took apart most of the back tire and replaced some spokes. wheel rim bends more than some rivers, but now i know how (and have the tools) to straighten it, just not going to do it today.
Goe, learning new things.
26 October 2008
Windy
Windy out, was almost blown over several times while coming home from work. is a warm wind, appreciably warmer than the otherwise chilly early morning air.
Goe, needs food.
Goe, needs food.
25 October 2008
another day
another dollar. off to work i go at this late hour. spent part of today learning to fix bicycle wheels since i rely on them for my commute. will do/learn more tomorrow.
Goe, off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of paychecks.
Goe, off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of paychecks.
14 October 2008
new job
new worksite is cool, new co-workers are cool (some are just really fun people), keeping my seniority and contact with the cool crowd amongst the trailer trash of my former coworkers is also cool. went with one of the cool former co-workers to see Henry Rollins last night. Was fun, but i missed some needed sleep. he also tended to veer pretty far into smear attacks on people whenever his discourse touched on politics. also, he thought john adams was president in 1898.
Goe, cause the Spanish-American War was 1898.
Goe, cause the Spanish-American War was 1898.
03 October 2008
work
starting at a different location for the same company next week. left the old one (and the assholes who worked there) for the last time this morning. yippee!!
Goe, feeling optimistic.
Goe, feeling optimistic.
04 September 2008
The Suspect
Why do the reporters talking about crime stories talk about what the suspect did or didn't do? they're not talking about a suspect, they're talking about what the criminal did or didn't do. there is no suspect until they suspect who the criminal is. reporters are idiots.
Goe, needs more sleep before working tonight.
Goe, needs more sleep before working tonight.
21 August 2008
Fourth of a trilogy
I've seen three movies this year made to add on to an existing set of three films, making them the fourth of a trilogy. In each of them, the b storyline is about what the hero has given up to keep saving himself/others/the world, and how he wants it back. In each of them, at the end, he does get some of it back, mostly because of the respect they garner saving others/the world yet again.
Goe, never saved the world, never will.
Goe, never saved the world, never will.
11 August 2008
08 August 2008
27 July 2008
Yellow Plastic Mice
It's a convention of yellow plastic mice. The obvious answer to this would be large plastic cats.
Goe, needs to rest up today.
08 July 2008
exercising
so the jogging thing kinda fizzled, partly because i was being lazy, and partly because there's only so much you can do going in a circle. a coworker is into bicycling, and wanted me to ride around with them, so i bought a bike and did this. the exercise felt good and it was much easier to get to places i normally don't bother trying to even locate. so i decided to try riding the bike to work monday. took 45 minutes to go five miles. on the way home, it took 40 minutes. feels far more productive than running in circles.
Goe, biked down to the fireworks last week.
Goe, biked down to the fireworks last week.
02 July 2008
Jim Gilchrist
Jim Gilchrist of the Minuteman Project is a cockless assmuncher who won't stop spamming me with his political crap even though I've asked him to stop.
I hate that crap and that nutless asshat.
Goe, hates that crap.
I hate that crap and that nutless asshat.
Goe, hates that crap.
01 July 2008
28 June 2008
A few hours at OMSI
"Are you a tsintaosaurus or are you just happy to see me?"
These little fella's obviously hadn't evolved turtle magic yet.
This one really is happy to see you. Seeing you means lunch!
Goe, wondering who turned the heat up outside.
Rise of the potato
There's not much to be said for potatoes. There is also very little to be said against potatoes. Small and mundane, they just are. Most people don't think much about potatoes, unless they happen to be growing or preparing some. Like a thousand other objects, they float through our lives almost unnoticed.
There once was a magical potato. He was from a small backyard garden in what passed for the suburbs of a small city. He came into being in much the same way that other potatoes do, except that he was aware. He was aware that he was a potato, that there were other potatoes, and that the other potatoes were larger than he. He was slightly jealous of the size of the other potatoes, but most importantly, he was aware.
His life was not difficult or filled with great hardships. It was mostly boring. He lay in the dark and grew. He could not converse with the other potatoes, they were potatoes and couldn't talk. He could hear conversations though, loud boisterous conversations drifting down through the soil from the world above. A world far larger and better lit than he could have ever imagined.
He grew. Over weeks and months he grew, until he was an average sized potato. One day, something bit him. A passing insect, one of the few subterranean travelers to pass close enough for him to see, was trying to burrow into him. It was the first time he had felt pain, and he didn't care for it at all. He was unable to ask the other potatoes for help with the bug, and lacking any instincts at all, he had no idea what to do about it. When it bit him again, he bit back and ate the whole creature.
Potatoes are not normally carnivorous. They usually subsist on nutrients delivered through the potato plants that bring them into being. This potato though was magical. He was capable of doing a great many things other potatoes could not do. One of these was to eat. He had never seen another potato eat anything, and surprised himself by managing the feat at all. Even more surprising, he enjoyed the taste.
The potato began to change. He grew in ways that normal potatoes normally do not. He developed an appetite for insect, eating any that came his way. He began to understand the discussions wafting down from above. With every passing day, he felt more aware, more alive, more powerful.
He wasn't powerful enough to stop the natural cycles of time, and his first autumn was fast approaching. As he lay where he always lay, thinking about what the future might hold in store, he felt a rumbling nearby. Not the tiny vibrations of a doomed bug, or the slow thumping of something moving above the surface, but almost a regular shaking that was growing slowly stronger. He could hear potatoes yelping as if in pain every few seconds, but could not see what was happening.
This continued for a few minutes, then, when the rumbling seemed almost upon him, a potato he'd been adjacent to his whole life shifted away, vanishing into a wall of dirt. He felt something nick his skin and he tried to bite it, but it was too large to eat. It withdrew quickly and then lunged in again, this time behind him. It pushed him a few inches, the earth collapsing in behind him. He found himself exposed to sunlight for the first time, but a hand grabbed him and tossed him into a bucket before he could comprehend this.
More potatoes followed, and his circumstances came to an almost surreal familiarity. He was again surrounded by potatoes and soil, but the potatoes were more numerous and the soil was sparse. The removal of the others would have not bothered him as he did not enjoy their company, but he now realized how much he loved laying in the soil. He became angry at the thought of something doing this to him on purpose, and began to plan his revenge.
Goe, thanking Rachmeg again.
There once was a magical potato. He was from a small backyard garden in what passed for the suburbs of a small city. He came into being in much the same way that other potatoes do, except that he was aware. He was aware that he was a potato, that there were other potatoes, and that the other potatoes were larger than he. He was slightly jealous of the size of the other potatoes, but most importantly, he was aware.
His life was not difficult or filled with great hardships. It was mostly boring. He lay in the dark and grew. He could not converse with the other potatoes, they were potatoes and couldn't talk. He could hear conversations though, loud boisterous conversations drifting down through the soil from the world above. A world far larger and better lit than he could have ever imagined.
He grew. Over weeks and months he grew, until he was an average sized potato. One day, something bit him. A passing insect, one of the few subterranean travelers to pass close enough for him to see, was trying to burrow into him. It was the first time he had felt pain, and he didn't care for it at all. He was unable to ask the other potatoes for help with the bug, and lacking any instincts at all, he had no idea what to do about it. When it bit him again, he bit back and ate the whole creature.
Potatoes are not normally carnivorous. They usually subsist on nutrients delivered through the potato plants that bring them into being. This potato though was magical. He was capable of doing a great many things other potatoes could not do. One of these was to eat. He had never seen another potato eat anything, and surprised himself by managing the feat at all. Even more surprising, he enjoyed the taste.
The potato began to change. He grew in ways that normal potatoes normally do not. He developed an appetite for insect, eating any that came his way. He began to understand the discussions wafting down from above. With every passing day, he felt more aware, more alive, more powerful.
He wasn't powerful enough to stop the natural cycles of time, and his first autumn was fast approaching. As he lay where he always lay, thinking about what the future might hold in store, he felt a rumbling nearby. Not the tiny vibrations of a doomed bug, or the slow thumping of something moving above the surface, but almost a regular shaking that was growing slowly stronger. He could hear potatoes yelping as if in pain every few seconds, but could not see what was happening.
This continued for a few minutes, then, when the rumbling seemed almost upon him, a potato he'd been adjacent to his whole life shifted away, vanishing into a wall of dirt. He felt something nick his skin and he tried to bite it, but it was too large to eat. It withdrew quickly and then lunged in again, this time behind him. It pushed him a few inches, the earth collapsing in behind him. He found himself exposed to sunlight for the first time, but a hand grabbed him and tossed him into a bucket before he could comprehend this.
More potatoes followed, and his circumstances came to an almost surreal familiarity. He was again surrounded by potatoes and soil, but the potatoes were more numerous and the soil was sparse. The removal of the others would have not bothered him as he did not enjoy their company, but he now realized how much he loved laying in the soil. He became angry at the thought of something doing this to him on purpose, and began to plan his revenge.
Goe, thanking Rachmeg again.
25 June 2008
Picasa is my friend
Headbutting to extinction, next on FOX!
You want a piece of me?
Chompy McChompersons will be your partner on Dancing with the Stars.
Good thing it's not a living room, or someone might not notice the elephants.
Goe, having a good day.
21 June 2008
19 June 2008
More from the Washington Park Zoo
18 June 2008
Ninja Monkey at the zoo
Ninja Monkey with a bear.
Ninja Monkey trying to demonstrate why mimes should never be spared.
Ninja Monkey testing a potential student.
Goe, needs to buy another samurai sword for Ninja Monkey
16 June 2008
Milling about
Leash laws are important, but only if they're pretty.
A volcano lounges in the afternoon sun.
Goe, had a really nice weekend.
15 June 2008
Rose Garden
Mt. Hood over the Rose Gardens
The mountain is ready for it's close-up.
A blooming lamp post.
Goe, got a little burned on a good day.
02 June 2008
A Plan, a man, a glitch
I had a plan about taking the guys to the zoo some coming weekend. Was going to go this last weekend, but made other plans on account of indeterminate weather. Now I can't find the guys. I'm hoping the cat didn't swat them under the couch or something. May have to take the ninja lego monkey instead.
Goe, concerned.
Goe, concerned.
24 May 2008
The Park and other things
Took the guys to a couple of parks this afternoon. Went to Mill End's Park first.
They are so small, it's hard to get them in focus. Darth kept mocking me until I threatened to feed him to a squirrel.
We left Mill End's Park and went to Mt. Tabor instead. We found a lamppost in the middle of nowhere, but no wardrobe to be seen...
Goe, did notice a lot of stairs.
They are so small, it's hard to get them in focus. Darth kept mocking me until I threatened to feed him to a squirrel.
We left Mill End's Park and went to Mt. Tabor instead. We found a lamppost in the middle of nowhere, but no wardrobe to be seen...
Goe, did notice a lot of stairs.
18 May 2008
freemasons
there's some sort of mini-marathon of shows about freemasons on the history channel. most of it is generalized history and conspiracy theories, but every now and then, as if by accident, they let slip something about a freemason ideology. it seems to be mostly a straightforward realistic ideology that i happen to share (at least in common with what they 'reveal' on tv).
it's like when math geeks say that the universe is written in math. it is. doesn't do me any good because i don't know calculus. most people don't. i try to explain it to people when explaining related matters as 'life is physics', momentum, leverage, inertia, etc. the masons seem (again, based on what they 'reveal' on tv) to have formed an ideology based on this compatible with the understandings of medieval stonemasons who didn't know calculus and lacked a scientific vocabulary to explain their knowledge of physics.
Goe, wonders why the aflac duck gets more girls than he does.
it's like when math geeks say that the universe is written in math. it is. doesn't do me any good because i don't know calculus. most people don't. i try to explain it to people when explaining related matters as 'life is physics', momentum, leverage, inertia, etc. the masons seem (again, based on what they 'reveal' on tv) to have formed an ideology based on this compatible with the understandings of medieval stonemasons who didn't know calculus and lacked a scientific vocabulary to explain their knowledge of physics.
Goe, wonders why the aflac duck gets more girls than he does.
06 May 2008
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