Archives for July, 2008
Something New: Week 3 - Changing My Own Oil
Sometimes doing something new means learning to do things for yourself. This week I decided to try my hand at changing my own oil.
Usually when the Oil Maintenance Required light comes on in my car I cringe at the thought of having to take it in to have the oil changed, usually shelling out [...]
The trick is to keep breathing…
Think of something that makes you happy…
Sometimes the idea becomes to fake it till you make it. Sometimes you just need to find happiness where you can. In a cup of coffee. In your morning run. In dropping yet another belt size. In the laughter shared with your friends. [...]
Something New: Week 2 (Part 2) - The Hunt For Glowy Grunion
In the warm summer months a strange spectacle takes place along the Californian coast. Thousands of fish known as grunions come ashore in the hopes of mating and laying eggs to ensure future generations. Amidst their writhing copulation, thousands of spectators yearly interrupt this slimy union and catch the participants in mid coitus. [...]
Something New: Week 2 (Part 1) - Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
On July 18th 2008, I shot a man with a 9mm Beretta. I calmly loaded the magazine into the gun, took aim, put my finger on the trigger and pulled. A couple of rounds later the man sported a hole in his head and a couple on his chest. I shot a [...]
You go girl
Working in downtown Los Angeles is a great experience. Eating there, however, is mostly hit or miss. We have our usual lunch place which suffices if you’re interested in over paying for, what could be argued as, “so-so” quality food. So when the opportunity knocks to have lunch away from your usual [...]
My Meteoric Rise and Fall
Earlier today I took a step towards infamy and riches. After reading the post on Mashable telling how GoDaddy open up registration for the .me extension for domain names I rushed over to GoDaddy and proceeded to buy the domain name that would make me rich, once I sold it anyways. What domain [...]
Pyrrhic Victories
Ah, the joys of relapsing. It makes one feel so worthless and almost as stupid as the guy who wanted to return the money he stole for the wallet he left behind. Yes, relapsing is never good. So, I must find solace wherever I can. Lately that’s been in my routine. [...]
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