The Shaking Fist

Wowzers, someone’s finally invented colored bubbles. I want!

I don’t care how much money I don’t have in the bank, I’m making it down to this no matter what.

I just stumbled upon a lovely little morsel of awesomeness tonight: paper robots! I found a couple of sites so far that have downloadable patterns for making your very own paper robots, Robot Tairiku (a free site) and Flying Pig (unfortunately most on that site aren’t free, except for these here). I am inspired. After I make a couple, I want to try and see if I can design some of my own…

My household is now minus one member. Yesterday morning I had to put my fish down once and for all. He really wasn’t doing too well for a while, and I finally found out why: there were huge fucking worms growing in his tank. And for some strange reason, their population boomed within hours of taking fishie out of the tank. Poor fishie. Since then I’ve developed a morbid curiosity about the worms. I tried dumping poison in there and they just kept spawning. I’m starting to wonder if I have mutant worms. Soon they will take over the apartment. And then… the world.

Aside from the worm debacle, Thanksgiving was fun times. Ana’s mom, brother, and sister stopped by early in the day, so I finally got to meet them. Unfortunately though they had to leave before dinner. My mom stopped by to help out with building the feast and we got to hang out for a bit. Bijan came over later on, then Cory, so we all got to hang out together for the first time. Fun stuff, fun stuff.

Now we’ve got enough turkey to last us a quite a few days. Mmm… turkey sandwiches.

I got an envelope in the mail today from Brooks with a copy of the commencement program from my graduation and a photo of a bunch of kids that graduated. Not only had I never even heard of two of the six supposed “VisCom grads” listed in the program, I didn’t know a single person that was in the photo either. I think they sent me a picture of Still kids. Perhaps they did because they didn’t have the right picture to give me. And why is that? Because they didn’t take pictures of the VisCom kids there at all. They could have at least sent me a picture with film or VJ kids in it, I’d have at least recognized people.

They have no love for the VisCom.

I just wanted to take this brief moment to say:

That is all.

I’m still currently working on making this site not suck, so bear with me whilst I try and figure this out!

In other news, the Funkstörung show the other night was grand. We got there when the doors opened, which unforuntately turned out to be two hours before they played. While we were standing around waiting, we saw a couple guys right next to us that looked a lot like Funkstörung… and later on we discovered that that was the case. I’m still kicking myself for not saying anything.

After much cursing, swearing, and confusion, I am finally the proud owner of my very own blog. That’s right, I have finally forsaken my Xanga, once and for all. Mucho thanks to Bill and Cory for making it all happen. You guys own!