So, welcome to v
ersion 2.0! This week should be a fun one starting with a community holiday parade and a holiday party tomorrow, and some portraits in the days after.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Fresh new face for the blog
Project Interesting got me through some rough times, and I've made a friend out of it as well. All in all, Project Interesting = Project Successful. If it isn't obvious by the lack of posts for PI, I think its ran its course and has been done with for quite some time. This doesn't mean I don't ask for an interesting story whenever anyone asks for a cigarette, use my lighter, etc... I just am not excited about the half-assed stories I usually get. So! In the spirit of change and the pursuit of expanding my endeavors, I've decided to change the theme of this blog. Being that this is Floating Through Life, why not document the journey? I've been in the habit of uploading to facebook pictures of interesting tid bits that shine through the mundane of everyday life. Thinking about this, and the fact that somewhat frequently I shoot for my local paper, why not switch the blog over to somewhat of a photography blog??
So, welcome to v
ersion 2.0! This week should be a fun one starting with a community holiday parade and a holiday party tomorrow, and some portraits in the days after.
So, welcome to v
ersion 2.0! This week should be a fun one starting with a community holiday parade and a holiday party tomorrow, and some portraits in the days after.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Project Interesting
-Evan
After telling Evan my interesting story of how I snapped a roller derby girl's arm while arm wresting to get him thinking of his own, he stayed with the topic of pain to women. Its always funny how us 'gentlemen' treat the ladies like ladies, until an unexpected accident happens. Evan told me one time he was on the sports field at school with his lady friend at the time, where he saw her and proceeded to run up to her. He thought it would be a great idea to football tackle her (I suppose to show is excitement of seeing her). Of course this turned out to not go as planned. Evan took her down, as one would in a football tackle, but also cracked her rib(s). Awesome! He then broke into a second story dealing in pain. After enjoying some finger licking good hot wings with (help me here Evan if you read this) Dave's Hot Sauce. Apparently one of the hottest wings sauces around. Later that night he hung out with a lady friend of that time. As the night progressed, he began to stir her soup (stick with me here, if you can't figure it out... uhm.... just stick with me here). She told him it was hot and as most guys think, "totally hot! I know!" Not thinking hot like spicy hot. Finally it just got... too hot... and things weren't good for a few days to say the least.
-Cecile
Cecile, Cecile, Cecile... Good effort at least, and stepping up when no one else in your group of friends wanted to. Also following the pain theme. Cecile used to play field hockey. After games (did I get that right??), her and her team mates would hit the ball over to the bench. On one occasion, her pregnant coach was at the benches. Now this is where the story could have gone from interesting to epic, but unfortunately the story stays on the straight and narrow path. The ball hit the pregnant coach right in her bent over rear.
Moral of the stories?
Chicken wings taste great!
After telling Evan my interesting story of how I snapped a roller derby girl's arm while arm wresting to get him thinking of his own, he stayed with the topic of pain to women. Its always funny how us 'gentlemen' treat the ladies like ladies, until an unexpected accident happens. Evan told me one time he was on the sports field at school with his lady friend at the time, where he saw her and proceeded to run up to her. He thought it would be a great idea to football tackle her (I suppose to show is excitement of seeing her). Of course this turned out to not go as planned. Evan took her down, as one would in a football tackle, but also cracked her rib(s). Awesome! He then broke into a second story dealing in pain. After enjoying some finger licking good hot wings with (help me here Evan if you read this) Dave's Hot Sauce. Apparently one of the hottest wings sauces around. Later that night he hung out with a lady friend of that time. As the night progressed, he began to stir her soup (stick with me here, if you can't figure it out... uhm.... just stick with me here). She told him it was hot and as most guys think, "totally hot! I know!" Not thinking hot like spicy hot. Finally it just got... too hot... and things weren't good for a few days to say the least.
-Cecile
Cecile, Cecile, Cecile... Good effort at least, and stepping up when no one else in your group of friends wanted to. Also following the pain theme. Cecile used to play field hockey. After games (did I get that right??), her and her team mates would hit the ball over to the bench. On one occasion, her pregnant coach was at the benches. Now this is where the story could have gone from interesting to epic, but unfortunately the story stays on the straight and narrow path. The ball hit the pregnant coach right in her bent over rear.
Moral of the stories?
Chicken wings taste great!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Project Interesting
I've been slacking, but not, on Project Interesting. I've met a few people, they've told me a few interesting stories, but to me they just don't seem to be up to the magnitude of Project Interesting. Is it that I'm picky, hold high standards, or is it that I'm not a fan of "one-liners" as an interesting story? Dutch, if you ever read this... after your interesting story and reprieved interesting story... not that it wasn't epic (because both were epic for sure!), maybe they're just not the stories I'm looking for to share. But! Great bar stories!!!
I digress. Last night I met Sara, who just came from playing an acoustic set at Brittney's.
-Sara
After indulging in some libations with her friend some four years ago, they both agreed to visit Vietnam for a wildlife tour put on by the San Diego Zoo. Apparently a few apes and the giant squirrel was what there was to see. After a long day of walking and hiking up and down hills/mountains, Sara and her friend retreated back to their hotel where they remembered that the hotel had a $10 massage service (can you tell where this is going?). So the two of them ask how to get to the massage parlor on the 2nd floor since it wasn't accessible by the elevator (another yellow flag she told me she disregarded). So up the stairs they went and walked in. Inside the parlor, it was full of petite Vietnamese women in very skimpy almost lingerie "clothing." So the two were separated into their own private rooms and had a pleasant hour long massage (which supposedly the women walked on their back WHILE still massaging them!). At the end, the masseuse told Sara in very broken English "You shower with me now." So... she paid, tipped her another $10 dollars and booked it to the room.
Moral of the story? Hell if I know... I'm just glad I got a somewhat decent interesting story, not half-assed.
I digress. Last night I met Sara, who just came from playing an acoustic set at Brittney's.
-Sara
After indulging in some libations with her friend some four years ago, they both agreed to visit Vietnam for a wildlife tour put on by the San Diego Zoo. Apparently a few apes and the giant squirrel was what there was to see. After a long day of walking and hiking up and down hills/mountains, Sara and her friend retreated back to their hotel where they remembered that the hotel had a $10 massage service (can you tell where this is going?). So the two of them ask how to get to the massage parlor on the 2nd floor since it wasn't accessible by the elevator (another yellow flag she told me she disregarded). So up the stairs they went and walked in. Inside the parlor, it was full of petite Vietnamese women in very skimpy almost lingerie "clothing." So the two were separated into their own private rooms and had a pleasant hour long massage (which supposedly the women walked on their back WHILE still massaging them!). At the end, the masseuse told Sara in very broken English "You shower with me now." So... she paid, tipped her another $10 dollars and booked it to the room.
Moral of the story? Hell if I know... I'm just glad I got a somewhat decent interesting story, not half-assed.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Copied from my facebook
-Ray
While waiting for rush hour to subside, I frequented the pub across the street from work, where I met Ray. He came back from a Safari hunting trip in Zimbabwe just last month. Apparently he had to reschedule his trip from June originally back to May because of the World Cup in South Africa. South African Air had doubled its price from a mere $1,500 to over $3,000 a ticket, and you needed to purchase a ticket to the games as well (is that allowed?!). Armed with a .30-06 and a .375 Magnum, he trekked into the Safari to hunt Cape Buffalo, Bontebok, Eland, and Warthog. Ray explained to me that the Cape Buffalo are one of the most dangerous animals, and most dangerous animals to hunt in the bush. They are extremely thick skinned and if not instantly killed with a well placed shot to the heart, these beasts will charge at you even while you are firing 4 or 5 more shots right at it. Once the game was gathered, the meat was distributed to the local tribes. The tour guides were tipped, estimated at 3 months their salary. While listening to his story, I plowed through the wings of the "pathetic" chicken.
Today's interesting story was mildly interesting. I picked up two slugs today after work, and the man who sat upfront was quite the chatty Cathy. I don't know whether it was a good idea or not to get him started. Mr. Wilson went on and on about how he is at first a ruthless manager, then a very stand-back and let you work independently manager. I know... not so interesting, huh? The lady in the back seat quickly withdrew herself from the conversation as soon as she realized how stagnant this was becoming while leaving me to listen to his managerial drivel. Argh... I everyday isn't going to be prolific. Fingers crossed for a better tomorrow.
So I've slacked off on my project of one new and random person's interesting story once a day project. Mostly because I've been working hellatious hours at work since Bret got into his "motorcycle" wreck. After spending some time with him today and getting him groceries, I was off to spend some social time with a group of friends. I figured... great time to make up for lost story time. As it turns out, I got a two-for tonight!
-Dyana
After chatting about Metalocalypse and the phrase "its dildos", Pat's vs. Geno's cheesesteaks, she got on the topic of Jenkem. For those of you who do not know what Jenkem is (me neither before this); here you go: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jenkem . Purportedly Jenkem is a hallucinogenic concoction derived from the fermentation of human/animal sewage. Apparently her boyfriend at the time (who is straight edge and did not partake) decided to piss/shit in a bottle, let it ferment, and see if he could make his own Jenkem. Rad!
-Jessica
For all you pot heads, this one might spark your interest! Out of Jessica's many jobs, she used to gather bands' riders (the band's needs from equipment to green-only m&m's, etc.). Once she had Willie Nelson's rider. The item that truly stuck out in Willie's rider was Aloe Vera juice/water. Not a certain type of cannabis, but on the same topic. Apparently Willie Nelson HAS to smoke his herbal inspiration from a bong with, not water but, Aloe Vera water.
Thank you Woodbridge, VA for the interesting stories!
While waiting for rush hour to subside, I frequented the pub across the street from work, where I met Ray. He came back from a Safari hunting trip in Zimbabwe just last month. Apparently he had to reschedule his trip from June originally back to May because of the World Cup in South Africa. South African Air had doubled its price from a mere $1,500 to over $3,000 a ticket, and you needed to purchase a ticket to the games as well (is that allowed?!). Armed with a .30-06 and a .375 Magnum, he trekked into the Safari to hunt Cape Buffalo, Bontebok, Eland, and Warthog. Ray explained to me that the Cape Buffalo are one of the most dangerous animals, and most dangerous animals to hunt in the bush. They are extremely thick skinned and if not instantly killed with a well placed shot to the heart, these beasts will charge at you even while you are firing 4 or 5 more shots right at it. Once the game was gathered, the meat was distributed to the local tribes. The tour guides were tipped, estimated at 3 months their salary. While listening to his story, I plowed through the wings of the "pathetic" chicken.
Today's interesting story was mildly interesting. I picked up two slugs today after work, and the man who sat upfront was quite the chatty Cathy. I don't know whether it was a good idea or not to get him started. Mr. Wilson went on and on about how he is at first a ruthless manager, then a very stand-back and let you work independently manager. I know... not so interesting, huh? The lady in the back seat quickly withdrew herself from the conversation as soon as she realized how stagnant this was becoming while leaving me to listen to his managerial drivel. Argh... I everyday isn't going to be prolific. Fingers crossed for a better tomorrow.
So I've slacked off on my project of one new and random person's interesting story once a day project. Mostly because I've been working hellatious hours at work since Bret got into his "motorcycle" wreck. After spending some time with him today and getting him groceries, I was off to spend some social time with a group of friends. I figured... great time to make up for lost story time. As it turns out, I got a two-for tonight!
-Dyana
After chatting about Metalocalypse and the phrase "its dildos", Pat's vs. Geno's cheesesteaks, she got on the topic of Jenkem. For those of you who do not know what Jenkem is (me neither before this); here you go: http://en.wikipedia.org/wi
-Jessica
For all you pot heads, this one might spark your interest! Out of Jessica's many jobs, she used to gather bands' riders (the band's needs from equipment to green-only m&m's, etc.). Once she had Willie Nelson's rider. The item that truly stuck out in Willie's rider was Aloe Vera juice/water. Not a certain type of cannabis, but on the same topic. Apparently Willie Nelson HAS to smoke his herbal inspiration from a bong with, not water but, Aloe Vera water.
Thank you Woodbridge, VA for the interesting stories!
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