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| Monday, February 13th, 2006 | | 5:45 am |
schizophrenic times
Things to do: [] get life together and finally become happy [] find the true meaning of existence [x] accidentally invite schizophrenic woman into my apartment, necessitating a call to the police to eject, AFTER she drinks the rest of my booze. Well, looks like this was a pretty good night. So. Casey and I were drinking at about 5 in the AM tonight when I heard a call of distress. Being the properly educated, good christian lads that we are we tried to get her to a safe place, find out if she had family or other relations who could take care of her. Casey went so far as to offer her cab fare AND hostel fee for a night of safety. But No! Instead she drank all my whiskey, put her crack-whore lips on my last can of seven-up, and started to tell us that not only was she a schizophrenic but that she had been pregnant with the "Devil's" baby for two years now. Also she had a husband who's name she could not remember until when prompted she invented 'Benny London.' It was around this time that she started to offer free sex. Anywhoo, we called the landlord, who called the cops, which convinced her to amble on towards oblivion. So. what lesson can we learn from this? In the future, when assisting wiccan anti-christ bearing crazies, make sure they are way more attracive. Once More! -Andrew. p.s. Casey wants to note that if she was more attractive/less batshit crazy, shit would have been on like Ghengis Khan. p.p.s. Casey Says: "Bitch asked me to suck her blood. And I was all like: Nah, it's cool." Current Mood:  crushed | | Tuesday, November 8th, 2005 | | 5:22 am |
| | Wednesday, October 19th, 2005 | | 6:11 pm |
| | Saturday, October 1st, 2005 | | 5:30 pm |
Still Alive
I haven't had the internet in my own home for an entire month -- Have I been doing anything useful with all the extra quality time I am thus afforded? No. But I am still alive and even look out at the world from my rainswept window in a poignant fashion every once in a while. That and internet cafes. We had a round of birthdays around here that everyone seems to have survived nicely. Congratulations to Jermaine and Erica for totally not drinking themselves into oblivion but also not being jerks about it. Vitals: JOB: Trader Joe's SCHOOL: Enrolled but not registered (Next quarter or else!) GIRL: Nope BIKE: Needs work APARTMENT: Laundry everywhere, otherwise not that bad. Keep on whatever! -ANDREW. p.s. Saw serenity -- awesome! | | Tuesday, July 19th, 2005 | | 4:33 pm |
Naptime
I just woke up from an extra coupla hours of sleep in which I dreamt that a mysterious busfire/explosion while listening to Of Montreal killed the parents and siblings of a two year old boy at the same time that it magically transformed him, Tom Hanks style, into a fully grown man, whom I subsequently adopted. What followed was actually a pretty heartwarming movie sorta thing, complete with my character's manful, open weeping while holding a six foot seven, fully bearded two yearold as he cried. This is in retrospect, I didn't realize anything meta like that during the dream, in fact it was immersive enough that I woke up expecting to find the big guy curled up at the foot of the bed. Something of a relief that it was a dream, in otherwords. Work soon, -Andrew | | Wednesday, June 29th, 2005 | | 4:19 am |
Historical drinks triumph again
Okay, so Ben and I have been wondering about this drink mentioned in an off-hand fashion with few clues as to its ingredients in a Jeeves and Wooster short story by PG Wodehouse. We've tried ordering it a coupla times and have been met with blank stares. But just like how people spend time writing Buffy fanfic, other better people spend time puzzling out ingredients to ancient cocktails based on elliptical references and historical truth. enough chit chat: the green swizzle: 1 1/2 ounce trinidadian light rum 1 1/2 ounce fresh lime juice 5 drops anustroga bitters (there is no way I spelled anustroga correctly) mix and pour over a tall glass filled with crushed or shaved ice, fill with carbonated water float 1/2 ounce of creme de menthe garnish with fresh mint allow the customer to do the final mix. I tried a bastard approximation 'after hours' at the clever dunnes in a coffee cup (ordinary ice, peppermint schnapps for creme de menth, rose's lime instead of fresh limes, no mint) and it was pretty damned good. I'm assuming that the completed and exact beverage (exactly seven ingredients!) is even better. Huzzah the cocktail! -Andrew. | | Wednesday, June 1st, 2005 | | 5:17 am |
So, in keeping with my usual habit of being half a year out of phase with things that are cool (I'm either six months too early or six months too late) I just watched I <3 Huckabees. It was pretty cool. | | Saturday, April 23rd, 2005 | | 4:26 am |
Friday, April 22. I got off of work at 1am, and by 2:30 I was hitting eggs and tomatos with a three wood while over looking the freeway. We were Ben, Casey, Dustin, a girl, a dog, and a dozen Sierra Nevadas. It was looking pretty idyllic until the police arrived. I was about to tee off my last stroke of the evening (the eggs were running low) when I looked past my friends to see two shadowy figures approach, their equipment belts (guns, tasers, handcuffs, and various other symbols of office hanging down) silhouetted against the night sky. I said 'John Law' outloud, but nobody responded. About thirty feet away from us they turned on their flashlights. One of them said 'What are you doing?' My friends were aware by now of their presence and indeed their status as officers of the law, but I had been afforded an additional thirty seconds of awareness by that fateful glance over my shoulder, so my response superseded anything my drunken companions could have said. "Displaying youthful good spirits, sir." The po, thus assured that we were white, educated, and sober proceeded to deliver an exceedingly perfunctory lecture about drinking in public and the civic ills of fruit golf before leaving us alone, charged only with going home and packing out any trash we had generated. They left us with five open beers and another four still in the case. We walked to casey's and told the girl about Phil for an hour and a half. At this point nostalgia for the boat is running high enough that we all promised to call him in the morning and demand a boat ride. Whether this feeling will last through brunch is yet to be determined. Your Correspondent, -Andrew. | | Sunday, April 3rd, 2005 | | 3:09 am |
Safe at home
I spent two days locked out of the apartment -- I gotta stop forgetting my keys on the dresser as I rush out to do something or another -- but I'm back in my own (clean) room once again. I just wanted to post something that says I've lost my telephone yet again and no one should be mad at me for not taking their calls. Also, the miyazaki party was totally awesome, and I wish in retrospect that I hadn't left as early as I did because instead I just managed to spend money and watch ben get kicked out of the War Room for drinking outside liquor in the bathroom. Despite being locked away from home, I got some stuff done including new shoes, pants, and a kickin' shirt with a picture of chairman mao on it. Add a hair cut and maybe a single situp and and I'll be the most sexigble bachelor around. -Andrew. | | Friday, April 1st, 2005 | | 3:28 am |
Ryan: 'And also, tortilla's eliminate the need for plates... Think about it' | | Wednesday, March 30th, 2005 | | 5:14 pm |
Mysteeeeerious!!!
The cell phone fairy seems to have returned my telephone to me after I lost it last night while drunk. Since keith is the only guy who would A) recognize my telephone and B) have keys to put it in my room, I'm going to assume he was acting in concert with the fairy. Thanks, keith, and cell phone fairy! I spent the day hoisting furniture for Sir Captain Colonel Brendan Aye, Esq. and as a reward I ate a free sammich at Schultzy's, my favorite UW based sausage sandwhich resturaunt. Also, I got some kind of a collapsable shoe holder for my closet, which reminds me to tell the internet at large that my room is totally fricking clean right now. Keith's new NPC love interest really enjoys cleaning. -Andrew | | Monday, March 14th, 2005 | | 3:28 am |
 Soviet Era anti-alchol poster! | | Friday, February 25th, 2005 | | 4:13 am |
| | Thursday, February 24th, 2005 | | 4:41 am |
| | Monday, February 21st, 2005 | | 5:12 am |
Kevin, don't be mad. -Andrew | | Thursday, February 10th, 2005 | | 10:18 pm |
| | Saturday, February 5th, 2005 | | 4:31 am |
Day 3194: After extensive research, I've finally confirmed that you cannot browse the internet in a given discreet session longer than half an hour without stumbling across pictures that would have made you the target of criminal indecency laws a century ago. And yeah, that's pretty cool. -AD | | Monday, January 31st, 2005 | | 1:07 pm |
Keith already told you about it in some detail, but I managed to hack a pretty big chunk of my right pinky off while trying to clean a glass with some dried milk residue at the bottom of it. Its got superglue and the biggest bandaid we owned on it right now, and I'm afraid to look at the thing again. The edge of the glass cut me very cleanly, but it scooped a good square inch of flesh off in the process -- I folded the flap down and squeezed while cursing very proficiently. I can basically draw two possible morals from what happened, and one of them is clearly more in keeping with my character and usual standards of behavior: 1. always promptly rinse out glasses so that I don't have to cram my whole hand inside them in an attempt to clean the dried on gunk sticking to the very bottom or, 2. never clean another goddamned thing again, because it will only bring me pain and painful disability. Ashley's saturday night housewarming party was a pretty good time, but my date didn't go quite as well -- I got my second 'lets be friends' speech in three weeks. Luckily for me, I don't hardly give a damn. At this point each rejection is a sign that I'm doing something right, after all I can't be turned down if I'm not trying in the first place. Compared to the last 'lets be friends' this one is either more or less disappointing on account that I didn't get frenzied makeouts first. The important things in my life are becoming less and less important by absolute measure as I get older. If I was to provide a summary of 'interesting' things to happen to me in the last six months it would boil down to a frat-boy friendly list of conquests, drunken escapades, and debilitating illness. Not that I was actually producing anything of real, lasting value last year either (or any of the years before that) but at least it seemed like I was planning to. Oh well. If I'm going to have a goal for the next year of my life, finding true love via the process of elimination isn't a really terrible one, and it almost certainly beats my goal from 2002 of becoming the greatest single masturbation virtuoso of all time. Now I just need to make three times as much money as I currently do so that I can keep my creditors from suing me like they are currently threatening. -Andrew 'tha professional' Dalan | | Friday, January 28th, 2005 | | 4:25 am |
Happy Birthday, Casey, you wanker. barely drank a shot provided till the dunnes, all hella stuck on some girl who ain't no ambiguous good, all hella leaving your friends by their lonesome. but, all the same, a birthday good enough that i can't seem to muster the will to use capitalization. After bars I went to Minnies with DaveB and Towner-me-lad. I ate a fritatta faster than I ever have, and Keith had something involving ham and cheese. Naturally, BRENDAR had a dutch baby. The girl who tripped and fell while looking over her shoulder at Keith and I and later developed a fixation for Casey as some kind of dark prince (wear the cape, birthday-man!) was working there. When combined with the fact that the gypsy works there as well and that the normal course of servitor class turnover has removed every server I developed a rapport with over the last three terrible years make me almost never want to go again. Mitigating this is the fact that I rather enjoyed my asagio, cheese, salami and marinara egg production. One rambling LJ post later! -Andrew 'Boy Wonder' Dalan | | Thursday, January 27th, 2005 | | 6:07 pm |
Birthday Boy
Just posting it here since it has a different audience than his crappy myspace bulletin update, but we're rocking casey's birthday tonight. He says 10pm at lindas, but we may be somewhere earlier, so call for the detail. |
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