Over the last few weeks, I've had the pleasure of visiting both the Oregon coast -- one of my all-time favourite destinations and a little chunk of Portland gold.
Just over a fortnight ago, Brian, or Gjurj as we all know him, proposed a lightning-trip to the coast to get our feeties wet in the ocean. "Draw up them blueprints, I think we have us a fucking plan" I said.
We rustled the ladyfolk, Sarah and Kim and hit the road to Cannon Beach. after wetting our feeties, we ate some pretty decent food and walked around town. My favourite part was going to this strange Scandinavian shop. It has the most banal novelty items and decorations. Some examples. That page kicks ass. I'm a bit proponent of the "BIG FUCKING TEXT IS BOUND TO CATCH SOMEONE'S EYE, RIGHT?" advertising concept.
FUCK THE POLICE. We approve of the message that you just read. Brian and Eric for City Treasurers 2008. Our slogan: "We're sexy; so you don't have to be."
Kim and I took a page out of Fugitives and Refugees and hunted down Elk Rock Island. Reported to be an island of raw wilderness just a few miles from the city, we found it to be just that. I give it an a-. A few too many signs of human trespass (see also: beer bottles and soda cans) knocked it down to a minus. A very photogenic place.
A lovenote for my lady.
"From downtown Portland, follow McLoughlin Boulevard south. Take the River Road exit, drive four blocks, then turn right on Sparrow Street to the corner of 19th Avenue.
Me, posted up under the bridge. On the weekend, I brandish switchblade knifez and collect tolls from tourists. To buy drugs. To sell at orphanage open-houses. Hardcore as fuck. 2007.
Beyond random trips, things have been fun. I've been getting some work done on the collective, as my last post details. Crazy good. I love Eclipse. And XDebug. And XAMPP. Yar.
I got a raise at work. 5%. Pretty, pretty decent. I also got a pretty, pretty decent bonus. I knew we got a year end bonus, I just didn't know it'd be so, um, rad. I'm going to build the machine to kill all machines. Nothing short of 4gigs of ram and 2tb of storage for stuff. I'm also going to buy some sweet RS4 rims and some new skins.
I'm 23 now, but will I live to be 24? Fuck yes I did. It was my birthday yesterday. This last year has raced by. So much has changed. Last year, I was still just an intern. Now, I'm neck deep in stress and deadlines and real-job responsibilities. It's, um, intense. I gave a short speech to the interns about 'my story,' since I was successful at getting a full-time position. Due to that, I believe, I've had a couple of the interns shadow me. It's funny to think I was in their shoes, trying to meet and impress everyone. It's a hard life, being an intern, but hey, someone's got to do it.
Anyway, back to my birthday. I would have been out and about, causing hell in this city, but I was on-call and the shit hit the fan. Kim ordered out some dinner while I sat there trying to fix the problems. 12 hours of work yesterday. Not fun. At least I get to listen to loud, obscene music at home, right?
And, just so you know -- the new Ween EP is top-notch. A little BROWN SOUND for the Summer never sounded so tasty.
My friend Abe threw my friend Paul a shindig at a bar attached to the local Lazer Tag joint. They still exist? Whoa. Anyway, there were live bands and dollar beers. It was really fun seeing a lot of people from the college days. They seem so far away. My ex-roommate from the A-frame, Andy, the superpimp to end them all, is getting married. To a really nice girl, I might add. Jeryl is getting married in LESS THAN A MONTH. Holy fuck. I'm getting old. Marriage is crazy -- I'm still such a kid. I mean, I have to aggressively fight the urge to throw M80s from my car when driving through school zones.
In the end, I still feel like I have a lot of mischeif and chaos to cause. I love you all.
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EDIT: Bonnie ! Like whoa.
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