Eh, Take off you knob.

I was looking through my web referals and i found that I had been linked to by a http://family-nudist-pictures3737.blogspot.com/

Sure, it was probably thanks to the blogger bar but still...

There's one post, which aparently is posted in August of 2006. hmm.

The worst part is they don't even have any nudist pictures!

Oh well.

My blog's been kind of neglected lately, and I'm sorry about that. My google ads have been too, because my last post must have confused it something terrible. Only been PSAs, and therefore no money for me. I'll live.

I wouldn't really be writing right now, except that I heard that Hunter S. Thompson killed himself.

This was devistating. I mean, sure, I only know about the guy from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. But that was a really good movie! He is also the basis for the character Duke from the Doonesbury comic strip.

Yeah. Go drugs.

Moving on, who'd like an Ed picture update? I know you would, let's get cracking.

Last I left you, I had just gone down to Palm Desert. So, now here is everything since then.

There's the plane I flew in.


My fro and the back of the plane.


The city of San Francisco!


The pool. Mmmm...


Hey, it's grandma! With cankersores...um. eww.


There I am with a terrible smile on my face.


And my grandpa.


Dad showing us his poison oak.


Dad's poison oak getting worse.


You can tell he's in pain.


There's an example of how swolen his elbow was. Sorry it's shirtless.


Mountain and clouds.

I took that one as we left to go to breakfast and a kind of arts and crafts and sunglasses and golf equipment fair. And, well. It's a huge yuppie fair. Lots of old people. One thing I did while there was take a bunch of random pictures. Not even looking at what i was taking a picture of, just holding the camera at my thigh and pressing the button.

I took that one at random.

Isn't that amazing? An ass shot at random? Totally. Well, enjoy it you preverts out there. But if there's one thing I hate, it's a visual panty line. Course there are a lot of things I hate so...

Moving on.

Dad and I, you can kind of see the fair in the background.


Random


Random toe socks.


Random Grandpa! There's grandpa on the right.


OH MY GOD! Tinkerbell is too fucking sexy. I'd lay on that beach towel any day...Man...*shakes head*

Baloon!

So then we went back to my uncle's second home. And I took some pictures through my sunglasses, so you can see the world with my eyes. Through Rose Colored Glasses, as it were.

Mom, dad, grandma and grandpa.

But then we had to go home, sadly. But not before I saw another baloon.

Windmills on the way out of palm springs.


Sunset on the road.

Then we made the long trip, but as the sun was down I put my camera away. I watched 4 or 5 good episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation in the back seat. Had a good time with that. Made a stop at the Harris Ranch and didn't even notice the rancid cow smell that usually goes with the stop there. I ate a steak. This is a big deal for me, cause I usually dont. I still cant get used to the idea of meat that is still pink on the inside. It freaks me out... Oh well. Then we got home not too long after that.

Dad's poison oak getting worse.


And mom. Looking, i dunno. Not great but, meh...

And this is last weekend. I didn't even go over what happened this weekend. I will be sure to do that in my next blog post. I will cover seeing angela perform. And, um. Shit, I guess that's all that happened.

お大尽

When I was a little boy, my family and I were on a plane at least once a year. As I got older, our other-stately visits weren't as frequent. I can remember, back when I was in the age range of 4-7, I was afraid of the man on the back of an alaska airlines airplane. I can remember a dream I had, where I was looking out of the window of an airplane, at a cliff, and sitting on the cliff were two lion looking creatures with the face of the alaska airlines mascott. So yeah, it was kind of creepy.

Hey, the flight attendant just gave me a tiny bag of Fisher Pretzels MINIS and a small glass of coke. *sips* Ahhh.

Yes, I am on an airplaine. Alaska Airlines flight 187. Wait, is that a bad sign? Was that dream I had back in the day some sort of omen? I have no idea. I'm not really a superstitious person though, so I'm not worried. Damn that coke is good. *snorts* Ahhh...

This is probably the shortest flight I've ever had the pleasure of riding. Like 1:01 flying time.

Now gangsta ass niggas come in all shapes and colors, some got killed in the past. Oh, last night I put a bunch of songs from my old computer onto this one. So I'm enjoying them. Ghetto Boys- Damn It Feels Good To Be a Gangster is what I just quoted, no I'm not a racist. I'm just quoting.

So what did I do to get here? Hey didn't I say I'd make a post about my last day in Lake Tahoe last week? Okay so I lied, I'm going to make it tonight. I can't really find my reference images while I'm on the plane, I'll have to wait 'till I get off the plane.

*Eats final Pretzels MINI and gulps down the last of soda* Ahhhhh.

As I look out the window, I can not see anything...I imagine the Pacific Ocean is over there, somewhere...

So wait, you might ask, "where the hell you going?" to that I'd say "Back up in yo' ass with the Resurrection."

Then I'd apologize, clear my throat, and say that I was going to visit my grandparents who are currently vacationing in Palm Springs, California. Mom and dad are already down there, enjoying themselves I'm sure. You know what sucks? It rained while they were there. Ain't that some shit? You go to the desert and it rains!? That's bullshit. Of course, before I got on the plane the lady said that the weather was all clear. At least for now. Should be interesting to see a wet desert.

Looking out the window a little closer, I can see some lights. I don't think those are boats. I can only imagine that now we are flying over the Central Valley, and that some pissant podunk town way out in the farmlands of California. I must say, 1 hour flight vs. 8 hour drive is really the way to go...wait though, maybe that's not...Damnit. I cant see down there. Some clouds are in the way.

Ooo turbulence. I like turbulence. As long as it's not the kind that'll like, kill you and crash the plane, I like it. It's like a roller coaster ride.

Woah, that's no hick town...there are quite a few lights over there...Not big enough to be anything really big though, it's not LA. I wonder if we'll even fly over LA. I kind of hope so, I don't know much about LA. It's a city that intrigues me. Damn my sentences are choppy tonight. I can't help it, this is what happens when you write down what you see out of the window. I guess my writing is always like this. If I really cared I could probably fix that...I'm not really paying attention to what i'm writing, I’m just staring out the window. If my writing has a lot of typos, that's why...

Damn! That fucking stewardess just threw away my cup with three ice cubes in it. I wasn't finished with that. I like ice. Oooh more turbulence. We're definitely not over the ocean.

I think I'm done with what of the post I'm going to write on the plane. Next time I write, I will be in (hopefully) sunny Palm Desert. We can hope, Eh?

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Ahh, this is pretty weird. It’s all foggy out there. It looked like we were in fricking Los Angeles. Slick all over, wet and so on. It was cool though.

I’m now sitting in a chair in my uncle’s uh, winter? Summer? His house in Palm Desert. Pictures of this place will have to wait for another day, but, speaking of pictures, doesn’t that sound like a good time to recap what’s gone on in the last week or so? I do. So you do too, darnit.

As you recall I’m sure, we were in Lake Tahoe last weekend, and the morning we left, dad said “let’s go check out Nevada.” Maybe not in those words, but we did just that.

"Look, there’s a cash machine! Let’s play it!"

There is something really addictive about the sound a big hall filled with slot machines sound. I loved it. It honestly made me want to put a buck in one, but I resisted. Somehow.

Then we went to eat breakfast or something like that, and I saw something that shocked me.

Because we were in Nevada, it was legal to smoke. In a restaurant even! I’ve never even seen that in California. But weird, man.

Then we went home. Yeah, no real big story. We party shuffled the whole way home.

When we got home, we saw a sight.

Whoo sunset.

So, that night, while we were driving down from Lake Tahoe, my cousin Trissy, her friend and two stray dogs were hitch-hiking in some truck driver’s Semi-trailer. They were sleeping and the guy turned into a giant dick, and kicked them out in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, aka Bakersfield, California. So then my other cousin, Shauna—Trissy’s half sister—drove down to Bakersfield, which is no short ride by the way, and gave them a ride back to Slow-noma. I mean, Sonoma.

So then I go to school the next day, and mom asks if I want to go visit them up there, I say okay…

We go up there, and dad is building a fence in their back yard. Oh man, wait till you see how my dad looks now. He looks like a freaking burn victim. He got poison oak real bad, putting that fence in.

The weird part was, Trissanne and her friend were very rude the whole time we were there. They sat on my brand new glasses! I had a real bad day that day.

The gist of it was I was ignored by 3 women all day. And sure, maybe I’m related to two of them, and sure they’re all a bit older than me. But damnit I was still ignored, and it’s not good for a young man’s ego to be ignored by multiple women. And I didn’t get any kanji practice in. 私は幸せなかった。

Trissy playing Mario.

Here we all are.

And the next day, my mom and dad left for Palm Desert without me, cause I had school and a plane ticket for palm springs on Friday. So I got the house to myself for a while there. There’s something really nice about coming home from work, looking at your homework and pulling a Dude moment, and just say fuck it. I did that, watched The Big Lebowski, 千と千尋の神隠し (Spirited Away), and then Finding Nemo. And then before I went to bed, I got a phone call from the W. It was interesting, to say the least. Don’t really need to go into it now though.

And this brings me to today. The phone call with the W kept me up till 1:30 and I only got 4 hours sleep. All day I’ve been tired, nodding, ready to pass out. I made it though. I finished my Kanji test, and walked out to the train.

Does this mean that adults love to play in the sand too?


There’s nothing cool from that angle.

I got to the BART, and I saw this. This looks like an interesting movie.

I could be a movie star.


I don’t know why but this reminds me of a fat John Cusack.

Hey look, a tarmac.

Coming up next week: Just what went down in the desert. Look forward to it!

Make the bastard chase you, he will follow.

Me about 4 years ago. In Wisconsin.

It's not every day you cross a state line. Tonight's blog post is a special one, and I hope you're ready for a ride.

Before we get into anything, let's go back about a week to see what I was up to.

If you remember a couple weeks ago, I went to San Francisco for Peggy's Birthday, and at the birthday, Peggy's former Husband Bernard (or is it Keith? I don't know. Do YOU care? Probably not.) and he brought along the parents of this mentally disabled guy he takes care of sometimes and that guy's parents. Then those people heard my dad is a handy-man and decided to hire him to fix up their house so they could sell it or some shit. So, they called him to go up there and look at their house. So he did. And he dragged me along.

We made a stop at A&W.

So he looked in there. And they asked me to try and help them with their computer. Why do you buy a computer if you don't use it? I don't get that. If you don't have any use for it, why even buy it? It's an expensive investment if all you want to do is e-mail. You can e-mail for free at any library in the US. They have these little machines that do just e-mail. You don't need a fucking iMac. And I'm not talking about one of those new cheap imacs either, I'm talking about an old ass CRT monitor imac. Worthless. Anyway...

Then my aunt angie came over, with some bright idea for scripts and stuff, and talked me into buying this program for her, which I think I already mentioned.

But then, we we went out to get me new clothes! I mean, I just made a comment to my mom "my pants aren't going to last too long" and she's like, "well shit! let's go shopping!" so we did. And I got a couple pairs of pants and like three shirts. Which was nice.

The only place I seem to be able to buy clothes is at the Big and Tall store in Emeryville. Do you know what else is in Emeryville?

(I was in the back seat of a moving car, give me a break)

Pixar Animation studios. Yep. I love Pixar.

After this, we went to Juan's Place in Berkeley, and it was nice.

Angie and Mom outside of Juan's.


Juan's entrance.

And that was nice. Then we went home. End of that chapter.

The next day school started. My classes are okay. I had to go to Japan town on foot to buy my Kanji books, but it was fun. Too bad I didn't have my camera. That was a long day though.

Hey before I forget, recently my mom has tried to stop my dad's cursing by telling him, "I don't mind your cursing but your mother will." Since my mom's vacation is next week, they're going to drive down to Palm Desert to visit my dad's parents. Since my mom's vacation started after work on friday, they decided to do something else too.

Hey that sounds like a good segue.

We went to Lake Tahoe! Whoo!
In case you don't know, Lake Tahoe is on the eastern center of California (western corner of Nevada).

See it there?

It's one of the deepest lakes in the united states, and it's really, really blue.

This was the first snow I saw on our trip.

I don't know about some of my readers here, but snow for me is pretty rare. I'm more used to stuff more like this:

Yeah...

So it's a treat!

This is what I woke up to. Just amazing.


My mom. I know ya'll aren't too interested in my family, so I tried to maybe make the picture a little more interesting.


Burger Spa. Boy, I'd want to eat there.

Just down the street from the Burger Spa was a place. A building that once held the place where my parents were married 20 years ago. It's now a lingerie (thanks to KW for the spelling) store. last time we drove by it, it was a boot store. How many married couples can say that?

Lake Tahoe is beautiful though.


Mom, Irene and dad.

We went to this place called Emerald Lake, which is attached to lake tahoe, and well. I put 50 cents in a damn telescope thing. There was so much snow, I wasn't really at eye level with the damn thing, I tried to make the most of it though.

There we go. There's a castle!


There's Irene infront of Emerald Lake. It's nice, isn't it?


There's the whole of emerald lake.


Yay! Random people! Don't you just love them?

We then drove over to the other side of the lake, and walked out to the bank.

I hear it's rare for snow to make it all the way to the bank like that.


Dad having some fun.

We then went on to Truckee. It was so bright up there. I had to buy some sunglasses.

Pimp Daddy Ed.

That picture was good enough without any of that exhadurated contrast, but, I didn't want to sell any ski goods, and I didn't really want to show off my stubble and stuff. Dad said I looked like John Candy with those glasses on.

Then we went over to Squaw Valley and took the tram up to the top. From the tram:

Man, something crazy interesting about a hot tub in a bunch of snow. I wish I could have taken one.


There's the lake as viewed from Squaw. It was quite amazing, even if clouds were making the sunlight look shitty.


While we were up there, Dad won an olympic medal for drunkedness.


Skiers at night. I think this turned out pretty cool.

If there's one thing I love about snow, it's how they look at night under halogen light (and the moon light, but there was no moon that evening). I always loved the night levels in 1080 snowboarding, or SSX. Course I always was terrible at those games. Terrible at any of them snow sports. Bad at snowball fights. But meh, it's still fun to go up there.

The ski run from the tram going down.


Dad and I on the tram with the ski run behind us.

And that's it for tonight. Tomorow I should give you my experiences crossing the state line into nevada and the casinos dad and I found there. And on that note I leave you with a little fear and loathing.

(Different part of Nevada...)

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Oh PS.
Dad is watching this movie that is using the song Arabesque way too much in it's score. Crappy plot too. If you're interested, it's called Portrait of Jenny.