Projects:
01 -- MTC
02 -- a PHP gallery framework I've been working on
03 -- Endysis (bitch needs a redesign [and more content])
04 -- More art (all kinds).
05 -- A MAME cabinet.
06 -- A headphone amplifier (probably similar to M^3)
07 -- FREELANCE
That's not everything, either. That's only the stuff on my short list.
And now you know. Anyway, enough with my plans.
For the 24th year in a row, I drove down south and attended the Ashland Fourth of July Parade / citywide celebration. The Parade / Day itself was fairly lackluster, but it was damn good to see some of the boys. Ms. Kim wasn't able to attend (for the second year in a row [1000xCLOWNFROWNFACES]), so I made the trek down by myself on the 3rd.
Before I leave, at work, about 40 minutes before noon (I'm planning to leave at noon), I totally fat finger a command and blow away the project I've been working on for the past 3 weeks. The 'revert' command just fucks shit up more. I nearly shat. I *run* to the other end of the building and grab the SVN guru. With a few magic keystrokes, he saves my ass. A few minutes late, I hit the road, heart attack averted.
I realized, while driving fast and listening to some seriously kick ass tunes, how perfect it was. It's a 4.5 hour drive. A regular CD can contain 80 minutes of music. I can burn a CD of quality MP3s that contains 4.3 hours of music. Technology is amazing. Music has become a commodity. What do I do with the other 0.2 hours of music? That's for the final home stretch. I've never been accurately able to determine what music would be adequate, so I leave a wildcard space.
Anyway, the drive is overly uneventful (AND EXPENSIVE). I arrive at a decent hour and hang with the parents. I pass out early, only to wake early and drive my ass to Ashland for the parade. Our friends had staked out a place earlier, so we roll in just as the jets fly overhead and the parade starts. We get situated and I look across the street to see the following:
click here for NOINTERNETCENSORSHIP version.
The legendary 'Naked Lady' was there. She goes around *everywhere* like this. Everyone stares. Some men drool. It was amusing, watching individuals in the crowd and and determining if they were watching the parade, or watching TITTY. Apparently there was some parade-related drama. Check the picture out in this article. LOL OUT LOUD!
This just in: a closer inspection of original picture yields scary results. YOW.
Then, these assholes roll by. Yeah, I remember you dicks from last year. Guess what? It wasn't awesome then, either. I hope your gyros explode.
It's not a parade if there aren't some SILLY ASS IMPORTS. On a serious note -- perhaps an all time low in parade quality?
The highlight of the parade? A paparazzi moment with Tooth. Yeah, you remember Tooth, right?
The one thing I don't get about this image -- why is he standing among children with a giant halfie? Ha! I pray that it's an illusion. But seriously, I couldn't have imagined a more perfect pose by the guy.
The parade finished uneventfully. I immediately went to the bar and started drinking. T-bag was working, but I met his girlyfriend and consumed a few stiff GRAPE DRANKS, as I like to call 'em (double-strength cocktail that tastes like lightly carbonated grape koolaide). Zac showed up. We hung out in a closet area and listened to AIDS WOLF for awhile. Good times.
POPULATION: TOOTH.
After lunch and a nap, I head to Zac's for some radness. Zac rents a ridiculous house with a homemade ramp in the back yard. There was a plywood table holding a king's ransom in chex mix, potato chips, dips, red vines, skittles and nacho cheese. The only part I wasn't stoked on was the Weezer logo tagged on the ramp. Did someone try to cross it off? Hrmm.
The valley is beautiful.
Fireworks were watched from on top of a particular downtown building. The View wasn't superb, but really, who the fuck cares about fireworks these days?
I eventually make it home and pass the shit out, sunburn free. Sun: 23, Me: 1.
The rest of the weekend was low key. I hung out with the parents, watched some movies, had some great discussions, drank vodka and honed my rifle accuracy on some punkass boxes with spraypainted targets.
Finally, I know this is old as shit, but it continues to bring a smile to my face. How a seven year old can say such amazing things, I'll never know.
Moral of the story: I drive back to portland the next day and go back to work. More info soon, big things are in the works! Potential massive debt! Yay!
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