I desperately need to do my laundry. I have like negative two shirts to wear... the sad part is, it's only about $1.50 to do a load and dry it, and I can't scrape that half together...

I'm half watching 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind', and half writing this post. I highly recommend it... the movie, not this post. Hmm... umm... what to write? What's been happening?

Okay, I can't think about anything but this movie. I think I'll try finishing this later.

3) I spend most of my time talking to succulents, but I'm not crazy. No, really...ask my brother. You OBVIOUSLY know him.

Hey everyone... all five of you who still read on a regular basis. I have a confession to make, I've been working on another blog... I'm sorry it had to come out this way. Actually, Billy already mentioned it in one of his last post, the site is for "proj: pedal" [the untitled bike trip documentary], I'm not ready to draw back the curtain just yet though. Creating a site from scratch is exhausting, I've been feeling to wiped to even check-in on caliblog.

Anyways, I mainly wanted to get on here to post a new featured video, edited by my brother, Nick, who cut this after he flew home from staying with us for a week. Okay... I'm all blogged out today. Enjoy.

2) I have appeared in at least three different forms of media, including the daily funnies.

So, let me tell you...I woke up this morning at 11:04 to be at work at 11:30. Both of my alarms were turned off (somehow) and I had to get ready really fast. So I jump in the shower and throw my clothes on hastily and dash around the corner to my car and speed to work. I hurry to the timeclock, get downstairs and just wish I was back home relaxing. It was about that time that somebody informed me that I was no longer scheduled to be in this Monday. So, I guess that means I can go home, right? Well, apparently two of the other managers called out for the day (open and close), so Billy will be staying for the day...the WHOLE day. One of the other managers was in a meeting and the other was in training, so the unscheduled guy was not only working, but taking care of everything for the majority of the day (whoopie!). I didn't even get a freakin' lunch in, for crying out loud. It's okay, though. It wasn't so bad. I'm actually glad I could be there to help out. It was a LONG day, though, but near the end of the day a friendly face showed up and it made everything better. There are a few customers that come into the store fairly regularly that make it a pleasure to be there. So that was cool. I left work, grabbed some Panda Express, and settled in for the night.
Now I have the next two days off to work on some things. I don't know if I've mentioned it, but Mike and I are both working on second websites to be up sometime in the near future. That's probably what I'll be doing. Well, two days off...I might catch a movie, too. I'm still trying to master Photoshop and now work on my site (busy, busy, busy), but never too busy for a movie. Anyway, I hope everyone's doing great, stay happy and don't get pregnant (unless you want to)...

1) I am a non-talking animal.

This makes for the second post from the apple store [one in Chicago, and this one from Pasedena... making us huge dorks]. Here's a video clip of us standing around. How exciting.

Above: here's a view from the passenger seat looking down Magnolia Blvd. This is the street I drive down every day I have to work... a few more blocks down and the mountains pop out from behind the trees, I wish that our apartment was a little less deep in the valley, and that we could actually look out the window and see the mountains... but I guess the palm trees will just have to do for now.


Above: This was taken on our way back from "the rocks". Right about here my eyes were getting very, very heavy from the long day of sun... like Amanda said in her last post, I got home and passed out after this.


Above: Nick snapped this while walking the Mulholland trail... while writing this I just realized we still haven't hiked up to the Hollywood sign to get a closer look.

The one major downside to the Mahulland trail is the power lines that link downtown Hollywood with downtown LA which links to Beverly Hills which loops around to Burbank / North Hollwood...


Above: A view of downtown Hollywood. The second tallest building from the left, the dark one, is Neilsen, the movie ratings company Amanda and I worked at for a short time when we first moved here... which we arbrubtly quit because we suck.


Above: An exciting picture of the back of Amanda and I's head.


Above: I'm a monkey. I can't help but climb everything I see. If you look closely at my butt, you can see my tan shorts have a black area near the pocket, aparently I was walking around all day with a hole in my shorts and no one noticed till we we're walking back to the car... how embarrasing.


Above: This was taken after we all climbed up the side of the cliff...


Above: When I first pushed the button to take this picture, the dog's whole body was in the shot, but the camera took so long to react, he had walked right up to my face... as you can see.


Above: this pic is pretty much identical to the one above... but only two hours later.




Above: This house has been under construction since we all moved here seven months ago, it's at the very top of the Mulholland trail, and has one hell of a view.






Above: this picture kind of freaks me out, it's hard to tell now that it's been reduced so much in size and resolution, but all those strange white circles have like symbols inside them. Spooky... but not really...


Above: Nick has a ghost trail coming out from behind his head because I was spinning the camera quickly... I don't know why I did it... I just did. "Why is anything, anything"?






Above / below: I don't know exactly what is all over this horse, Amanda guessed it was some kind of medicine...
















Above / below: These two we're taken while Nick and I were waiting for the universal shuttle bus to drive back down the hill to our car. Shortly after this I leaned back to take another one and almost fell...




Above: I stole this from one of chuck's pictures... I mean I took the picture myself, but chuck took one just like it first.


Above: I started getting picture happy towards the end of Nick and I's walk back from Universal's City walk, here we are walking under the 101, on Cahuenga [I'm not entirely positive that's spelled correctly].

Monday I went and took my test at the DMV and passed! (the second time) Woo-hoo! So now I have my very own California drivers license. And two cool Cali license plates for my car. Except I haven't figured out how I'm going to get the one on the front of my car yet. Mike and I spent all day driving around getting the oil changed, looking for a smog check place, and then trying to find the DMV in Burbank that Chuck gave me really bad directions to. But we made it... and got it all done, eventually. Thankfully, my car passed the smog check with flying colors!



Mike's brother, Nick, is visiting this week. He flew out last Friday and is staying until Tomorrow. The night of Chuck's birthday we were all sitting around, hangin' out, and Mike and Nick were chatting on line with their video cameras hooked up so they could see each other and we all said, in our 1/2 drunken-ness, "Hey Nick, when are you going to come and visit? You should come tomorrow!". And the next day he had tickets. Funny how those things work out. Unfortunately because it was such short notice, Mike and I have had to work a lot while Nick has been here. Although, Mike was able to sneak his way out of a couple shifts. I know Mike has really enjoyed Nick being here.

On Sunday Mike, Nick and I had brunch with our friend Zack, in Santa Monica, at this really cool restaurant right on the beach. The tables are actually in the sand! You can take your shoes off and bury your feet, if you want. It was so cool... and yummy food, too! After we ate, the four of us drove up the coast to a beach in Malibu that a friend at work told me about that has really cool caves. It was so much fun. The waves were huge and knocking us over all the time but we still had a blast! We were laughing all day. After investigating the caves we drove up a bit further to our usual spot we call "the rocks" and just sat and watched the waves crash onto the rocks and the dolphins swim by. It was great. We were so tired by the time we got home, we all fell asleep in the living room at 8 pm. Nick took his video and digital cameras, so I'm sure Mike will be posting some fun stuff soon.

My mom's birthday was on Monday so I have to give her a shout-out (even though she's probably not reading this). Anyhow, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA!!!! You know I love ya more than bubble baths, and chocolate, and massages! (damn, that's a lot!) She turned 45, which means I'll be 25 very, very soon. AHHH!!! Too old, too old! She says she'd be willing to trade with me though. I think I'd rather just be 5. My mom is so sweet and funny. She sent me an email yesterday from her office that ended something like this...

"Anyway, we went to the Tiger Ball game with Chris and Ron last night, and they lost, but it was fun. We got home way late so I missed my beauty sleep. I've worked hard today, so I'm gonna blow this pop stand now. Love you much, your Mama"

She cracks my ass up!!!

Billy had tickets to go see a screening of a new movie tonight, that will be coming out soon, staring Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn. He was going to take Nick out and show him a good time but at the last minute it got canceled. So Nick didn't get to check out his first Hollywood screening... Bummer... That would have been cool.

By the way... Nick rocks at the guitar! The other night he was just playing random stuff as Mike sat at the computer and I lay on the couch. It was so relaxing listening to him. I wanted to go to sleep. He is awesome! I'm trying to get him to learn this John Mayer song I've always thought had cool guitar music. He's says it's pretty hard, but it's nice that he's trying anyway. He's a sweetie.

Well, that's all for now. Peace.

1) My twin and I weren't even 'born' in the same year, let alone on the same day. Wait a minute, would it really be "day" or...

It is a common misconception that the beloved bear, Winnie-the-Pooh was a direct representation of A. A. Milne's son's (Christopher Robin's) childhood teddy bear. In truth, both his name and the likeness he bore were the inspirations of outside sources.

The image of Pooh from the classic books was actually not based on Christopher Robin's bear, instead Milne's illustrator and partner, E. H. Shepard, opted to ignore the sketch studies he had made from Milne's teddy and use his own son's (Graham's) bear, 'Growler' as the model for the famous books.

When Pooh made his first appearance in When We Were Young, he went by the moniker of Mr. Edward Bear. It was a swan, in fact, that was given the name 'Pooh'. Christoper Robin felt that 'Pooh' was a perfect name for a swan, because if you called him and he didn't come to you, people would believe that you were simply dismissing the snobbish water fowl. When he parted ways with the swan, however, he decided to take the name with him, stating that he didn't feel the animal would want it anymore. In the following book, Winnie-the-Pooh, the story swing's it's main focus to the hardly used supporting character from the previous work, Mr. Edward Bear. In the beginning of the story, Edward exclaims that his name is too common and that he would like an exciting new name all to himself. Almost immediately and without much contemplation, Christopher Robin offered him the name Winnie-the-Pooh, which he happily accepted, and from that day forward...he was. The 'Winnie' part of Bear's name was borrowed from a famous bear who lived at the London Zoo.

A couple of interesting tidbits: The Pooh characters Rabbit and Owl were the only two not based on childhood toys, but the actual animals. All of the original toys with the exception of Roo (who was lost somewhere near Milne's home in Sussex, England) now reside at the Donnell branch of the New York City Public Library. Winnie-the-Pooh was actually first introduced (as Mr. Edward Bear) in Milne's poem 'Teddy Bear', which is an except from When We Were Young (1924).

3) It's odd that I always seem to be so hungry since, for the most part, I usually feel pretty stuffed.

2) My name originally belonged to a certain water fowl, due to it's unpredictable behavior, but wuz tookin away N giVen too sumbuDdy a littul mOre deezerving...ME! (Unless you count my full name, which is rounded out by a popular attraction at the time.)

As of Thursday, Chuck and I have been gone from Michigan for 6 months. It's like a half-anniversary. Oddly enough, it feels like 5 weeks AND 3 years all at the same time. I still have a bit of a love/hate relationship with California at this point. Tomorrow (Friday), Mike's brother Nick makes his fist visit to our humble abode, so we'll be kicking off the second half of our first year with a visitor from back home. Good Stuff. I'm looking forward to it. I'll be back soon.

For those of you who aren't aware: Yes, Smurfette was originally a raven-smurfed vixen created by Gargamel to lure and capture the smurfin' Smurfs. She was so overcome by the Smurfs' kindness, though, that she betrayed Gargamel and in the end was saved by the Smurfs and accepted as a full-smurfed Smurf.

1) Though I'm known to millions by my current name, if it wasn't for my need to feel unique, my friends would probably be calling me 'Eddie'.

The biggest people... the biggest houses... the biggest egos... the biggest surplus... and now: coming soon to a car dealership near you, the biggest vehicles... again.

These are pretty much self explanatory.









I hope you had a great birthday, Chuck!

2) Although I'm known for being a blonde beauty, I used to be a raven-haired vixen.

Everyone make sure they wish Chuck a happy 22nd birthday today, and if you don't read this until tomorrow...well, tell him then. I would have mentioned it earlier, but we were prepping for it for tonight.

You know those moments when you're clicking through someone's online photo albums, and you're then inspired to take some pictures of your own with your girlfriend's camera, and then, ten minutes and seven pictures later [two of which had the potential to be good...] you look down to notice there's no film... and your girlfriend and your roommate laugh, and laugh at your expense?

Those suck. But at least I can take comfort in knowing that everyone has made this mistake at least once... right? No... anyone?

1) I have really small feet, but nobody really notices.

The truth is... today was hell... for all of us. I've never cried so many times at work before. I was stressed and confused and I just don't know what to think, or what I want. I don't think any of us really do. What the hell has happened to us?

But I have to say Ani Difranco is helping my creative juices flow... she's giving me peace. For what it's worth.

You're not the only one who's confused.. but I'm sure you'll find out soon enough. These days things change in a split second.. with no warning.

I'm trying to find myself. It's so hard. I love living in California... It's just my life in general I'm not sure about.

I still have faith though. That's one thing that never changes.

This blog has gotten pretty boring recently. I think you should all stop reading. None of us ever really post anymore... not that I ever did very much. And now Chuck has sworn off blogging for life, so really what's left of Caliblog anyway?

I'm sitting alone at the computer desk. It's almost 3 am and it's very warm in our apartment. It's currently 77 degrees in sunny California (only not really sunny at the moment). I'm listening to Ani Difranco and singing pretty loud so I guess it's a good thing no one else is here.

I feel smothered... stifled. My creativity is lost.

I've changed my availability at work now so I will actually have a bit more free time.

I want to feel alive again. I want adventure. I want love.

i heard the sound of your bike,
as your wheels hit the gravel,
then your engine in the driveway
cutting off

all i need is my leather,
one t-shirt and two socks,
i'll keep my hands warm
in your pockets
and you can use the engine block,
and we'll ride out to california
with my arms around your chest,
and i'll pretend that this is real
'cuz this is what i like best

So my Step-sister and her friend moved out here last week. She started school this week. She looked at places on-line before she came out here. Mike and I went to check one out for her earlier and when she got here she saw it then signed the lease the next day, so that worked out really well for her. She's very lucky. They stayed the night with us on the floor the first night and then moved into their new place the very next day. I would've let them stay longer if they'd needed to, feel sort of obligated since someone did it for me... but it's a good thing they didn't need to since I'm not sure how much everyone else enjoyed them being here. It's nice to know there's a girl not so far away I can hang with if I need to... but honestly, I know we'll both be pretty busy.

We're very different... her and I.

I miss Jenny.

She's my spirit... the painting inside my soul... my inner peace.

I'd really like to live with a girl, I think. I tried to convince Lorrie, Mike's friend from work, to move into a new place with us but she's happy still living with her parents rent free. Damn.

A few nights ago it was, Mike's other friend from work, Zack's last day. It was sad. I miss him already. We were really just getting to know each other. But I have a feeling we'll be hanging out more in the future. He had a party at his place that night. It was a lot of fun. Lot's of people from work... some that I know but I'd never really talked to before so it was cool to get to know new people. Zack is cool... I think we'd get alone well. He's an extremely intelligent, funny, gay, black guy. He's always trying to help Mike out with his fashion sense. That's so nice of him.

My Godfather (Uncle Thurman) and his wife, Tricia, are expecting now. I'm pretty excited. It's their first. I honestly haven't even seen them since the beginning of the summer. Although I have cat / house sat a couple of times for them. Tricia says she's as big as a house now. I can't wait to see her.

Today at work I set up a home delivery for Sherry Stringfield, she was kind of bitchy.

So I'm going to bed now... and like I said.... I'd stop reading now, If I were you. Check back in a few months. We suck :)

So the other day I was driving down Magnolia in Burbank on my way to work and I was stopped at a red light when I looked up and noticed that gas was $2.03, and I thought "Wow! That's a really good price for gas... much better than the $2.21 I paid in Malibu the other day."

I've decided to change the cat's name from Emilo, to The black panther. Just thought I would let everyone know.

Despite the fact that I just quoted a Beach Boy's song [Billy, Amanda and I just finished watching 50 First Dates, and it's the theme song...so, that's where I got that from...], I have some Ben Folds stuck in my head, a song called "Still fighting it", the lyrics are depressing, but the good kind of depressing, they go something like this:

"...[And] Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
And you're so much like me
I'm sorry..."

Hmm... sorry for those of you who don't have iTunes, I don't know what will happen will you click on the above link. I don't know why I'm sharing this with you, I guess I've always thought you can tell a lot of what's going on in someone's head by the songs they're obsessed with at any given time.

You know what, I think I'm going to share a story with everyone. I just hope it sounds as good in writing as it does in my mind. Here we go:

Somewhere near the end of the cross-country bike trip, in Idaho, Tim and I, for reasons that would require an entirely separate story, decided to turn off the main highway that hugged the Lewis and Clark trail, and take what we expected to be a short diversion around an accident involving a semi. One of the many policemen blocking the “gawk’ers” from sneaking a peak, told Tim and I that we could either wait for them to clear a lane, or ride down the road to our left about a mile and then follow a dirt road that would lead back to the highway.

Sounded easy enough we thought, and considering that not too far behind us, two shifty homeless weirdo’s on bicycles [who constantly seemed like they were about to rob us] were approaching fast. So before the cop could finish his sentence, we took the back road and prayed that we could make a clean get away, knowing that if they caught back up and wormed their way into camping with us come nightfall, we would wake up broke.

Just as the cop had said, after a mile, a dirt road branched off to the right. It would have been hard to miss; the one car-width path was bumper to bumper with ‘detour’ traffic. Right away the road showed signs of trouble. The dirt wasn’t packed down, and our tires slipped with every pedal, it shot upwards at an unusually steep angle, but knowing that the cop probably had told the two strangers the same advice he told us, we pressed on.

An hour or so into the hill I had a flat back tire, while I was changing the tube, Tim found some berry bushes lining the dirt road, after agreeing that they looked like the edible kind, I ate them by the handful [since I was running low on food] as I was packing my tire-fixing-tools back up. Then we continued up the path, the cars had all disappeared and we were alone now. That’s when the stomachache hit… and hit hard. My first thought was, oh uh… those berries aren’t as safe to eat as we had thought. Shit. But as I was telling Tim about the sharp pains in my gut, I noticed my hands we’re black with WD40 grease, except each of my fingertips were squeaky clean. In the excitement I hadn’t realized I was eating oil-covered fruit. But, I just reminded myself that these things happen, and I could get some real food in my stomach after we reached the highway again. Which should be soon.

That’s when things really got bad. The farther and farther we traveled the steeper and more trail-like the road became. Every hour or so a random SUV would slowly pass us, some stopped and offered a ride, but we had three simple rules for the trip: [one] No hotels, [two] No hitchhiking, and [three] no giving up. One friendly lady, who pulled up shortly after Tim was trying so hard to peddle uphill that his chain snapped in two, said the road wasn’t really a road; it was an old goat trail that connected a few old farms.

The problem for Tim and I was that we couldn’t walk the bikes because for both of us, all the weight from our stuff was in the rear [not distributed evenly like you’re suppose to do… stupid bike guides… what do they know]. And I’m not sure how many of you have tried to walk a bike up an almost comically steep sandy hill, with 80 pounds of crap strapped to the back of it, but it doesn’t work out as well as you might think. And we couldn’t ride them up because, again, all the weight was in the back and we had to stand up on our pedals to get enough strength to move with barely enough speed to balance, and every time we stood up our front tire lifted off the ground.

So… it was fun. Especially five hours into it, and we hadn’t even reached the top of this “short detour”, by now we were cursing the cop and kicking ourselves for not just chilling in the woods while they cleaned up the road. But it was too late to turn around, for all we knew the top was right around the corner.

Long story short, it wasn’t right around the corner at all, it was much, much farther up. Whatever area of the “road-from-hell” wasn’t coated in sugar-fine dirt, was carved in obstacle-course canyons of rain washed clay. Tim and I must have pissed someone off in a past life, because we were being punished for something, we were sure of it. There was something about this shitty day - that was different from other shitty days. Now let me clear up something before I forget. I’m not sure how this story comes off to those of you who don’t know me, but even at the time, not just looking back on it now, Tim and I felt blessed to be on that trip… even the bad parts. So I’m not complaining [even if it sounds like I am…], this is all very funny to me.

Anyways, I’m suppose to wrapping this up aren’t I? For those of you still reading: After nightfall we made it to the nearest town, according to our maps, we had only traveled what would have been thirty miles down the highway. Both our knees felt swollen and seconds away from exploding. But most importantly… we woke up the next morning with all our money.

The moral of this long-winded story?

Whenever I feel like my life out here, in my new, strange surroundings is getting steep, when my feet keep slipping in the sand, and the weight of my bike is pulling me back down this never ending hill, I try to remind myself of the three most important rules I’ve ever lived my life by: “No hotels, no hitchhiking, and no giving up”. Of course two of those don’t really apply to everyday life, but… I know that someday, I will look back at this ‘uphill climb’ in my life, like I look back at the difficulties of the bike trip, and smile. Knowing that those moments of weakness are what made that trip special and unique, it’s the memories of hell and hardships that I love to relive the most. Those are the experiences that give me the strength and faith to grit my teeth and press on.

It’s easy to forget: “every hill has it’s peak”.

As Kurt Cobain once wrote - "If you read, you'll judge." (This was, of course, written on the cover of a private journal - published after his death without his consent.)

Caliblog hasn't put food on the table, but it’s been fun. Expressing yourself is healthy; I'm just all expressed out. I’m not excited about posting anymore. Let's face it - the quality and frequency of my work has been going downhill since... well, since a while ago.

I never wanted this kind of feedback on my life. All I wanted to do was get some laughs. Actually, I was hoping someone would read it that could pull a favor for us and send some work our way - but that hasn't happened either.

I’m just tired of putting myself out there. It gets really easy for everyone to point out the things that I'm doing wrong - and frankly, I never asked anyone's opinion. I scrutinize my life enough without the help of a couple thousand other people a day.

I think, after a while, the mundane becomes mundane. I can only sensationalize my life for so long. Now I'm all tuckered out. So it was a fun ride while it lasted.

Thanks for the positive responses to those that gave them. I did appreciate your support. I hope you all keep reading what my friends have to say. I’m sure if something important happens to us, they’ll give you a heads up.

Take care of yourselves.

-Charles Manley.

Okay, so we haven't made jack-squat, but that's okay (I hope that will tide you over for now, Mel). We will, and that's what really counts. I know I haven't written much outside of my contest, but I've had more than one person say that I should still be writing other things, and they're right. Plus, I'm going to have to write more to make up for a soon to be created void (see next post). Sorry. Not a lot has happened, though. I went to Universal Studios a couple of times and I met Gary Oldman at work. That should catch us up to speed (if there's anything else, I'll get to it later). I'll be back soon.

Before I start the next round in my little contest, I was asked to explain clue #1 from the last round. "1) I was a forefather to my mother and father." Cornelius and Zira came back to the past and had their child, Caeser (Escape From the Planet Of the Apes). It turns out that Caeser is the ape that started the revolution (Conquest Of the Planet Of the Apes) that leads to the original movies' storyline. He leads to the evolution of the entire genus and is considered the forefather to all of the apes to follow. When they refer to the "first ape" or "The Lawgiver", they are referring to Caesar. His parents will not exist until the world has devolved into what exists in the original movie. I hope that clears things up. Okay, enough of that...

WHO AM I? #6

1) I was born a few decades before the year 2500, which means that I died at the ripe old age of about 589.

Okay, in my spare time the past few days, I've been throwing together some t-shirt designs for friends at work. People who all share a love for 'hating urban outfitters'... but I don't have much to share, taking into consideration that my day off [yesterday] was spent shopping at Ikea for a new bed, dresser, bed-side drawers, a diner table, and four chairs to match... and then piecing the Swedish puzzle of wood and nails together late into the night.





Unfortunately, Cafe Press [the site that makes it all too easy to design merch] charges up the 'izzass. So, even though I wanted to make cheap-non-profit t-shirts for people to wear and share, turns out they're not so cheap [even "at-cost", as the website claims]. Anyways, it's 4 am, and I'm not looking forward to sleeping in 'till noon. I've got to get off this schedule.

I wanted to sift through the comments people left for my little-mini-contest, but halo-scan is taking a poo, so it will have to wait. One last note, I found a song today on someone's iMix by Lemon Jelly called "The Staunton Lick", if you don't have it... then stop what you're doing right now, and get it. It's my personal flavor of the week.

7) My father felt that a man shaving his face clean somehow made him look "less intelligent".

6) Why do you guys keep choosing PEOPLE? I never said I was a person.

I'm being forced to watch the style network with Amanda, I only have to endure five more minutes of "How do I look?" 'till the two of us are going to play Mario Kart... I'm wondering if it's a requirement for the guest to dance around like a crazy drug-crazed idiot while trying on new clothing?

Well, thanks to commercials I've sat here for a good ten minutes and been unable to write, I've just been staring absent minded-ly at the screen with this 'fresh-out-the-oven' laptop resting on my soon to be sweating legs. Did you know that iBooks run cold? They never get 'burn-the-house-down' hot like this PC in-front of me... that would be heaven right now. Sigh.

Oh, I have a mini-contest for everyone. Mostly I just need help being creative. I need a word that sums up the idea of: "Making money off of someone's likeness or name that didn't like materialism" [example: Urban Outfitters selling Che t-shirts to unsuspecting prep's that couldn't tell you two things about his life... especially the interesting fact that Che hated materialism. Ironic... don't ya' think]. So anyways, that's the contest, make a word for that, or a combination of two words "bunched-up" into something near one-word'ish. The winner will get... umm... something... that will be cool. But not a gift-certificate to Urban Outfitters. Good luck.

5) I started a revolution that changed the 'voice' of my world. "Hail to the King, Baby!"

It's 4:15 in the morning... and I don't know what the hell I am doing awake. My contacts are so dried out I can barely see what I am writing. That being said, I'm just going to post a link to this video I made without any real explanation. I was bored... I guess that's all you really need to know.

Mom's garden.





Camping with family.





Chicago & the Apple store.




Mark, Linette and Clementine.




My sister and her boyfriend.



Michelle getting ready to go back to EMU.