Well, it's 12:30am on March the 30th and I'm restless and need a short break from from Guitar Hero: Metallica and Warhammer 40k: Dawn of War II. Maybe I'll write a quick blurb about my thoughts on them a little later. Who doesn't want to know what I think about video games? For now a short scatter-shot ramble will have to suffice: I'm not in the proper mood to exalt my current electronic entertainment with the correct "Oh my goodness, doesn't that sound fun; let's go get it now!" verbiage.
For any of either of my listens who don't already know about it already, I'd like to take a moment to reccommend Pandora radio. (www.pandora.com) Just sign up and create a personalized radio station of your own design! Enter your favorite band or song and Pandora will propogate a whole radio station rocks/groove/bumps appropriately. Try it out!
What now, ah yes: Today is my first night I've taken off from "partying" since Thursday. On Friday night I went down to our local cowboy/kareoke bar with Kris. We sat and drank cheap beer and accused one another of being old and boring until we had drank enough to forget we were old and boring and started acting accordingly. A mutual friend happened to drop by with a few lady-friends in tow and before you knew it we found ourselves at Old Chicago playing pool poorly and enjoy kareoke performances to varying degrees. The next morning Kris complained that his legs were sore. I reminded him that his legs were probably as old and boring as the rest of him and how should probably get used to that.
On Saturday I met Tanya, Mr. Sipowicz, their respective crews downtown at Shanghai Tunnels. Located just across the street from my favorite bar in the Red Light district (off of Burnside for those playing at home courtey of Google Maps) Shanghai Tunnels is one of Portland's respectable dive bars. The main bar area is underground, constructed in one of Portland's actual shanghai tunnels (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shanghai_tunnels for all the sordid speculation) the atmosphere is appropriately dark and the beer protected from the prying eyes of the respectable microbrews in the gloom in unabashedly imported and cheap. I had a nice time. I did post-birthday shots with Tanya and 'lost' my wallet, if by lost I mean was exactly where I thought it was in the first place despite insistant protests to the contrary. Those that owe me drinks know who you are. ;)
Last night I accompanied the girlfriend to a 'Topping Party'. I ate Pepperoni and Butterfinger pizza. Heartburn caused by chocolate, cheese, sliced meats, and Pabst Blue Ribbon feels, and more unfortunately, tastes exactly like you would imagine. I would not recommend it. We eventually ended up at the Grove again and found my good friend Kris proceeding with considerable drunk inertia towards what would eventually become a night he claims not to remember. Before he dove completely into his all consuming "Look at me!" drunk, Amanda sang an especially crowd-pleasing rendition of Blondie's "Call Me" in what has to be one of the sweetest wigs that bar has seen in a long time. (I have pictures somewhere. :D) But I digress: Kris then proceeded to make a huge, unapologetic ass out of himself for the next 2 hours. There's something delicious about watching your best friend interrupt a group of synchronized Cha-Cha'ers with his own oblivious hip-hop dancing. For several minutes. And no, I didn't try and stop him. It was hilarious. He later convinced a kareoke'er to help him sing one of his songs and then sang completely over the top of him, made crass and inappropriate comments to the unmodestly dressed, loudly, later slid out of his seat and was unable to right himself for several minutes, and for good measure stuffed a handful of napkins down my shirt for reasons unknown. Somehow the knowledge that he made an ass out of himself at his favorite bar was worth all the obnoxiousness. I gave him a ride home. And isn't that what friends are for?
I promised one of my co-workers that I would do my best to sit down and write a summary of the unique 'challenges' we face. I should probably do that next time. I'm sleepy and hardly have the energy to proofread this post, though I should. Look at all those superfluous adjectives! Maybe I'll just add a bunch of "-"s and pretend I have a masterful command of the hyphen.
An early Happy Birthday to my sister, Meredith! I'll have to buy you a belated birthday drink when I come down! /celebrate
I think that's about it!
Ah yes: I always have trouble deciding what to ramble on about. Have a topic you'd like me to blather on about? Let me know!
This has been Seth's Secrets: Volume II. Until next time.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Hi mom!
This is for my mom.
For as long as I can remember she's encouraged me in all my writing endevours, overwhelmingly big and dismissively small. I dedicate this blog and whatever comes of it to her.
In that vein I think it seems only fitting to delve straight into the heart of what all moms everywhere want to know:
"How are you?"
As of right now, on March 25th, 2009, in the cloudy city of Milwaukie, Oregon, outside our fair state's largest and most ship-friendly city, sitting in a well-kept, second-hand recliner writing my first entry in my first blog while waiting for my laundry to finish washing, I am well. Thanks for asking.
Today is my last day off for the next week or so. I'd like to complain, but in the light of +11% unemployment it seems ungrateful and shamefully myopic to do so. I work in Oregon's largest shopping mall, somehow. (If you don't live in downtown Portland and like to shop, you'd probably recognize me.) I get paid reasonably well for what is asked of me, have to endure more pointless nonsense than I'd like (I don't mind the politics and the posturing so much, but... this is a story for another time), get union medical, dental, and vision, for next to nothing and generally enjoy my co-workers, if not the environment. I can't, and shouldn't complain, but do. Regularly.
I just helped my girlfriend, Amanda, move into her new apartment with her brother and one of her best friends. She's 5 minutes further from work, but miles from a cramped, dusty, basement apartment without a kitchen or full bathroom with inconsiderate roommates/landlords and proportionally happier for it. She has great friends that moved damned near everything that she couldn't. All that was left for me to do by the time I got there was provide moral support and rather undextrously drop her clothes all over the street as I carried them to my car. We'll be celebrating our half-iversary next month. That's 2% of my life... Feel old yet, mom? ;)
What else: I'm going to visit my sister Meredith in San Fransisco at the end of next month. I've never been to that part of the state and haven't seen her in ages. I'm looking for to being shown the touristy sites, my sister's fancy new WoW machine, and maybe a kareoke bar or two. I would feel remiss in not demonstrating my modest vocal abilities as a combination "Thanks for letting me stay with you!/Enjoy watching your brother drunkenly embarrassing himself". See you next month!
I got a new desktop computer. I'm very happy with it. Windows Vista hasn't earned my genuine ire yet, but we'll see.
I'm going out drinking with my co-worker, ex-interim boss on Friday. If you are one of my customers with a problem that you wish to have solved on Saturday I'd like to pre-emptively suggest that you ask as nicely, and as quietly as possible. My personal customer service philosophy of 'Be as Helpful as your Customers are Polite' is never enforced so strictly as when I'm hung over.
That's it. My laundry needs to be dried. Until next time!
Secret Seth
For as long as I can remember she's encouraged me in all my writing endevours, overwhelmingly big and dismissively small. I dedicate this blog and whatever comes of it to her.
In that vein I think it seems only fitting to delve straight into the heart of what all moms everywhere want to know:
"How are you?"
As of right now, on March 25th, 2009, in the cloudy city of Milwaukie, Oregon, outside our fair state's largest and most ship-friendly city, sitting in a well-kept, second-hand recliner writing my first entry in my first blog while waiting for my laundry to finish washing, I am well. Thanks for asking.
Today is my last day off for the next week or so. I'd like to complain, but in the light of +11% unemployment it seems ungrateful and shamefully myopic to do so. I work in Oregon's largest shopping mall, somehow. (If you don't live in downtown Portland and like to shop, you'd probably recognize me.) I get paid reasonably well for what is asked of me, have to endure more pointless nonsense than I'd like (I don't mind the politics and the posturing so much, but... this is a story for another time), get union medical, dental, and vision, for next to nothing and generally enjoy my co-workers, if not the environment. I can't, and shouldn't complain, but do. Regularly.
I just helped my girlfriend, Amanda, move into her new apartment with her brother and one of her best friends. She's 5 minutes further from work, but miles from a cramped, dusty, basement apartment without a kitchen or full bathroom with inconsiderate roommates/landlords and proportionally happier for it. She has great friends that moved damned near everything that she couldn't. All that was left for me to do by the time I got there was provide moral support and rather undextrously drop her clothes all over the street as I carried them to my car. We'll be celebrating our half-iversary next month. That's 2% of my life... Feel old yet, mom? ;)
What else: I'm going to visit my sister Meredith in San Fransisco at the end of next month. I've never been to that part of the state and haven't seen her in ages. I'm looking for to being shown the touristy sites, my sister's fancy new WoW machine, and maybe a kareoke bar or two. I would feel remiss in not demonstrating my modest vocal abilities as a combination "Thanks for letting me stay with you!/Enjoy watching your brother drunkenly embarrassing himself". See you next month!
I got a new desktop computer. I'm very happy with it. Windows Vista hasn't earned my genuine ire yet, but we'll see.
I'm going out drinking with my co-worker, ex-interim boss on Friday. If you are one of my customers with a problem that you wish to have solved on Saturday I'd like to pre-emptively suggest that you ask as nicely, and as quietly as possible. My personal customer service philosophy of 'Be as Helpful as your Customers are Polite' is never enforced so strictly as when I'm hung over.
That's it. My laundry needs to be dried. Until next time!
Secret Seth
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