June 2006 Archives

It is true that there was no Ribcage story this week--and after two unfinished first parters! I was going to put up a little page that said "INTERMISSION" but I was doing things.

Today is our second anniversary, Elise and I. Due to calendar miscalculations we're back home from our anniversary vacation on Treasure Island. (Real place.)

We spent two nights on the beach. One in a beautiful newly renovated room only three feet from people eating and a band playing horrible Jimmy Buffet covers. And the other in an ugly never renovated Penthouse Suite with a beautiful eighth floor view and jacuzzi tub. All in all it was great because we got the best of both worlds. And seriously, though that first room felt clean and modern, that damn beach band's three foot speaker was extended up and almost into our "private" balcony! In the second room, two buildings down and eight floors up, we could still hear that music loud and clear!

The view from our first balcony on our romantic anniversary beach getaway. Guitar player on the left, big momma speaker on the right. I put this photo on here because, who thinks that this is an okay place to position a loud and annoying jam band when people are paying $140 a night for the room with the beachfront balcony?

As you can see, the view from our second room was far more agreeable, so much so that we were okay that it did not have a kitchen like the first and that our Hot Pockets thawed and had to be thrown away.

And then this is the ring that I proposed to Elise with...

And this is one where you can get a sense of how blue the moonstone gets in certain light. And also, where you can see the hand-engraved ring of Saturn around one of the diamonds.

That's called a surprise. Where I talk about rooms with bands under the balcony and rooms without kitchens and what not and then BAM.

I'm engaged.

Elise and I are engaged now and I think we're leaving so she can get lots of her hair chopped off, so I'll have to spare the details for later.

This is waiting for us to pick up when we get back from vacation.

There is a new story over at www.ribcage.org.

I wrote it with all of my teeth, but almost minus one tooth as Elise's elbow accidentally conked it pretty good and made my lip and gum line bleed just a bit.

I started thinking about what I would do if my tooth had actually popped out and the only thing I could think of was that I would probably drop it in a glass of soy milk, as that is the closest thing we have to actual milk in this apartment. Then I started wondering whether or not soy milk has the same tooth-saving properties as cow's milk?

As this was at around two last night that my tooth was conked, I would probably stand in front of a dentist's office, holding my glass of soy milk and tooth, just waiting for the morning, waiting for the dentist to arrive.

Then I started to wonder how often dentists arrive at the office to find someone with such a tooth emergency? Once a year, for sure--right? I mean, if you're really loyal to your dentist, or you can't find any kind of twenty-four hour place in your town--you would have to just wait.

The dentist would arrive and he would see the glass of milk in your hand and he would think, here we go again.

So there is this girl at work that's dealing kittens out like cute, cuddly smack and I'd be lying if I said that we weren't going to give one of these kittens a home next month, probably.

She brought in pictures today. They look like tiny Sednas.

I'm not talking about our possible future kitten because it's all that important yet, but just to make you jealous. Yes you. And especially you,Jeremy.

It's over at www.ribcage.org. This week's story. It's me cooking some things up. Next week's story, if all goes as planned, should be very interesting.

The week after that, well...

I'm just glad that it's Wednesday morning and a story is where it should be. It is however, almost eight in said morning and I have to be at work this afternoon. You'd guess right to guess that I haven't slept as of yet.

Oh work! How you don't fit into my completely random reading, writing and sleeping patterns!

Today is like our Monday. Five workdays straight. But at least it isn't six anymore. Maybe soon it will be the four we were hired for!

I invented this really horrible dish at work the other day--it reads like this...

HOMEMADE POTATO CHIPS
$STEVEN STYLE$
ADD SCALLIONS
SIDE SOUR CREAM

Steven Style in Market Street lingo is cheddar-jack and chopped bacon. These are like thin and crunchy and delicious potato skins that go straight to your heart and kill you, but not before making you big and fat again, which you know you can never let happen Christian.

I got on this reading kick that I should always be on, if I'm to be honest. Now I have a less and more legitimate reason to not enjoy work.

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close that I wrote a premature review of was, as I had hoped, fantastic through and through.

Now I'm like 400 pages into Douglas Coupland's Microserfs update jPod and I don't know what the hell to think yet. That's why I don't want to go to work tomorrow--because I want the last fifty pages of jPod to blow me away. Bastard wrote himself into his own book. Everyone is doing that nowadays.

I would do the same... but who wants to read about a waiter that bitches that he doesn't have enough time to read books with cameos by their own author?

FRONT STREET SALAD
ADD CHICKEN
GRILLED
NO BALSAMIC
SUB RANCH
EXTRA RANCH
ON SIDE
NO BLUE CHEESE
SUB CHEDDAR
EXTRA PLATE
TO SHARE
ON THE FLY!