rant about A & F after I walked in and it felt like I'd interrupted the cool kids in class plotting against the nerds, but she sums it up WAY better.

Tell it, sistah!

Best part: "America is...frickin...well, yeah, we're fat, but we're fierce!"

Week in Review

Two chicks practically dry-humping the Adam Levine poster for his clothing line in KMart. KMart, btw, like a madhouse.

So Adam Levine.  Sexiest man of 2013. Well, he's definitely dreamy in that "drummer downstairs who only dates supermodels" sort of way. But sexiest man alive? Might be stretching it. He seems very charming. Maybe that's why.

I've changed the blog photo on the right column of this blog. The original photo was me at my 2nd birthday party with cake all over my face, and a lollipop.  A visitor informed me that the photo was sexually suggestive.

I don't even know what to say to that.

But I removed it.

It's now a random video of me whining about the freezing water like a crazy person near my parents' home. Grown up.  I'll find something goofier when I have more time.

Bey's new album dropped this weekend. Pretty slick not leaking it. The fact that she not only finished the album, but had help from some seriously talented performers and finished all the videos on the low shows just how well-kept a secret it was.

She made $8 gazillion in the first few hours, which includes my $16.  Some are better than others, but they're all really, really good. 14,000 five-star reviews can't be wrong. Even haters can't deny that.

My favorite so far is "Haunted". The song has a smooth groove, and the video pays homage to Madonna's "Justify my Love" era.

First of the three employee parties starts tomorrow. I start at 7am so I can meet up with the décor company and Santa & his crew.  And hopefully avert any fiascos. I already foresee one with employees redistributing/selling tickets.  I'll have security with me, though...so BOUNCE, FOOLS!

 

The second employee party is on Wednesday, but the big one happens on Thursday. That's the one that makes me nervous. There's a moment where the mood has to shift from "romantic dinner" to "New York nightclub", and if the lighting and the queue and the two DJs on the screens doesn't all happen at the exact same moment....I'm doomed.

 

Saw this stunning crazy beautiful dress last week and stood there staring at it for maybe five minutes before the sales lady laughed at me and asked if I wanted a glass of water. I think I cried. It's so beautiful. I could never afford it. But I would absolutely consider selling a limb for it. 

 

My new coworkers and I have decided that our shoe shopping obsession correlates directly to a specific point in our menstrual cycles. It actually makes sense! We're calling it "shoe rage".

 

Check it.  One week after, we're obsessed with shoes for 2-3 days. We can't turn a good shoe deal down. And our taste differs during different cycle periods. If its during "shoe rage", you'll choose higher heels and sexier styles. There's another point a few days before ovulation begins. We didn't name that one, so I'll call it The Cool Down. You're only interested in flats and babydolls during TCD.

 

So, how 'bout this hypothesis-ness...the Luteal phase (i.e., "Shoe Rage") happens after menstruation. We ("we" = our girly parts) know that we didn't get pregnant, so we start the whole cycle again. The sexy heels are our unconscious attempt to make ourselves more visually pleasing (I also wear more makeup!), thereby luring our victims into impregnating us.

During the Follicular phase (or "The Cool Down", as the cool kids call it), our bodies get all hyped up and snobby and all, "Aww, yeah! There's about to be a baby all up in here!", so the desire for attractive stuff goes way down. We want comfortable clothes because, well, pffh!...by then, we've already nabbed our victim.

It's kinda gross, but BLAM! *throws the microphone down and walks off the stage*

I'm all brained out n' stuff.

Wow..hellooo, random phone files.









 

 

 

Mosaic Tiles

Don't laugh at my hair.
It was a long night.

I didn't care for the "wait until I have enough interesting stuff" style of posting. I continued to add to it while it was in draft mode, but by the time it was long enough to post, I'd lost interested in most of the topics.

 

I installed a backsplash in my neighbor's kitchen last night.  Sounds more complicated than it really is.  Basically, you scrub the walls, glue sheets of glass tiles to it, wait a while, apply grout, caulk the edges. 

 

I used this tutorial and the products' instructions.  

I came back over this morning to sneak a glass of orange juice and take a look at the progress. First day in the new position. Guess I'm kind of nervous.

Week in Review

27-year old former child star Frankie Muniz has suffered a mini-stroke. He says he isn't a drug user and takes decent care of his body. (Although...lotta drama.)

I recently confessed to suffering a mini-stroke, as well.  Like Muniz, I'm not a druggie, and I generally eat pretty wisely. (Except for my foodie attack as of late.)  And, like Munez, stress seemed to be the culprit. For me, some was work-related. Most of my stress was family/quake-related. Before that, I'd experienced a bout of Bells Palsy (the one where the side of your face goes all slack), also stress-induced.

Mini-strokes are more common than you think among members of our age group (30-45). We have all sorts of new responsibilities and concerns, and we handle them so differently than our parents did when they were our age. No one in my parents' families have ever divorced. Marriages today last what...5 years tops? We're like new fiberglass cars vs. the old big boat steel cars.  We just aren't made the same.

If you do visit the link posted above, please check out the links provided at the bottom.  You really could save someone's life just by paying attention to the signs.

On the Holiday...Really? Was I the ONLY person in The States working the day after Thanksgiving??

I spent some of the holiday visiting friends in Ontario, Canada.

Remember the pink lemonade cookies?  YES. I bought more.

I saw a commercial for an app called Credit Karma and decided to try it. Credit Karma is a free phone app that monitors your credit and gives you status updates.  Given the sensitive/confidential nature of the program, I wanted to try it for a while before giving it a recommend. 

The app keeps you updated on your credit score - and all its gory details  - and gives you real time "credit report cards" and your credit history. It also free (good) advice and tips on improving your credit. 

Thumbs up from me. You'll need to enter your personal information after the install, but you won't be asked to enter it again. And the app will never ask for your credit card or financial info.

The Swedes have created a radical new drug program.  Clinics in Switzerland now give actual doses of heroin to heroin addicts. The reasoning is that an addict can learn to control his impulse to use if he uses in a controlled environment.

The decriminalization of drugs in other countries has been linked to a significant drop in new reported cases of HIV.

Latin Americans are considering adopting a similar program to stamp out drug-related murders, kidnappings and overcrowded prisons.

Not sure what I think about that. I suppose that, if I knew when and where I'd get my next dose, it would stop me from doing something horrible to get the money to buy it.  But then, if I knew when and where I'd get my next dose, I'd never gain the will to break the habit.

  

On Paying it Forward... PIF means that you perform an act of kindness without accepting anything in return. The person you've assisted then pays it "forward" by helping the next person instead of paying you for what you've done. 

Pretty cheesy, huh?  Yeah, I thought so, too.  Until I actually acted upon it.  Turns out, its an exceptionally rewarding act.  And now I can't get enough. I'm addicted.

It goes like this. A while ago, my old boss gave me something of value that she no longer wanted, because she knew I would appreciate having it.  I practically begged her to let me pay her for it, but she instructed me to "pay it forward" instead.  I sort of rolled my eyes and agreed to do it.

I didn't think much more about it until an opportunity to carry it out presented itself a few weeks later. In a Laundromat of all places, back when my grandmother was still around. I was tired of carting all my stuff back to my car. I gave my bag of change (about $13, I think) and the rest of the box of laundry detergent to an older man walking in.  He hugged me and cried a little and told me that he really needed it.

And that, folks, is how it works. You do something of worth for someone. If they're human, they'll ask if they can repay you. You tell them to "pay it forward".  It's the greatest high.

I pay the bill for the person behind me at the Starbuck's drive-thru. That would be an easy way to get started.

My favorite pink sheets have turned sort of "pastel-y" after a few too many washes.  Speaking of that, I recently purchased an electric blanket, and oh...mah...gah.  On a cold night? Slide your feeties under the blanket, and you'll probably pass out from sheer pleasure. ("Pleasure" said in your best Pinhead voice.)

You can probably catch electric blankets on sale. This one has an automatic shut-off function, but I turn it off and unplug it in the morning, anyway.  You won't need to go any higher than 5 (or whatever the middle is), and you won't need to bundle up with clothes or additional blankets. 

The Boys in IT continue to do horrible things to my robot.  After the last ransom note with a photo of Robot stuck in my coworker's headband, I stormed up to the IT office, punched Brad in the arm and snatched my robot from his shirt pocket thing. 

Btw, it takes 2 Help Desk calls and a drive-by to get you to reset my password, but you've already decorated the IT office?

REALLY?

I caught Mike Epps' performance at the Fox Theater last week. I went alone. I sat between two couples on dates, in the front row up top. The woman on my right had the greatest laugh ever.

The section in front of my row was a high-traffic area, and it was literally like watching a fashion runway marathon. Beautiful women with perfect hair and nails and dresses and shoes...and they knew it! It was a show within a show.  Mike Epps is insanely funny. I cried my makeup off from laughing so hard. He loves Detroit, partly because we treat him pretty frickin well. (I know stuff because he stayed at our hotel. :)

I wanted to meet him after the show, but I was too cheap to shell out another $50 for a photo. I wanted to ask him why he decided to come to town on the same night as the Star Trek marathon. 

I transfer to a new department/ position on Monday. I didn't write much about it here. After my last class, I pulled up Selena Gomez and danced. No one caught me, except the surveillance cameras in the room. Which, now that I think about it, probably explains surveillance operators' snickers today.

I signed my offer letter a couple of weeks ago. The only people who knew before today were people that a huge gossiper in HR told. Just what feels like a natural career progression for me. I've pretty much been doing the new job for a while now already. The title change just gives me the acknowledgement. :)  Otherwise, not a huge deal. Although I'm already bragging about getting two computer monitors in place of one.  Count'em..TWO! I'm ballin'.

Here's more from Mike Epps show. Part of a long bit about sex & marriage.   NSFW.

Pedestrian

Last night, a blog visitor wrote that my posts have become monotonous and simplistic and somewhat uninspiring (okay, that last part is just how it floated around in my head), favoring iPhotos of shoes and food over prose. 

I hope I don't disappoint you, readers.  I hadn't considered that I might.  But...

Last week I worked 13-hour shifts. I had separate conversations with every front line employee. 2500 employees.  At the end of every night, I sat in my car for a few minutes to let the adrenalin wear off. My mouth and eyes were sore from smiling for 13 hours.  I was grumpy and fell asleep a few times waiting for my car to warm up. 

My interest in any additional discussions was gone.  I didn't want to talk about anything serious or important. I just wanted to shoot zombies on Steam.

This week, I'm planning three huge employee holiday parties with the limited budget of $150k. I'm introducing a corporate newsletter on Monday. I'm mulling over a job offer for a position that no one knows exists. By the time I get home, I'm all talked out and brain-dead.  I have neither the inclination or interest in discussing ...well, anything. 

I meant for this blog to be my trapper keeper (remember those?) for silly YouTube videos and the rare rant. Its still startling to me that anyone will actually anticipate any sort of posts.  But I'll try to come up with something interesting enough to write about.  Until then, I'll try to keep the photo blasts to a minimum.

Edited 11.28.13 for clarity.

 

Happy Turkey Day!

 

Oh hello!  Fell asleep trying to organize the closets. I got mad and threw a bunch of clothes on the floor. I think they're still there, but I'm too lazy to roll over and look.

 

lol 

 

Got a few Turkey Day dinner invites.  Gonna barge in to a few family gatherings and grab free food.

 

Is Starbucks open today?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is is Legal to Marry a Restaurant?

NSFW

3rd stumble of the day. Shoes are decidedly not safe for work.
 

 

RoboCop 2014

New and improved.  This looks GOOD.

 

 

 



 

 

 

#nothingbeatsscifi

My Presenter Thingy Died

It was my favorite one. It had a red laser pointer, dammit. Looks like the battery compartment is corroded. 

Ordering a new one. 

Currently singing a Mariah Carey tune to my dead presenter. 

No, litereally. My coworker just asked why there are candles all over my desk. 

I can't liiiive...
If living is without yooou!
I can't giiiiive...
I can't give anymoooore!
*sob*

Rest in peace, PowerPoint Presenter Thingy.

 

Lunch Appt.

Fries and Men

Twerking Dog

Way more rhythm than me.

It's Only Logical

Let's be honest...Shouldn't Star Trek be the deal of every day?

*$'s

GAH! I'm almost out! Somebody help me!!

AMC Theater

Sitting next to some chick with her shoes off and a giant hole in her dirty socks and stinky ass feet.

 

 

 

Dump Cake

I wonder if I can just dump the actual cake box into the pan. 

#bestinventionsincethemicrowave

Last Chance Surveys

For the employees who were off. 

We got booted from the fancy room to the back of the lunchroom because of a 1200pp wedding. 

Stupid weddings. 

The Boys from IT. Again.

The boys have been busy in my absence. They've kidnapped Robot and have been posting photos of him in various places around the building all week.

To Brad: It. Is. On.

For Iram

I already purchased my ticket last week for this Saturday at 4pm.

 

There are still a few seats left, though. I'm in D12. There's an available seat right behind me.

 

Come! You can kick my seat and throw popcorn at me! Then we can check out that new Black Rock place, and drool over Jimmy Choo shoes at Somerset.

 

 

Surveys Part Deux

Done. 

Finish cup of pink lemonade, check. Log computers off, check. Dim lights, check. 

The lights console is the most complicated gadget ever. Like twenty unlabeled switches!

I just moved them around until stuff got dark. 

#couldveblownupthebuilding

Iyashii

Japanese ESL chef prefers Chinese coworker's assistance with survey language over my translation.  News at 11 on the AMD network ("America's Most Dissed"). 

#baka

Engagement Surveys

es Day three of working til midnight. Tonight, to help employees complete an annual engagement survey. Previously, the survey was done manually/paper, but conversations with employees and focus groups told me that they didn't feel the surveys were confidential. So this year, 2800 employees will take a new online version, which I've been drafting for weeks now. Funny, it took a month to create, but only takes 1-2 minutes to compplete.  I had a few coding issues with ip addy and dumping the data correctly, but alls good now and we're ready to rock. Steady flow of 1400 employees tonight, another 1400 tomorrow night. 

#letsdothis

And that, random visitors, may be the most boring blog post you've ever stumbled upon. 

家族性

I'm Facebook-stalking my mom until she speaks to me.  She posted family photos for a comparison game. 

I don't see it. 



My father holding me - versus - me holding my nephew.



 

Power's Out

Strong winds.  On the upside, my room smells like peaches.

"Good sleeping weather", my grandmother would call it. 

Dead Your damn self.

Okay, that's my third and final attempt to win the weekly Dead Yourself contest.  sigh.

 

It's a cool Facebook app, though. Except all of my Facebook peeps are family, so bleh.

 

When will they do another "Win a Walk On Walker Role"?

Check it. The winner gets:

Prize: One (1) Grand Prize Winner and their guest (who must also be 18 years or older as of July 7, 2012) will be flown out (round trip) via an airline carrier of the Sponsor's sole choosing to Atlanta, Georgia where the Grand Prize winner (only) will have a walk on role as a "zombie" on an upcoming episode of The Walking Dead (to take place sometime in 2013, date to be determined). The Grand Prize winner's guest may accompany him or her to the set, but will not participate (in any capacity) with the walk on role. In addition, the Grand Prize Winner will receive 3 nights / 4 days stay at a hotel (location and hotel to be determined), ground transportation to and from the airport and, to and from the set, and $500 in cash or check.

Me want win!

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

Obligation

A blog post can be mightier than the sword, it seems.

I've written, deleted, rewritten, and held this post 3 or 4 times now. I wasn't in a mood to air my dirty laundry, and I still don't think I can fully explain my thoughts. But it's 7am, and I'm still awake.  Now's as good a time as any.

In the interest of my resolution to improve my character and (more importantly) help the random visitor who may also be dealing with their own family fiascos, I'm editing this post now, for the last time - removing the curse words, removing some stuff for brevity - and posting it.

So a simple statement included in a recent post has caused a whirlwind of drama in my family.  Well, okay, it wouldn't be drama if I simply shut up about it, but still. Drama.  Every day for two weeks now, I've had this burning hole in my chest that feels like a giant wormhole sucking my energy into some other dimension.

I didn't confess to robbing a bank. I didn't say I was pregnant.  I didn't murder anybody.

I simply wrote: "I have an appointment for a tattoo today."

 

And so it began.

Here's how this fiasco went down.  My mother read my post and ftfo'd. She told my brother.  My brother has his own family, but enjoys the high he gets from pretending to be all paternal in the absence of an actual HOH ("head of household"). So my brother left a voicemail message simply saying, "Mia, you will not get a tattoo."

I was raised to believe that I belong to my immediate family under the guidance of the family's HOH, until I have an HOH of my own.  That's a super simplified explanation, but going into the cultural and religious interpretations would take forever, and readers still may not understand.   But basically, to tattoo or permanently mar my body as I am now could be considered disrespectful to a future husband. A dutiful unmarried daughter is a solid (clean) frame that supports the foundation of a strong family.

Now, let me tell you how it really is. I put myself through 100 years of college in the States without financial aid or assistance from you.  I've received 3 promotions in the last six years and "employee of the year" three times now. I handle the bookkeeping and staffing for Doddy's business.  I am honored and obliged by Ototo to maintain our property here. The financial obligations, the home maintenance, all me.  I've abandoned a relationship for my family. When Sobo became ill, I was the best equipped to nurse her. And I did. My entire life was dedicated to making her as comfortable as possible.  I handle the financial obligations for the nihon kaoku no.  I just bought you a new car. I'm the emergency contact for every member of our immediate family.

Am I not dutiful, Okaasa?  What did you imagine would happen when I gravitated toward Doddy's behaviors then?  He couldn't go fishing or work on that giant old Dodge or drink with his buddies or play at that smoky, cramped club without me tagging along. Did you really think I wouldn't grow up to be strong-willed and self-reliant in his shadow?

And how does it feel to have all of your pruning - the piano and the opera and the skating lessons - seemingly ineffective against chosen learned behaviors?

One truth is clear: you cannot continue to feign an aversion to my stances wholly supported by a culture in which you placed me over 20 years ago. And I grow tired of having my sister and my differences pointed out for me.

So, which is it? Should I continue to honor and support my family in every way I conceivably can, or would you simply prefer an empty frame?

 

 

A post is mightier than a sword

Stuffed

If I weren't wearing pantyhose, I would rest my hand inside my skirt like Al Bundy. 

Houndstooth

Rockin' it old skool, yo.

 

 

 

Life of the Party

Can coupledom really be this awesome? That's what I want when I grow up and have to get married.

They're so funny.  I can't stop laughing.  They have to be the life of every party they attend.

I seriously can't stop laughing.

#greatestcoupleaward

Get out of the WAAYY

Deer? C'mon. Really?

What's next...a sharknado?  

MOOOOVE.


#lateforworkandnoonewillbelievethis


Edited 11.14.13 9:04am - added embedded video

 

 



Played this the rest of the way to work. Now stuck in my head.

The boys from IT

Really, Brad...REALLY?

Don't you and Jason have more important things to do, like crash a server or misspell user account names?

 

 

(But thank you for the Pepsi. lol)

Working Late

My coworkers think they're funny. 

 

 

 

Collateral Fun

I recently drafted some sample logos for a newish exec who is starting his own company. The samples were just a starting point, just to see if any of them were headed in the right direction. He's  really pleased, and we're narrowing it down.

My question: He wants to pay me. Everyone always wants to pay me for design stuff. I don't want money. This takes maybe five minutes away from what I'm doing, and it's way more fun. 

How can I get out of it? He's pretty insistent. I'm only allowing him to treat me to dinner after work today, only because we're going over the logos. But I really, really don't want to be paid for stuff like this.  But I can't seem to stress it enough.



Gangsta Squirrels

Where did all these squirrels come from??? And why so many types? And why are they mean?? What happened to the regular brown ones? Now we have black ones, grey ones, white ones ...wth. 

And they won't move out of the way when they cross your car. The opposite, in fact. They will run out just to stand in front if your car. And they're all over the place. 

The old school squirrels would at least study traffic a little and run out when the coast was clear. And if they happened to cut it close, they would go flying back into the bushes. And they were resilient. They would study your car while it flew over them, and quickly leap into the motor or spark plugs or the tire rod, you'd hear a couple of knocks, and next thing you would see is the squirrel waving goodbye as it sort of jogged away. 

Not the New G's. I counted 11 giant squirrels pimp-walking across the streets this morning. And unlike the OG's, the new bloods take their damn time. One stopped right in front of my car. I screeched to a halt, and he just stood there and stared at me in his leopard print cape and his fedora hat and his gargantuan gold medallion ring. He just stared. 

I'm not kidding. He stopped. I stopped. He stared. He went, "bitch, please". He threw up a gang sign, he pimpwalked off the road. I swear. All that was missing was the theme from Shaft.  

I have a theory. I think the New G's met the brown squirrels and they had a turf war. But the brown squirrels were too nice to fight, so they suffered a beat down, and now the grey and black and white gangsta squirrels own the hood. 

Waiting for Thor ...2?

Or is this one 2.5?

Quiet Morning

What a peaceful Sunday morning. Not even a car on the road.

New word: "Coneycap"

Met my homie downtown after karaoke for some American Coney Island.  I never know which one to go to - they're side by side. The diff is, American is more popular, but Lafayette Coney Island sells fries.

Cheap and greasy. This is living.

 

"Coneycap" = Nightcap of coney dogs

 

 

#goingtohatemyselfinthemorning

 

 

 

 



Heart of Detroit

Forget the stereotypes about Detroit - the crime and the indifference and the political drama. True Detroiters are heartwarming, soulful, generous people who'll give you the shirts from their backs and force feed you homemade food from their own kitchens.

 

It would be a shame to collectively identify an entire group of citizens by the desperate actions of a few shortsighted people among them.

 

 

 

At River Rhythm Fundraiser

...and silent auction. This should be fun. 

Where's the food?!

Edited on 11.09.13. Uploaded additional images.

Where's Robot?

Robot falls into candy death trap. News at 11. 

Best. Day. Ever.

I came back from a meeting this morning to find a giant bag of candy in my chair.

#bestrewardforattendingameetingever

So then I found out the all the food made for a cancelled banquet room order this morning is in the lunch room.  

#bestrandomlunchever