Thursday, July 31, 2008

Spokane

Dad is... well... Dad...
Technically alive. What more is there? He was wheeling slowly around the inside of the steel smoking hut when we got there.
Downtown Tekoa is nice...



Don't know who Debbie was, but it sounds like she was a popular girl, the cemetery down the road was peaceful and breezy, the kind of place I wouldn't mind rotting slowly away in.



Wheat fields and canyons...









The step-nephews like video games,


Monday, July 21, 2008

Beacon Battery and Lynden

"New" back tires for the Jetta, bad food in Lynden...

Beacon Battery is a wonderland... of TIRES! ...and rims.









A beautifully stock Thunderbird with a bad red paintjob, I think the guy meant hundreds when he said "Sixty five", Mike thinks he meant thousands. Should Google comparable collectibles and settle this bet. Or just call the dude.
Bringing Jaegermeister and Marlboros to Lynden.
MerMike



Creepy mural in Post Office.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Douglas Adams


Well, I'm my favorite number now.

From Wikipedia:

"In The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (published in 1979), the characters visit the legendary planet Magrathea, home to the now-collapsed planet building industry, and meet Slartibartfast, a planetary coastline designer who was responsible for the fjords of Norway. Through archival recordings, he relates the story of a race of hyper-intelligent pan-dimensional beings who built a computer named Deep Thought to calculate the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. When the answer was revealed as 42, Deep Thought predicts that another computer, more powerful than itself would be made and designed by it to calculate the question for the answer. (Later on, referencing this, Adams would create a puzzle which could be approached in multiple ways, all yielding the answer 42.)

The computer, often mistaken for a planet (because of its size and use of biological components), was the Earth, and was destroyed by Vogons to make way for a hyperspatial express route, five minutes before the conclusion of its 10-million-year program. Two of a race of hyper-intelligent pan-dimensional beings who commissioned the Earth in the first place, disguise themselves as Trillian's mice, and want to dissect Arthur's brain to help reconstruct the question, since he was part of the earth's matrix moments before it was destroyed, and so he is likely to have part of the question buried in his brain. Trillian is also human but had left Earth six months previously with Zaphod Beeblebrox, President of the Galaxy. The protagonists escape, setting course for "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe". The mice, in Arthur's absence, create a phony question since it is too troublesome for them to wait 10 million years again just to cash in on a lucrative deal. Their new question was 'How many roads must a man walk down?'"

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

More Flobots

My favorite song about the fourth

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zc7MraaUb8M

Seattle

They stole a pair of sunglasses and a hand powered flashlight. Now, maybe the next time they smash the window out on a 1992 Mazda in the middle of the night, they will know in advance whether or not there's even a stereo in there to steal.
Jesus, this is gonna cost me 35 bucks for the used window and a deli sandwich for my friend to install it properly.
On the plus side, I LOVE Seattle. I was born there almost 42 years ago, (my favorite number, 42, I'm gonna be it! YAY!) and I never get tired of going home. I had a blast at the Market, met my love's best friend, saw some strange scenes.
But damn, you stupid crackhead, there was a 200 dollar bike rack, a 30 dollar helmet, a 20 dollar bike pump, 4 bucks in change, several books in good resale condition, and lots of personal info in the glove-box.
Why'd ya have to take the pair of sunglasses that Taylor gave me when I showed up drunk with a brand-new rented Cadillac?
He said, "Take these, you need them."
They've been my faves ever since.
Gradient tint, mirrored just enough to seem wrong and creepily trapezoidal. With thin silver frames. Never gonna replace those. C'est la vie.

Been kayaking to work, got strafed by a seagull this morning. I saw it when the fucker stared me down, I came too close to the seawall and he launched without ever looking anywhere but my eyes. Poo all over my skirting, but the lame-ass missed my head. Gonna smack him with my paddle the next time.