Dante’s Inferno Frat Bar

Fletch and I were hanging out yesterday and went to a coffee shop on the Ave called Starlife and drank some coffee and played chess. Post chess, we walked up to a little park and Fletch hopped on the merry-go-round and I spun him around till he was nauseous. As we walked back towards Trader Joes, I saw a sign outside of Dante’s (a bar) that said “$2 wells” and wordlessly pointed to it and we both just turned and went in.… read more “Dante’s Inferno Frat Bar”

“Knocked Up”

Last night I went and saw “Knocked Up” with Fletcher and Arcadia. I was shocked to find it was actually a very good comedy. I recommend it. It’s about a stoner who hooks up with a career chick and gets her pregnant on a one-night stand and their ensuing adventures. The feel of the movie reminded me of “Swingers” (though not quite as good); there was lots of funny dialogue and raunchy situations.

Ridiculous method to correct conclusion

After reading an article about humanity’s need for space colonization to survive, I was reminded of some conclusions I came to in junior high.

If humanity is to have any chance of survival, it is absolutely imperative that our species begin to plant colonies wherever we can off-planet. It would be so easy to wipe us all out with a single stray asteroid, a new disease, chemical or nuclear warfare gone wrong, etc.… read more “Ridiculous method to correct conclusion”

Painful finger= short sentences

Last night Melanie and I broke up. She is an amazing person but needs some personal space and time to work some stuff out.

Fletcher suggested drinking.

Wine consumption commenced.

Good conversation had.

Went outside and walked down the road on Lake Union.

Saw seaplane.

Swam out to seaplane.

Seaplane was unlocked.

Discovered keys in seaplane.… read more “Painful finger= short sentences”

Right now…

I feel a fearsome fire rising up from the deep; rising, twisting and burning hot through my intestines. The heat is taking over my senses and blotting everything else out. My inner core has shudders running through it in and feverish chills roll over my soul. Salty sweat falls into my wide, glazed, glaring eyes. Nothing beats the intensity of the anticipation.

Moving AGAIN! I hate my life

I had a barbecue for the 4th of July and a friend of a friend apparently had difficulties working in the world around him and walked through the screen door, breaking it. The next day my roommate, Brent, asked me to move out. Brent told me he wants me to move out because he is dating a “celebrity” who doesn’t want to be seen and gave me a couple of hints as to who the guy is.… read more “Moving AGAIN! I hate my life”