You're gonna need a bigger boat.

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2006-09-28T15:12:00.000-07:00

I have two funny stories for your reading pleasure. Well, I think they're funny.

1.) This past weekend I finally purchased a new entertainment center, something I've been meaning to do for quite some time. The K-Marche was having a sale, and I found one that looked not only suitable but quite presentable. And I couldn't beat the price, $49.99, with a stick. [Sidenote: Before I continue, I would like to say this about K-mart. Yes, it's another saltine box store, much like Target and Wal-mart. Yes, it's probably pushing out local businesses, and that is a tragedy. However, their prices are almost always lower than either Target or Wal-mart, and their service, at least in my experience, is far superior. On this past occasion, I was assisted by a Housewares Associate named Michael. A Customer Service Rockstar if ever there was one.] But back to the matter at hand. I pay for my entertainment center and Michael kindly carries it to my car. I suppose that's why I didn't realize that it was nut-droppingly heavy. So, when I get home, I'm struggling just to get it out of the back seat of my car, and I'm dreading the 50 feet to my apartment door. I decided the best course of action would be to drag it by the industrial-stapled top flap (you know the giant staples that unerringly find their way into your delicate extremities?). It wasn't comfortable, and it wasn't easy, and by the time I got to the porch steps I was sweating and wheezing. But, at that moment, one of the nice young men who live on the floor above me, happened up the walk. I was saved! Or so I thought. We exchanged pleasantries -

Me: Hey.
James: Hey, how's it going?
Me: Great!
James: That looks heavy.
Me: Yeah, I think it probably weighs about 75 pounds.
James: Dude, that sucks.
[End Scene]

No offer to help. Nothing. He walks into the building without so much as a backwards glance. WTF?! Honestly, it was such a comical moment, I just had to laugh.

2.) We have a new policy at work: only senior staff members can pick up and deliver the mail. So, when the morning mail comes in, whoever is sitting at the front desk calls up to one of us, and we go down and retrieve the mail. Last week, I get the call and I go down stairs to get the mail. I'm standing there having a nice little chat with the mailcarrier while I sign for a package and he busts out with: "So, are there any hidden passageways in this building?" I told him no, or at least that I didn't know of any. "Do you think there are any secret rooms?" Again, I responded in the negative, but I was thinking that the conversation was getting a bit odd. He waits a few moments before busting out the piece de resistance: "Any buried treasure?" It was all I could do to not say, "Yar, matey, that's not for you to know."

How time flies...

2006-09-26T13:50:00.000-07:00

And now I'm thirty. It all happened so fast. Thirty will feel strange on my tongue for a good spell, I think. Twenty-nine had a nice ring to it; it has a magical, mystical quality. You're on the border between worlds, really, and it feels like anything can happen.

The Land of Youth: Here it is still acceptable to drink until drunk and wake up with a hangover, wear all the current and most outlandish trends (2 inches of ass crack, anyone?), have nigh-unto-anonymous sex. Not to say that any of these are good things, but when you reach

The Land of Adulthood: Suddenly, the aforementioned shenanigans are accompanied by "She's too old to wear that" and "I'm too old for this" and "I would, if my knees didn't hurt so bad." At this point, I'm a little over a third of the way through my life. It's weird and sobering to think about.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not unhappy about being older. I think my thirties will be good years. But it is a bit surreal.

SERIOUS oversight

2006-09-02T12:19:00.000-07:00

Errata, post entitled "Hello Again:"

A painfully serious oversight was brought to my attention by none other than Sister Misty. In the "Hello Again" post, under item 3, I stated that now that Ryan has left for Utah, none of my college friends remain in the Northwest. Not only does that leave out Misty and Nick, but also Jules. I have no excuse. Most sincere and deepest apologies all around. I will punish myself accordingly.

I love you guys!

Synonymous to?

2006-09-01T10:44:00.000-07:00

Lately, I've noticed that when someone does me a solid, I can't just say "thank you." Apparently, I have to throw in a "bless you" for good measure. I don't even know what happens; it just pops out. Yesterday I said it to the cute barista who spotted me a penny for my grande Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino; a few days before that I said it to the guy who always donates whatever change is leftover from his Gift Shop purchase (I need to come up with a catchy pseudonym for him). So my question is this:Is it equally as possible to be possessed by a divine force as a demonic one?

Although, upon further reflection, I suppose that when one only says "bless you" the deity implied is uncertain. It's like short for "May _____ bless you." I could be saying "May the Goddess bless you." Or, even better, "May the Noodly Saviour bless you." There's no way to know without asking really. So, I guess that I shouldn't worry about it so much.

Hello again

2006-08-29T10:52:00.000-07:00

Dear reader, prepare to be...UPDATED!

1. I successfully made it though another History Day national contest, and quite adeptly, if I may say so myself. Having made it through one national contest made it that much easier; we were able to see where we went wrong last year, and correct those mistakes this year. It also helped immensely to have another staffer (Mark) along for the ride this year; he was a real trooper and we literally couldn't have done it without him. In any case, a good time was had by all, and our praises were sung mightily.

2. I've begun my Latin lessons with Brother Peter. Things seem to be going relatively well so far, though Brother Peter can be a real hardass when it comes to memorizing paradigms, the bane of my existence. I know that I should memorize them, but there are so many! I still get frustrated with myself when I have a hard time with a particular concept or chapter, but so far those times have been few and far between. It helps to have a support system too, someone who tells me how smart I am. But more on that in item 6 (how's that for a tickler?).

3. Ryan finally left for Utah to study Wildlife Ecology. And I don't use "finally" in the exasperated way, as in: "Finally, he's gone! Now I can spend my weekends alone, playing video games without any friendly interruptions." No, it just seemed as though he would never leave, i.e. I couldn't believe that he was leaving. But now he's gone, and there are now officially none of my college friends living in the Northwest. Don't get me wrong. I still have friends here, friends that I love and enjoy. But all my "college buddies" are gone. Ryan is in Utah, and Brad and Becky are back in Minnesota. It's sort of lonely in Washington now...which brings me to item 4.

4. I'm still moving forward with my grad school plans (see item 2), but I really need to get my rear in gear if I want to keep to my timeline. To that end, I plan on picking up transcripts soon (i.e. when I'm next in Roseburg...see item 5), and begin working on my applications, especially my Statement of Purpose, which I've heard can be a real pain/time consumer. So far the schools that remain on my list are: Oregon State, University of Oregon, Portland State University, and Johns Hopkins University in Maryland. I'm not sure that I want to go as far as MD for grad school, but if they offer me the big bucks I may have to reconsider.

5. I'm turning 30 in about two weeks. It's a milestone, and I plan to celebrate by getting very drunk. Ok, not really. I'll be at my parents' house, and that's not really a side of myself that I want to share with the people who conceived and gave birth to me. But I am excited. Not only will my parents and Cleo and Jerry be there; but my Uncle Dave and Aunt Hannah are coming down from Spokane; family friend, Sam; and my brother is flying in from P-town, ID.

I'm not sure what else to say, except that I'm incredibly happy and content. And, seeing as how my fingers are beginning to cramp, I think I'll call it quits for today. Enjoy!

Moving...again

2006-04-07T22:17:00.000-07:00

Letterman style...

The Top Ten Things I Will Miss About the House of Huzzah

10. Second story living
9. Walking to the Tumwater Safeway, by far the nicest Safeway in the "tri-city" area
8. Birds, especially Sam the Eagle
7. Having extra cash
6. Cable
5. Dishing
4. Guuuurrrrrllll
3. Free blackberries
2. Watching squirrels make and raise their babies

and the number one thing I will miss about the HoH...

1. Ms. Mary. 'Nough said. Love you, girl.

Still got love

2006-04-03T20:27:00.000-07:00

Well, friends, it was not meant to be. They just didn't play like they wanted it. They were sloppy, turn-overs were in the double digits, shooting percentage (which hadn't been a thorn yet because their defense had kept the other teams down as well) was pathetically low, and threes were nigh unto non-existant. The only things that comfort me:

1.) They are a young team; there will be other chances
2.) UCLA made it farther than both UNC and Duke, and lastly
3.) I don't have to keep my promise of going to church if they won.

Till next year Bruin Fans! Keep the faith!!

U...C...LLLLLL-A, U-C-L-A, fight, fight, fight!

2006-04-01T20:52:00.000-08:00

As predicted: better than sex.

Six random things

2006-03-28T10:13:00.000-08:00

6. Today is my very first Latin lesson with Brother Peter of the Order of Saint Benedict. I first met Brother Peter when I was working in the Saint Martin's University library, way back in aught-5 (way back then, it was Saint Martin's College). He's one of the younger monks (perhaps the youngest), and an all around nice guy, as I found most of the monks to be. In fact, in my personal opinion, Brother Peter is the ROCK STAR of the Saint Martin's Abbey. He's agreed to tutor me in Latin, once a week, for free, and he seems...excited about it. I'm excited too, as this moves me one step closer to my grad school goal. Though, I must admit, I'm a bit nervous as well. Br. Peter specifically, and the monks of the abbey in general take education very seriously (it's one of their four "basic principles"), and I want to conduct my studies in a manner that shows my appreciation and respect. Basically, I want to try and look smart. Be smart, really. I know that it will be fine, but I'm still a bit oogly.

5. UCLA (I totally do the chant in my head whenever I see it or type it) is in the [please give yourself a moment to take a deep breath] FINAL FOUR. I'm freakin' giddy. I get all breathless just thinking about it. If they win the whole thing (and it won't be easy; LSU is no pushover and George Mason is playing at the top of their game and is flying high on their "underdog" status), I swear to everything that is holy that it will be better than sex. I'm not kidding.

4. I was watching Bravo yesterday evening and they have this new program called Viral Videos (which they totally ripped off from VH1, but that's beside the point). Basically, they scan the net for really amazing/crazy/disturbing videos and then show them on TV. The funniest one that I have ever seen you can find here: http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/video/nerds.html
Click on the "Star Wars Nerds" link on the right side of your screen to see Triumph the Insult Comic Dog take on Star Wars nerds. Hilarity ensued.

3. For the past two weeks in a row, I have run four days out of seven. This week will make three weeks in a row. Hooray!

2. History Day is gearing up again, and I'm uber busy, but in the best way. If anyone who reads this scintillating blog regularly would like more information about History Day, or might be interested in judging at this year's state contest (it's on May 6th, at Green River Community College in Auburn), please follow the link below:
http://www.washingtonhistory.org/wshm/education/history-day/whatis.htm
You can sign up to be a judge by clicking on the link on the left-hand side of the screen that says "Judges Needed."

1. Birkenstocks are in full effect. Woot!

Search your feelings. You know it to be true.

2006-02-01T15:06:00.000-08:00

I look hot today.
That is all.

Words of Wisdom

2006-01-23T13:42:00.000-08:00

Talent alone won't make you a success.
Neither will being in the right place at the right time, unless you are ready.
The most important question is: "Are your ready?"
~Johnny Carson

I am so ready. Academia, beware! I have plans. I am setting my plans in motion. I am coming for you, mouth bristling with sharp, pointy teeth of historical justice. You will submit. Soon you will stand in awe of my genius. Bitches.

Marketing genius

2006-01-23T12:57:00.000-08:00

My official slogan:

Happiness is Rachel-shaped.

Boo. Yah.

Find yours!
http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi
(Courtesy Brother Wa)

How to Change the Name of a File Folder

2006-01-23T12:44:00.000-08:00

I was stuck in Microsoft Office training all day today. I'm usually excited by the prospect of getting more training in programs that help me to do my job; I like to be as efficient an employee as possible (stop laughing!), and I hate to do things twice. So, I was sort of looking forward to a training day. Besides, you get paid to learn, and you get out of an entire work day. Not too shabby.

But then I got a look at the agenda for the day. Let me just give you a quick representative sample of the topics we covered. We learned how to create folders on the desktop, and how to rename them. We learned how to create a new document in Word, and how to edit the text in that document. We even learned how to insert a piece of clip art in a Word document. Those of you who have any experience in Word can no doubt feel my pain at this point.

::gurgle::

Mirah rocks my face off

2006-01-15T18:07:00.000-08:00

I only really ever learn about "new" bands because of my brother. Mirah is one of my new favorites, the song listed below in particular. If you can find it somewhere and listen to it, I highly recommend it. Cheers!
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Mt. St. Helens

From the morning when I rise from my bed
'Til the evening when I lay my head in slumber
Oh, the loss of you does wreck my days
Leaves me with a violent hunger
I will never be free from you
'Til I escape the lion's jaw
There's no welcome in the end
There's no reason to return again

The mountain stood so large
We were humbled
We walked a high and lonely path
The sun beat down on the ground
We looked around us
There were no trees there
We found a creek there
We dipped our feet there
We were alone there
There was still hope there
There had been a great disaster
The hot winds came just after
A tremendous shock was felt
Survivors often tell
The trees all hit the ground
Death was all around
And not a single lonesome sigh

The example lay before you
You knew what you had to do
You have a pressure in you
To destroy the one who loved you
The death was all around

You were hotter to me than the sun
That burned me up the day we went
To mount saint helens
And if the special death you gave to me
Is the prize i get to take home solemnly
And suffer with the fact that
I could never be your friend
I could never come back home again

You Shall Create My Soundtrack

2006-01-11T13:31:00.000-08:00

I'm feeling empowered today. I can feel the tide turning. It's as if I was scheduled for some sort of emotional epiphany; I woke up this morning and things were...different. I've no real gift for words, so I won't bother trying to explain. But it's sunshine-y where I am. And bunnies are pissing rainbows.

Maybe it's my new haircut, my first "adult" haircut. No more "just trim a little off the bottom" for me! I got layers and "face framing;" my hair was "texturized" and my scalp was massaged. The girliness of it all sort of makes me want to vomit, but I have to say: it was worth every penny. :)

Of COURSE! Why didn't I think of that?

2006-01-07T18:44:00.000-08:00

I spent considerable time over the past few days trying to think of some clever, deep, and poignant New Year's resolutions for myself. Most of them were pathetic, bitter, and sappy. But, why think of your own, when you can have them magically generated?

In the year 2006 I resolve to:

Fill my house with chocolate pudding.

Get your resolution here

Brilliant.

Google me, baby!

2005-12-19T12:48:00.000-08:00

Here it is, your moment of Rachel Googlisms (apparently these are the things that Google thinks about me):

Rachel is a dork
Rachel is recommended
Rachel is out tonight
Rachel is an intelligent person
Rachel is my friend
Rachel is finally back
Rachel is my heroine
Rachel is a lesbian sex goddess
Rachel is born
Rachel is just a scatter of mobile homes and there is nothing much to see or do here
Rachel is the "twin peaks" of the desert
Rachel is a journalist and commentator from Vancouver
Rachel is at a turning point in discovering
Rachel is dull
Rachel is worth watching
Rachel is the best
Rachel says "damnit Doug"
Rachel is at your service
Rachel is stupid
Rachel is in love
Rachel is on the "extraterrestrial highway"
Rachel is here to prove it
Rachel is exceptional at creating superior learning environments
Rachel is changing her diet and activity routine
Rachel is a very happy
Rachel is now #2 on the transplant list
Rachel is now and then also featured on the frontpage
Rachel is put in foster care because her mother tries to "get the devil out of her"
Rachel is a committee member
Rachel is arranging sticks in a vase
Rachel is a very cool person

Unparalleled Hilarity...and Chuck Norris

2005-12-01T08:31:00.000-08:00

I know this is sort of cheating, but my friend Misty passed this along to me, and it was too hilarious to NOT post. Enjoy!

The Chuck Norris List

Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.

Rather than being birthed like a normal child, Chuck Norris instead decided to punch his way out of his mother's womb. Shortly thereafter he grew a beard.

Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.

Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

Chuck Norris once roundhouse kicked someone so hard that his foot broke the speed of light, went back in time, and killed Amelia Earhart while she was flying over the Pacific Ocean.

Chuck Norris built a time machine and went back in time to stop the JFK assassination. As Oswald shot, Chuck met all three bullets with his beard, deflecting them. JFK's head exploded out of sheer amazement.

Chuck Norris is not hung like a horse... horses are hung like Chuck Norris

Chuck Norris's girlfriend once asked him how much wood a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. He then shouted, "HOW DARE YOU RHYME IN THE PRESENCE OF CHUCK NORRIS!" and ripped out her throat. Holding his girlfriend's bloody throat in his hand he bellowed, "Don't *** with Chuck!" Two years and five months later he realized the irony of this statement and laughed so hard that anyone within a hundred mile radius of the blast went deaf.

To prove it isn't that big of a deal to beat cancer, Chuck Norris smoked 15 cartons of cigarettes a day for 2 years and aquired 7 different kinds of cancer only to rid them from his body by flexing for 30 minutes. Beat that, Lance Armstrong.

Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right legs.

Chuck Norris lost his virginity before his dad did.

Chuck Norris was the fourth Wiseman. He brought baby Jesus the gift of"beard". Jesus wore it proudly to his dying day. The other Wisemen, jealous of Jesus' obvious gift favoritism, used their combined influence to have Chuck omitted from the Bible. Shortly thereafter, all three died of roundhouse kick related deaths.

If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you can't see Chuck Norris you may be only seconds away from death.

When Chuck Norris sends in his taxes, he sends blank forms and includes only a picture of himself, crouched and ready to attack. Chuck Norris has not had to pay taxes. Ever.

Chuck Norris can make a woman climax by simply pointing at her and saying "booya".

Filming on location for Walker: Texas Ranger, Chuck Norris brought a stillborn baby lamb back to life by giving it a prolonged beard rub. Shortly after the farm animal sprang back to life and a crowd had gathered, Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked the animal, breaking its neck, to remind the crew once more that Chuck giveth, and the good Chuck, he taketh away.

The original theme song to the Transformers was actually "Chuck Norris--more than meets the eye, Chuck Norris--robot in disguise," and starred Chuck Norris as a Texas Ranger who defended the earth from drug-dealing Decepticons and could turn into a pick-up. This was far too much awesome for a single show, however, so it was divided.

Chuck Norris recently had the idea to sell his urine as a canned beverage. We know this beverage as Red Bull.

Ms. Buzz, aka Lucille

2005-11-22T15:09:00.000-08:00

On a happier note, for Christmas I am getting a bike very much like the one pictured above. I already know, because I picked it out in an antique store in Pocatello, where my brother goes to school. The splash and chain guards of my bike are all shiny chrome though, no painted metal for me. And the paint is a deep, sparkly purple; the banana seat's vinyl is white with a large inset of sparkly purple that matches the paint. She even has a name: Ms. Buzz (hand to God). But I think I'll call her Lucille.

You may even see Lucille and I some crisp winter morning, making our lazy way down to Darby's for an omelet. If you do, honk and wave. And I will give you the finger, as I do anyone that honks and waves at me when I am on bike or foot. But then, if I realize who you are, I'll wave and smile. And all will be right with the world.

Fun Facts, Continued

2005-11-21T15:13:00.000-08:00

49. I prefer Washington to Oregon.
48. I miss my Oregon friends terribly.
47. If I could, I would wear my Birkenstocks 365 days of the year.
46. I love toe-socks.
45. I've ended up being friends (and in two cases, best friends) with every single one of my ex-boyfriends.
44. Except one.
43. I hate buzzwords.
42. I try to avoid labels if at all possible. Except the kind on food. And clothes.
41. I refuse to buy Abercrombie and Fitch.
40. I do not shop at Wal-mart.
39. I once worked at Wal-mart.
38. It's as bad as they say it is.
37. I have a hard time trusting men.
36. I blush often, and for no reason, and I hate it.
35. I strongly dislike most romantic comedies.
34. Sometimes this makes me wonder if I'm a bitter, dried-up old hag.
33. I never liked Seinfeld.
32. I loved Spiderman before he became popular (again).
31. If I was marooned on an island, and I could pick any kind of food that would always be available to me, I would choose sushi.
30. I hate to cry.
29. Sharks terrify me. Even cartoon ones, like in Finding Nemo.
28. Jaws is one of my favorite movies of all time.
27. I choose to be happy.
26. I want to learn to knit.
25. I wish that I was fluent in ASL.
24. In high school, I played clarinet in the marching band.
23. In college, I was in the drumline.
22. I actually have stories that begin with "This one time, at band camp..."
21. I'm in love with Jon Stewart.
20. I love watching bad, low-budget horror movies.
19. I sometimes act tougher than I am so that I don't ever appear weak.
18. I have a subscription to PC Gamer.
17. The first PC game I ever remember playing was Kings Quest.
16. I am a closet hip-hop fan.
15. I *desperately* want to learn to breakdance.
14. I work in a Museum.
13. I'm a fantastic lip-syncher.
12. I brook no nonsense.
11. I love snakes and lizards.
10. I sort of collect things with polar bears and/or snowflakes on them.
9. I love sparkly things (except for diamonds, which I find gaudy).
8. I do not believe that Audio Science is an appropriate name for your newborn baby.
7. I wore braces for three years in high school.
6. My first car was a 1988 Volkswagen Fox.
5. I now drive a 1991 Mazda Protege. And I *love* her.
4. I will sing when I'm alone (in the shower, in the car, out in the woods, etc.), but will not sing in front of other people (unless intoxicated).
3. I've never had major surgery or a broken bone.
2. I love to laugh, but I love making others laugh more.
1. I don't really like to talk about myself.

Fun Facts!

2005-11-21T12:44:00.000-08:00

Rachel Fun Facts!! (I'm going to try and do 100, so it may take me a few days. Keep checking back! Also, these are in no particular order.)

100. My full name is Rachel Elizabeth Lilley
99. I've always wished that my first name was Kathryn, like my mother, and her mother before her.
98. I was born (and raised) in Roseburg, OR.
97. I do not recommend living there.
96. I have one younger brother, Andy.
95. He is my hero, and my best of friends in all the world.
94. My favorite color is blue.
93. My birthday is September 14th, 1976.
92. This makes me a Virgo and a Dragon.
91. Being a Virgo and a Dragon, I am anal, fiery-tempered, and do not like to feel out of control. But I am also creative, passionate, and fiercely loyal to friends and loved ones.
90. These are aspects of myself that I embrace.
89. I've always wished that I had jet black hair. The kind that almost looks blue when the sunlight hits it just right.
88. The one physical trait that I am vain about is my hair.
87. I spend too much on hair care products.
86. I sometimes try too hard to impress people.
85. I spend too much time worrying if my friends/co-workers/family members are mad at me.
84. I sometimes worry that I'm not smart enough.
83. These are things I am trying to change (86-84...I think it's ok to splurge on my hair).
82. One of my favorite smells is rain-soaked pavement.
81. I prefer rainy days to sunny ones.
80. I've had a seizure (whee!).
79. I have two tattoos
78. I would like *more* tattoos.
77. I smoked for a couple of years in my early 20s, and am still in the process of completely quitting.
76. I've never been in a fist fight.
75. I made my mother cry once.
74. It is the one thing in my life that I would "do over," if given the chance.
73. I'm looking forward to turning 30.
72. I enjoy my job (working for the Washington State Historical Society).
71. I still occasionally add/subtract using my fingers.
70. I am a nervous driver, with no sense of direction.
69. I consider coffee my one remaining vice.
68. It is the one vice I will *never* give up.
67. I am a movie FREAK.
66. I enjoy playing video games.
65. I'm right-handed.
64. I plan on getting my Masters in History within the next 5 years.
63. My favorite snack food is Cheetos (the puff kind, not the crunchy kind)
62. I still believe in unicorns.
61. I don't believe in god.
60. I'm obsessed with Sigourney Weaver.
59. I sucked my thumb until I was 12.
58. I once got turned down by a guy because my breasts were too small.
57. I kicked him in the junk.
56. That was a lie. I *wish* I had kicked him in the junk. Screw you, Tony Fox!
55. My first kiss (Tony D'Apelito...what is it with Tonys?) is still one of the best kisses I've ever had.
54. I was deeply in love with the person I lost my virginity to.
53. I am a pop culture whore.
52. I like the first three Star Wars better.
51. I'd take Matt Damon over Brad Pitt every day of the week, and twice on Sunday.
50. The Bubonic plague has always fascinated me.

Stay tuned for no. 49 to no. 1! Coming soon!

More 80s goodness

2005-11-16T16:28:00.000-08:00

And this here is Trent, rockin' the Connor/McEnroe look. And yes, he is holding an apple-tini. I'm not sure what happened to his racket though.

80s Madness, Part Deux

2005-11-16T16:21:00.000-08:00

Ah, theme party, how I love thee. And how cool are my friends? The young man totally stylin' as a member of the Miami Vice squad is Nick (which, and I mean no offense here whatsoever, is SO an 80s name), and the gorgeous young woman is my friend Jess, who you may remember from the previous 80s Madness pic (the third fine female in the first 80s Madness picture was Misty, another of the beautiful people).

80s Madness, y'all!

2005-11-16T16:06:00.000-08:00

Well, as this is my very first post, I thought I would throw out a little of what I like to call, "80s Madness." That's what the above picture is all about. Notice the teased hair, the heavy-handed make-up, the decidedly 80s pose, complete with bared shoulders and pouty, half-open lips (if only we'd had a wind machine!). I happen to be the young tart in the middle, the one who looks like she just snorted a huge line (also very 80s I might add...just keepin' it real). And, I would just like to state for the record: I hate cameras, and I hate pictures of myself. So I hope you all feel very lucky.