I wore my hat to the Albino Press, and this happened when I took it off.
Also, I love the guy in the background who has basically the same expression as me.
This is Yoshi, watching me hold a bottle cap over his head. It’s like something out of Wegman. Only with a cat. And the cat is a total lunatic.
Life is hard, but I bought myself Jaffa Cakes to make up for it.
This appears to be graffiti of a yakking bird, over stencil of a raccoon head.
I’m not sure what exactly this sculpture that someone near Alberta had in their yard says about man’s inhumanity to man, but it’s certainly something.
I got a rather severe spider bite on my ass last week. Attributing the incident to pants that had been sitting in the back of the closet for some time, I took everything out and washed it. Unfortunately, there isn’t a conveniently-located dry cleaners, so my 1960s Brook’s Brothers suit is still sitting around for Yoshi to use to demonstrate his habit of sitting in the worst possible places.
When Hazel came up on Friday we went to some early thing at Holocene and were the only people who danced. I took a terrible picture of the pictures we got from the photo booth there (meta!) I like the third one, because I think I look like Bertie Wooster in it.
On Saturday we went to a Halloween party. Hazel dressed as Rosemary form Rosemary’s Baby. It was widely conceded that her costume was the most frightening.
I went as Frank Bullit, but there were no good pictures.
Last weekend was the Mighty River Classic, where I gave out the trophies mentioned here, and even got one of my own, although it was for 3rd place, which isn’t exactly what I was hoping for.
Both of these are of my first bout. Between them, the guy had to sort of sit and recover from the rib kick that he would have avoided if people had only noticed that I had already knocked him in the head with my fist.
This was my loss. I was trying to circle out and punch him, when I should have been circling in and away and kicking him. Sad emoticon.
This was the 3rd/4th bout, which I also won.
On Sunday I engaged in another incredibly manly activity: plumbing! I have been putting off fixing the pipes under my kitchen sink and flush with, umm, defeat that wasn’t as sound as it could have been I finally convinced myself to get around to it.
Just to round things out, here’s Yoshi demonstrating his civic pride by posing as the Jantzen girl.
So I’m 35 now. To help assuage the misery, I wanted to have a little excursion. Sadly, I waited way too long to call hotels and things were more or less booked up. Doing the best to ignore the lingering stench of Paul Graham, I signed up for Air BnB and booked the weekend on a boat moored under a bridge in Oregon City.
It was pretty great.
I realize now that I never got a picture of the boat, but here is where it was:
Here is Hazel looking furtive after eating spaghetti.
Here are some views off of the boat:
I was able to fulfill a long-standing fantasy of mine by getting photographed in front of this hilarious mural.
Because we were going to a boat and wanted to save time we bought bloody mary mix. It was. . . not as bad as it could have been.
Here’s a little something that I had to say about man’s inhumanity to man:
We stopped here after we checked out and ate this:
We came home and Yoshi seemed largely unchanged.
