Jalen. He's pretty rough around the edges these days. To say the least.
He normally doesn't have his tongue sticking out though - don't worry.
He had just woken up.
He's still happy and purring and cuddley, it's just that he's also
clumpy and dirty and stiff, and baths don't fix it. I hate leaving
for work for fear that he'll die that day, while I'm away.
It sucks having geriatric pets. We've been through this before.
On a lighter note! Sally
got a super haircut! She told her hairdresser that she could give her any
cut she wanted! That's because she's shaving her head next week - one of
her friends has breast cancer and they're doing a solidarity shave.
Okay that wasn't really a lighter note. It was supposed to be.
I'm eating a Toblerone
and I love Toblerone bars! Yayy! Chocolate! Lighter note!!
04-27-05 Hey if someone has an extra Flickr Pro invite, can you please send
it to porkbone at comcast dot net?
the neighbor's turtle, Eddie. This is Mr. Turtle, who lives with
I know it isn't exactly who
you were asking for, but this picture? LOVE LOVE LOVE. The claws!
The smirk! The long legs! You couldn't make a better muppet. And the
fish are just there because I love my fish.
I was all crafty but I can't really talk about it yet. I can tell
you that I
rock, though. Further rockage will have to wait.
Yesterday Caitlin went out to run some errands for work, and she called
me from her cell to say "OHMYGOD LOOK OUT THE WINDOW IT'S ENCINO
MAN" and I grabbed my camera and ran to the window - sure enough
- here he is. He walks FAST. I had to skip over to Mary's window to
get a picture and Mary said "What are you doing?!?" and
I said "Uh, taking a picture of the barefoot caveman dude."
Like that made sense.
Do you remember when Us magazine did that article about the dude at
the Olympics in Greece who looked like Brad Pitt with dreads? Then
a few weeks later they exposed who the guy really was? And he's a
guy who wears a fanny pack? Does anyone remember this?
Well anyway the Encino Man looked like the guy-who-looked-like-Brad-Pitt-with-dreads-if-he-was-shorter-and-wore-a-fanny-pack.
Then today Todd W's mouse
finally arrived and he was happy to get rid of his old mouse that worked,
but worked suckily. I'm unloading the supplies in the supply closet and
he saunters over to throw the sucky mouse in the pile with the other computer
parts and I said "Isn't that mouse sucky?" and he said "Well,
yeah, but it still works" and I said "Why would we keep a sucky
mouse? They cost ten bucks! It needs to be destroyed so no one accidentally
ends up with a sucky mouse" and he got this Office Space glint in his
eye and grabbed a hammer. So I ran over to my desk and exclaimed to Caitlin
and Lauren "Todd's gonna kill a mouse with a hammer!"
and skipped off with my camera in my hand, and left Caitlin and Lauren with
horrified expressions on their faces.
Cary and Todd did good work, by the way. And Caitlin and Lauren got over
Saturday was rather nice as well
up early-ish to meet up with the knitting girls at Starbucks and finally
finish Shane's scarf (then I finish Mom's scarf). Yayy! Scarves! Just
in time for summer! Unfortunately finishing Shane's scarf is easier
said than done. Well that's not really true. It's easily said and
done, but it's time consuming because I have to sew in all of the
ends, and when you do stripes, there's two ends for each stripe. And
that adds up. And I have little patience as it is. Especially for
a scarf that's taking as long to finish as it took to knit.
But it was nice to catch up with the girls.
After this I met with the Seattle Photobloggers at Carkeek Park.
Man, you guys, I took
a ton of pictures today. If you want to see the bunch of us at
Carkeek Park today, see the
whole batch on Flickr. Much, much better pictures were taken by Steve
- see his pictures here.
(Hey other people that were with us today? If/when you load your pictures
from today, can you put the link in the comments? Thanks.)
After this I chilled at home for a while then we headed across the street
to Kim & Bruce's for dinner with friends. We also celebrated Patty's
birthday! And discussed outsider
art, Donald Trump's hair, and Sean as much as we could.
Todd's pretty excited
because he know where he's gonna be on May 21st - the Sri
Chinmoy Harmony Concert! Playing the flute! And the thingie! Sad that
you're missing out? You can listen to Sri Chinmoy music here.
We walked to the new Blue C Sushi in University Village to have some sushi
on a conveyor belt (not to be confused with Tsunami
Sushi in Vancouver, where they feature a floating
bar with the sushi on boats!)*
those of you who know me know that I don't like sushi! But it was
sushi on a conveyor belt! Who could miss that?! Besides, when they
were walking out the office, they asked if I wanted to join them,
and I was all "meh... sushi" and Andrew said "It's
okay! They have food for white people too!" and then I decided
to go. I'm so glad I did.
See those circles on the wall on the left? Each circle has a price
in the center of it. When you grab a plate off the conveyor belt,
the color of the plate determines the price. Some plates are $1.75,
others are up to $4.25. Some plates just have one cookie or a cream
puff on them. Funny!
Hot sushi on candles
See that button on the
bottom left, in the metal? When you tap that button it becomes a blue light
and a server comes to your table.
I tried sushi! I didn't
like it! But I tried it! I think I could sorta maybe handle it if you aren't
supposed to eat the whole thing in one bite. I still found lots of yummy
food though - they had edamame (soybeans) and fried tofu sushi and sesame
noodles and panko fried fish and tempura veggies. I could have grabbed another
four little plates if I wasn't full. Plus I was getting dessert.
When your table is done eating you stack all the plates and the server counts
how many plates you have of each color and writes the total.
On the walk back to work
we visited with a Cavalier
King Charles puppy! It was so cute! But Todd had my camera so I didn't
get a picture of him.
work I went to the Fiber
Gallery's Invite Only sale, for the 50 best customers of the year
(I'm embarrassed to say - I was one of them) and rifled through some
yarn and patterns while enjoying the free appetizers. Then I stopped
by Ken's Market to buy some broccoli and came home just in time for
Sean to finish dinner.
After dinner, Shane came
home and proclaimed it was "Party Time!" and unpacked his booze
to make us a smashing pitcher of Sangria, made with the rum he bought, plus
other stuff he found in our kitchen, including some red wine, some fresh
pineapple, and frozen strawberries. This was awful so he added
the juice of a fresh orange. This was more awful, so he asked us
if we'd be okay with him dumping the whole pitcher of it down the drain,
and since I don't really drink alcohol and Sean doesn't like Sangria (not
that it was really Sangria!), we were okay with it. Shane, on the other
hand, was quite dejected. Apparently this had been his spectacular plan
for quite some time. Which for Shane means probably about 7 minutes.
*Totally weird - I was doing a search on Flickr for the floating sushi bar
at Tsunami Sushi and came across those photos and thought I'd look through
the other photos by these people - and lo and behold - I saw Stephanie!
With her girlfriend Michelle! Wow! It doesn't say their names but I know
it's them! I used to go to Stephanie's site before it went off the air a
couple years ago. And I visited her once at Urban Fare. Man. Small
been sunny! And Adrianne
before you get mad, consider that it was gorgeous in February
into the first week of March, totally throwing us off, then the weather
plunged back down to its usual Seattle-rainy-cold-windy weather. It
was such a tease! But now the sun is out again and nobody wants to
take it for granted.
Kyle was visiting for lunch and we were discussing the architecture
firm where he had his second interview, and he really liked this firm
out of all the firms he interviewed at, and the table kept referring
Associates and this flew right over my head. Then Andrew said
"who interviewed you?" (the world of architects is tiny)
and Kyle said "Scott
LaBenz" and I yelled "SCOTT
(visiting JA), Lauren,
Me, Cary, Andrew, Sara
slapped the table. Then I did it again "SCOTT
LABENZ!" and I was really much more excited than
I should have been because, like I said, it's not that incredible
that I knew Scott LaBenz. So they're all looking at me like "yessss?"
and then I realized I was a dork and said "I know him."
But man for a second there, it was like
the most incredible fluke in the world and I was
totally jazzed about it.
(And Kyle got the job, too!)
Last night was the Seattle
Blogger Meetup, which I went to briefly while Sean madedinner.*
It's a combination of computer geeks and blog geeks. I adore them.
think I've spent more time with my co-workers this month than I have
for the past three years put together. Not that it's necessarily bad,
but I feel the need to spend time with my other friends now.
I have other friends, don't I?
Ray and Mary are back from Mexico - I was hoping to blog about a big
party that we had at the office and set up a picture of a bunch of
us with a keg in the conference room, but I never got that organized.
(I was too busy! On a week that the bosses were away! What a waste!)
Shane's in town, therefore Sean and Shane are presently in the garage
refinishing the giant table. They do this for fun.
that concludes "Work Week".
04-17-05 Sean and I were lounging in bed Saturday morning and we heard this
woman's voice - it sounded like she was directly on the other side of our
She kinda was.
IN THE RAIN this time.
These people are DEDICATED to learning about our ditch, I tell ya. No tour
bus this time, just umbrellas.
IT'S A DITCH, PEOPLE. Ryan's First Birthday Party.
Lauren's Going Away Lunch at Ruby Restaurant
Brown is in town! And it was Lauren's last day at JA, so we decided
to take her to lunch. We made reservations at Ruby Restaurant.
I remembered this place as soon as I walked in - it's where I had
the vaginal mussels years
The server was fine - he did pretty good considering there were ten
of us. But then when we were finished, we sat there for quite a long
time with dirty dishes in front of us while the server smoked a cigarette
behind the bar.
I had to ask him to print our bill.
also asked him if we should just give him our credit cards and tell
him how much to put on them, and he said "Well, I really don't
want to run that many credit cards, I mean, I'll do one or two, but
no more than that." Which really had me floored, because is a
restaurant able to limit how many cards they'll take per transaction
if this rule isn't listed on the menu first (we weren't even asking
for seperate checks)?
THEN he brings the bill and it's $145 which seems WAY too high for
ten people eating $8 meals. So I ask him "Did you put your tip
on this?" and he says "Yes". But note that he didn't
write down that he put his tip on the bill - only what we ordered
and the total. So it seemed like he was hoping that
we wouldn't know that his tip was included and we would add a tip
on top of that. Which made me angry.
Plus, still - $145? Something wasn't sitting right.
I asked him for a copy of our check and he re-wrote it.
took it back to the office and added it up, and sure enough, we were overcharged
$14. So I called Ruby Restaurant. And he answered. And I asked to speak
to the manager. And he said "Why?" And I said "Because I
need to speak to the manager, please" and he said "What for?"
and I said "I'd like to make a complaint" and he said "Well
I can help you" and I said "No, actually, I asked for a manager"
and he said "We don't have a manager" and I said "Oh so you
just showed up one day and started working?" and he said "Pretty
much, yes" and I said "Can you give me the name of your manager?"
and he said "No, I'm afraid I can't do that" and this went on,
back and forth, for a few minutes, and finally I just hung up on him. Did
he think I wouldn't pursue this?
So Sean called much later that night to get the manager's name (who isn't
working until Tuesday - he also manages Flowers on the Ave.), and not only
am I asking that the $14 overcharge be credited, I'm also asking that the
21% tip be credited as well. Asshole.
P.S. For a restaurant to automatically add a tip to a check, it has to be
stated on an obvious sign in the facility or printed on their menu,
or it isn't legal. EDIT! I spoke to the manager today (Tuesday) and he listened to my whole
story and was genuinely horrified. He gave me $36 out of his pocket
- the amount that was overcharged and the whole tip. He also wrote me a
card for two free dinners.
I think our server will be out of a job.
I walked through the office giving everyone $4 back. (I had to go to the
bank to break it up into 36 ones!)
Abort Google Bomb attack.
Where I use a LOT of dashes
Going Away Get-Together # 3 Thursday evening. A bar in Fremont (a
neighborhood in Seattle) called Brouwer's.
Avoid it. Maybe they will be "ready" some day, but they
had been open for three weeks when we were there, and twice I heard
the server say "We don't have that in yet - we've only been open
for three weeks." This included his response to my request for
root beer. Root beer. There are plenty of distributors in
Seattle that can get some root beer stocked in a restaurant within
three weeks. Strange.
The fish & chips were doughy, Sean's long, skinny steak was such
a weird and chewy and stringy piece of meat, we referred to it as
"beef penis" (we were picking beef penis strings out of
our teeth for the next couple hours), and the majority of
the menu was heavy and show-offy. The frites were good but nothing
to rave about (meaning, nowhere near the perfection of Frites).
After we paid, the manager tried to save face by telling us that he'd
buy us a beer (mmm my favorite) next time we came in. No card, no
coupon, no discount given. Forget it.
Sara, Lauren M., and I, laughing
still had a good time though - good company. A few people tried the
beer wine. Strange. But I find all beer gross so whatever. (I will
be sad when Lauren Woodward leaves JA,
because we will no longer have a reason to go out 4 times a week.)
View of Seattle from Westlake Starbucks (on the way to the show)
Premiere? It's okay. Once they figure out how to run a venue, it could
be decent. In the meantime, they have two cutesy girls running the front
door for a big show, meaning ticket-holders were standing outside (it was
cold) for about 30-40 minutes before they could even walk in. One
big room with a bar/restaurant on the left side with windows/open spaces
along the left wall. Sound was okay. Decent amount of bathroom stalls.
But Throw Rag? Eee gad they were just so dumb
- I mean, I understand the concept of novelty bands (see:"Cake"
and "the 80's"), but opening for a good rock band like Queens
of the Stone Age? Wasteful. And embarrassing.
Man boobs were funny like, once. And the guy who played the washboard (I
am so not kidding) made a big deal of demonstrating his man boobs.
Fat is rarely funny. It worked for Chris Farley. Then he died
of a heart attack. And it wasn't even a hearty, rotund, Dan
Conner fat. It was a 40-year-old-still-trying-to-punk-out, simply-out-of-shape-from-too-much-Taco-Bell
fat. Then to annoy me more? They point it out on their website, like it's
claim to fame.
And they kept taking their clothes off, which is just childish.
Too bad, too - the lead singer is HOT.
here we've been, watching this dumb band play a loooooonnng opening
set, and then the stage change, then another sound check, then Queens
come on. Now, keep in mind, I had staked my claim to a Very Good Focal
Location, and had been standing there for well over an hour. And I
had cramps. And one song in, I gave up. I went into the separate room
to site down. And there was Sean. And he sat down with me. And there
we watched them through the window, sitting at a table, kinda nonchalant.
One of my favorite bands.
The keyboardist* drove
me crazy. She reminded me of a goth chick circa 1991. Tall, skinny, one
(dyed black) sideways ponytail and tight arm warmers and black eyeliner.
And doing this totally dorky spider-muppet neck-side-to-side Walk-Like-An-Egyptian
thing, and HELLLLOOOOO *keyboardist?!? In Queens of the Stone Age?
This plus Nick
Oliveri being replaced by "some dude" was just too much for
me. They sounded fine, the crowd loved `em, they rocked, and Sean and I
left. No reason, really, we just.... left. I'm jaded. And I was
tired. And a bit grumpy. And I had to work the next day. And I'm going to
see QOTSA again in like 7 weeks at End Fest.
As we walked out, I told Sean, "Geez, if I just walked out of Queens
of the Stone Age, I might as well just start having your babies."
Am I bitter? I don't know.