August 03, 2006
Blue Angels
For some reason the sound of the Blue Angels tearing across the city isn't quite as fun when half the world is at war.
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June 07, 2006
Hey Dude
Did anyone grow up watching as much Nickelodeon and TBS as I did?
To this day I still love Saved By the Bell, in fact I watch it every day at 4:00 of FOX. I also sometimes watch Sabrina (the college years) on UPN at 3:30. I love Sabrina because back in the the early '90s Melissa Joan Hart starred in a show on Nickelodeon called Clarissa Explains it All.
Just this weekend I was reminded of another show I loved that ran from 1989-1991. The show is Hey Dude; it was on Nick as well. This show featured a group of teenagers that worked on a dude ranch for the summer. The show starred David Lascher (who was also in Sabrina), Christine Taylor (I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.), and Kelly Brown and Joe Torres (known as Danny Lightfoot) both of the latter were never to be seen on TV or in the movies following Hey Dude (bad career move?? maybe.).
I must also mention, because i just can't help myself, that I love Adventures of Pete and Pete, Salute Your Shorts, and (orginal) Doug and (original) Rugrats.
Oh, and for the little sis I'll give props to Gullah-Gullah Island.
Also, Lisa, I've been trying to link to your Adventures of Pete and Pete post, but blogger's down.
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March 14, 2006
blog makeover
i am attempting some blog makeover...however I know no CSS and hardly any html. so, if things look messed up that's why.
there are links to be added and links to take away.
basically it's getting a little old and outdated.
for the last four months at work I've been actually motivated to work while I'm there...that feeling is starting to fade however, so maybe the blog will be back on track.
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January 28, 2006
What is going on??
I'm looking outside right now and it is raining, snowing and hailing all at the same time?! What is that all about? I told my dog she has to hold her pee all day because it's too miserable to go outside. If I were her I would have peed on the bed right then and there, but she just went back to sleep. Silly dog.
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January 12, 2006
comet karaoke
Last night alex and I went to karaoke night at the comet. This is always a fun night. Last night was no exception, in fact it was more fun than usual. We stayed until closing time and met a lot of really cool people. The comet is much more enjoyable now that there's no smoking -- well there is, but it's a very small area upstairs. One of the best things is that you can take your dog. Aggie loves karaoke night; she gets tons of attention. Last night she got more attention than usual; she got a song dedicated to her by "Nigel." He said, "This song is dedicated to the poodle who has remained amazingly calm despite all the retarded behavior." I don't remember the song though. Aggie also got to sit with the door man and eat beef jerky.
Now, if only we could get the nerve to actually sing.
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October 26, 2005
So $tupid
Isn't it stupid when people blog about why they haven't blogged in awhile.
Yeah, I know, we've all done it. In fact, I'm doing it right now.
Seriously though, y'all should be happy for me. I have more freelance work than I can even imagine. I'm going to be able to afford that wrist surgery after all.
I'm looking for a dog to adopt, if anyone knows of any available. It has to be allergy-friendly. Breeds such as: Basenji, Bedlington Terrier, Bichon Frise, Chinese Crested, Irish Water Spaniel, Kerry Blue Terrier, Maltese, Poodles, Portuguese Water Dog, Schnauzers, Soft Coated Wheaton Terrier, and Xoloitzcuintli (fss breed) as "lower dander" breeds.
In the mean time, you can laugh at this Marge-like head wrap.
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October 07, 2005
Um...does this sound like the plot to a really bad horror film?
Lets go hunting - m4w - 53
Reply to: anon-102548549@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-10-07, 12:02PM PDT
I want a female partner to go hunting with me. I want to leave on the 14th and return a week later. You need no money, I pay for every thing. I do not drive and you must! No strings attached, lets just go away for a week and relax. Reply with picture if possible. I am 6'3" 200 lbs.long silver hair. I don't drink but you can. There will be other couples there also. I know this post may sound strange but, I have been planning this for awhile and my "partner" has left me to go alone. We will camping in a tent! Are you up to it? We will be in the Methow Valley/Winthrop area. Gonna be FUN!
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September 29, 2005
Fall: What a Dangerous Season!
My favorite season in Seattle is definitely Fall. I know, everyone here loves the summer, but it's so boring. The colors of the evergreen trees and fall leaves against the gray, cloudy sky are amazing. This time of year, the boring, monotone grayness has yet to settle in over our little corner of the world.
This morning on my walk to work I was reminded of the other side of Fall however. The evil, dangerous side.
After getting nailed in the head twice by those little spiky balls on trees (you know, the kind you threw at your siblings when you were a kid and they hurt like hell), and getting poked directly in the eye (leading to actual tears) by the stem on a leaf, I had to put on my protective eye wear, otherwise known as sunglasses (see figure 1). Then, I felt like a dork. I was wearing really dark sunglasses when it was sprinkling, dark, and cloudy outside. It was totally necessary though. If I had goggles, I would have worn them.
Figure 1.
The plus side to the extreme wind? No need for a blow dryer (see figure 2).
Figure 2.
At one point I was afraid that I and the other pedestrians on the corner waiting for the light to change were going to be crushed by a Dumpster swinging over head (See figure 3). The picture makes it look much farther away.
Figure 3.
At least it wasn't really raining. That's when it gets really dangerous. Those dumb Seattlites bring out their umbrellas in the strong wind storms and they don't know how to hold them correctly. Which means you have to watch out for two things; one, escaped umbrellas, they may have flown out of hands, or really dumb people just leave them on the street when they break, and two, you may be standing there just minding your own business when all of a sudden some moron walks up and turns the wrong way causing their umbrella to unexpectedly turn inside out and you have been pronged. The worst pronging of all is the eye pronging, followed closely by the ruining of the sweater pronging.
Anyway, on a final note, a pretty tree:
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September 06, 2005
The stresses of finding that one and only first-day-of-school outfit
Today is the first day of school for many kids. As I was walking Aggie this morning I saw a bunch of the kids changing classes at the school across the street from my apartment. This reminded me of how important it always was to pick out what you were going to wear on the first day of school. I remember thinking that how I dressed on that most-holiest of days could affect the rest of the school year. This was such a challenge because you knew that 99.9% of everyone else was also stressing out over what to wear on this day. Our moms and dads had all taken us shopping for our back-to-school clothes but you didn't want to wear an all-new outfit on the first day because you would look like you were trying too hard, you couldn't and shouldn't wear something that was indicative in anyway of last year's most popular styles and you most definitely could not wear anything too similar or dissimilar to your BFF.
At the moment I can only specifically remember one of my first-day-of-school outfits. Let's not ask my parents for their input on this subject because I'm sure they remember many, many more. The first day of my freshman year of high school was traumatic to say the least. I was not very happy about the parental units moving to a new city and forcing me to enter another new school, especially this one. Buchanan High School at that time consisted of only 8th, 9th & 10th grade. It was brand spanking new and hideous. Nothing but concrete surrounded by orchards. I couldn't believe I was going to be in school with 95% white kids and some of them were even cowboys (trust me, later this year I even had to learn line dancing).
From what I recall, the outfit consisted of (toe-to-head) old worn out black vans that were covered in friendship pens and paint, red fishnet stockings (I think), jean shorts (possibly cut-offs which mean I was out of "dress code"), an over-sized Checkmate (my brother's ska band) t-shirt, probably about 10 homemade necklaces (as my friend and I were very into beading that summer), and a super bad short haircut. I also took my homemade doll, Sally the hooker, with me to school that day, but that's another story.
The point is, I established that I was a freak on the very first day of school. I'm embarrassed, looking back, at what I wore, but it helped me create an identity. Apparently I wasn't the only person that wanted to be a freak either because, believe it or not, I made friends dressed that way. I made friends despite the fact that I introduced people to my hooker doll. Really people, high school is a scary place. You couldn't pay me all the money in the world to go back. However, I do miss that first day of school outfit. Maybe if I ever become that school librarian or even a teacher, I'll get to go back-to-school shopping again!
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September 01, 2005
My friend KJ
My friend KJ is one of the funniest people I've ever known. When we were in high school we had one goal: Be funny. We wanted everyone to think we were funny. We used to do the most ridiculous things; start rumors about ourselves, drink Barq's root beer by the 12 pack, spit ice cubes back and forth into each other's mouths (yeah, gross), and tell really bad jokes. I, in the end, did not turn out too terribly funny. I am extremely sardonic and often referred to as a smart ass, whereas KJ is just hilarious.
We were recently e-mailing about her troubles in the boy department when she sent me the most funny e-mail, written in screenplay format:
I took your advice and wore a little tank top to the gym, convinced that once he saw me he would be floored by my awesome muscles and fall in love with me. Here's how I imagined the scene playing out (in
screenplay format):
Int. Gym - Day
The gym is crowded and smells like sweat. Enter KJ just off the
treadmill, dressed in a cute tank top and black slimming cotton
workout pants. She walks over to the free weights to examine her
options. After a brief pause of contemplation she decides to go with
the 5 lbs weights, knowing that she's not strong enough to lift
anything else. She takes the weights over to the workout bench and
looks at herself in the mirror and begins her bicep curls. Even with
the 5 lbs weights it's an obvious struggle.
Through the reflection in the mirror she notices one of the GYM
TRAINERS standing on her left, talking with one of his 40-year-old
female TRAINEES. He's a casual guy with no pretense about him. His
countenance reflects his sincerity and ease at which he takes on life.
In short, he looks like a nice guy. He's so dang hot that KJ
doesn't know what to do. She stops, turns to look at him and just
stands there frozen like a fool. He briefly glances at her then
continues his conversation with his Trainee.
TRAINER
Alright, well, that's it for today.
TRAINEE
Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow.
Trainee flashes a flirty smile at him then turns to leave.
TRAINER
See you later.
Exit Trainee. KJ knows this is her only chance. It's now or
never. She quickly walks over to him.
KJ
So...I see you're a trainer.
TRAINER
Yeah.
KJ
Maybe you could give me some advice.
TRAINER
I saw you working out with those weights...
You look like you could use some guidance.
KJ
Well, while I would like to improve my muscular structure I don't think I can afford such services.
But if you'd like to make a deal...How about you train me to be
physically fit and I'll train you in the ways of love?
TRAINER
Deal.
KJ
Okay, but just to clarify, when I say "love"
I'm not talking about sex, so don't get any wrong ideas.
And the two walk happily off into the sunset.
FADE OUT.
Yeah, that didn't happen. He did look at me, but only because I walked in front of him.
I mean really, who can make all that up and stick it in an e-mail just to make me laugh. I am so jealous. I must say though that KJ is a sweet and kind person. She does not hold her funniness over me, in fact she won't admit that she's more funny than I am, she refers to me as Melanie "Funny Girl" Davis.
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July 22, 2005
In honor of my recent post about FUBS
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July 21, 2005
FUBS
I just had a great conversation with my boss and coworker about FUBS. We were laughing about people who "blow up the bathroom" at work. Apparently one time someone stunk it up so bad that they both stood outside the bathroom waiting to see who it was. She doesn't work here anymore. Apparently she constantly had some sort of gastro problem, my boss said, "she always wore these white trousers and there was always a brown spot in the back that ran down her leg."
So, in case you're wondering, FUBS stands for Fucked Up Bowel Syndrome. My friends Shellie and Leslie came up with it a long time ago. One of them openly suffers from IBS, aka FUBS. They went on a vacation to Italy and Greece a couple years ago and the best story (aside from the engagement) that they had to tell me is when they were in Italy and one of them had to use the bathroom really bad. The only toilets they could find were pay toilets, but as they had just gotten to the country, they didn't have any change yet. So, she had to go up to the bathroom attendant who didn't speak much english and explain to him that if he didn't let her use the bathroom she was going to shit her pants right there, in front of him. So, he let her in, and then she spent so much time exploding on the pot that her legs went numb. Now that's a serious case of the FUBS if I've ever heard one.
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July 19, 2005
What an absolutely Dupre day!
As I was sitting at home this evening doing my proofreading, I became extremely perplexed. First, I came across a line that said, "The building is overall Dupre." I thought to myself, hmm...that's an odd description, but maybe it's condo jargon. A few pages later it said, "The building is in Dupre condition." I was now more confused, but my internet had decided to quit working and there was nothing I could do to figure out what this was talking about. This goes on and on; Dupre condition for the neighborhood, Dupre recollection, This would be a Dupre time for a break. That is what finally got me laughing, for one second the thought crossed my mind that maybe the attorney was making fun of the witness for overusing this "Dupre" saying that I had never heard before until I realized what had happened. At some point, the court reporter accidentally hit a key that changed all the "good"s to "Dupre"s.
So, tomorrow, when someone asks you how's your day, just say, it's Dupre, darling, absolutely Dupre.
Oh, and just for fun, look up Dupre in Wikipedia.
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July 14, 2005
Where the streets have no names
When I first moved to Seattle, I had a hell of a time remembering the street in downtown (no, not the numbered ones, I was able to figure that out on my own). Shannon was kind enought to teach me this great mnemonic device to remember them: Jesus Christ made Seattle under protest.
J - Jefferson, James
C - Cherry, Columbia
M - Marion, Madison
S - Spring, Seneca
U - University, Union
P - Pike, Pine
I have since had the pleasure of sharing this knowledge with many, many people and thought I would pass it on further. Many of the people I teach it to have lived in Seattle for years & years and still don't know which streets are where.
This also led to a funny conversation abour our favorite mnenomic devices, such as:
King Henry died drinking chocolate milk.
FOIL
RAVEN
Bad beer rots our young guts, but vodka goes well
To see what all of these stand for:
Kilo
Hecta
Deca
Deci
Centi
Milli
First, oustide, inside, last - Algebra to multiply two binomials
Remember
Affect
Verb
Effect
Noun
Black
Brown
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Violet
Grey
White
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July 11, 2005
the dog park
This weekend, bugg , bugg's little one and I took the doggies to Magnuson Dog Park. It was only Aggie's third time going to the dog park. I was a nervous wreck the whole time, constantly afraid she's going to attack and dominate an overly curious puppy or attack and dominate a dog 10 times her size. Instead, she behaved like an absolute angel and had a great time playing with her new friends, willow, keno & tico. She would've had much more fun if I hadn't been so neurotic and controlling, but hey, what can I say...
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May 25, 2005
Hilarity ensues...
...in my living room as I look to see why I had so many hits on my blog yesterday. Then, as I looked at my search strings I realized that all the perverts in the world were searching for the new Carl's Jr. ad with the "Scantily clad" Paris Hilton and instead had to see the horrifying picture of the Burger King Queen.
Haha.
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April 13, 2005
best search string yet
jeremy nash lingerie
I don't know what's up, but this month I've had more google & yahoo search hits than ever before.
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March 29, 2005
funny stuff, possibly illegal?
so, yesterday i'm riding the bus home and after i took a seat in the back a drunk guy got on. he had a cup of "coffee" in his hand that kept almost landing in my lap. he spouted off a bunch of crap about Bush and other politicians for the entire ride and some people were even encouraging him which was rather entertaining. as he was getting off the bus he spilled some of his "coffee" on a not-very-bright woman towards the front of the bus who decided that it would be beneficial in some way, shape, or form to yell at the guy for getting 2 drops on her. obviously this sent the drunk into an outrage and he started cussing her out as he slooowly walked off the bus. now here comes the funny-possibly-illegal part...
my 250-pound african-american bus driver told the drunk to apologize and stop speaking that way or he was going to wash his mouth out with soap and give him a spanking.
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March 16, 2005
For the record...
I was right.
Beastie Boys, Licensed to Ill 1986 (I was in 3rd grade, living in L.A.)
Challenger Crash January 28, 1986
Simpsons First Season 1989
and just in case you're curious, Fugazi, Steady Diet of Nothing 1991
oh, and I remember why I stopped drinking on skool nights.
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February 20, 2005
the wisdom of the simpsons
just because you're a lesbian doesn't mean you are a less being.
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February 17, 2005
danger
everyone better watch out, i just might roll you up
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January 31, 2005
3 weeks
3 weeks post surgery
3 weeks no smoking
3 weeks of pain
3 weeks of being on drugs
3 weeks of being bored
3 weeks since i've seen the bottom of my right foot
3 weeks of blog entries only related to my knee
hmmm...maybe week 4 will bring something new.
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December 23, 2004
for those that remain...
i'm starting to feel like one of the last people in seattle still at work. what i wouldn't give to be at home curled up in bed with some cartoons and aggie. i walk in this morning and the first thing the boss does is give me a bottle of kick-ass champagne. i don't want to be rude, so it's sitting right in front of me. the problem being that when i look at it i want to puke. my coworker is demanding that we listen to christmas music and she's singing along with them...
so, here's a lesson for you: if you ever spill your entire beer in your lap, don't order another beer. just get up and go home.
happy traveling y'all...
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December 22, 2004
everything's just ***tastic, darling!
recent uses of -tastic
Me: Chase, what do you think of that guy's jacket?
C: It's fringe-tastic!
Ken: Who grated all the cheese? He/she must of been a pro!
Me: He/she is absolutely cheese-tastic.
Me: Did you have fun playing more WoW last night?
Chase: It was WoW-tastic!
last night on elimidate:
All of these girls are so skank-tastic!
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December 21, 2004
schmaiku
for the bloject
michael k taylor
murray dunham & murray
attorney at law
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December 13, 2004
medical terminology
A. It was called a hydrocelectomy.
Q. That's one I haven't heard of before.
What's that?
A. It's where your balls get really big.
Q. From what?
A. I don't know. I'm not a doctor.
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December 12, 2004
another dinner
so, dinner was good tonight, if i do say so myself (seeing how i cooked and all). jeremy's first and last sunday dinner, unless we all go to wisco and he gets his wife to cook for us.
were there any bad parts to the evening, you ask?? well one stupid whore failed to show up or even call to say he wasn't coming.
other than that, it was great, really...oh, except for that one other thing that happened, what was that anyway?? i don't remember because i'm so damn tired from staying up to finish all the dishes.
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December 05, 2004
Melokity Vicodin for you - Cheapy
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December 01, 2004
I'm Blogging!
This is where all the text goes when you write your story. It can probably go on and on and on and on (just like you do sometimes).
Sometimes it will go past the photo and look like this? Or maybe like this. I'm just typing to fill up space now, making sure it looks like you want it to look when you ramble on and on and on and on.
See?
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November 27, 2004
best day cont...
so i'm retarded and i had just done this entire entry and then i accidentally closed the browser and lost everything. i'm very determined to do this, but now i'm going to have to just do a re-cap cause i'm frustrated.
after i got the pics i went down the street and saw this cute boy playing drums: 
he was playing cause these guys (byc) were dancing: 
then i saw these freaks.
and then i went on saw i [heart] huckabees and kept asking "how am i not myself?"
then i went downtown to pick up the pictures of the guys dancing and ran into one of them and gave them all the pictures.
then i waited for the bus and read more fever pitch. then as i was getting on the bus a guy said "nice bottom, that is a nice bottom, you have a nice bottom." then i laughed a lot because i don't know anyone that uses the word "bottom."
then i came home and hung out with jeremy, and then i went to the summit and got drunk and listened to ken talk about how cute the picture of shannon is and how drunk he is. 
and for some reason, it was a really good day. it was really fun to not worry about who i had to see, what i had to do, where to go. it's fun being selfish.
(this was much more descriptive and interesting the first time around)
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November 26, 2004
best day in seattle, ever.
today was probably one of the best days i've ever spent in seattle. after sleeping off two days worth of hangovers i got my lazy ass out of bed and decided to venture downtown. i knew full well the chaos that i would soon encounter, this being the busiest shopping day of the year and all. i had no idea, however, just how great it would all turn out.
all the buses were re-routed due to the parade/tree lighting, etc... so i had to get off a few stops early. i forced my way through the crowds and lines of little kids all dressed up to take pictures with the nordstrom santa clause (no other could possibly do). across from the line of little kids with pretentious parents was a line of protesters against the wearing of fur (which sent me into a long period of self-reflection over the fact that i have no problem wearing leather and eating meat but i would not in a million years wear fur).
the fur protesters were followed very closely by the jesus freaks.
i elbowed my way through the masses of people at westlake center to drop off a role of film (pics of the bloody nose catastrophe...don't worry andy, they didn't really turn out that well). after dropping off the film i went to enjoy a quiet lunch which i spent reading fever pitch (a book that is taking me entirely way too long to read for some reason).
after lunch i went to pick up my pictures. 
and the story of the rest of the best day will have to be continued because it's taking me too long and i've got other things to do, like eat food that ken's cooking for me.
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November 24, 2004
streb
being up a little later than usual last night, i actually got to watch letterman, one of the few tv shows i enjoy watching. the guest performer was a group called streb. they were so funny, i couldn't stop laughing. all they did was jump straight towards a plexiglass wall and bounce off of it. then smash each other against the plexiglass and slide down the plexiglass...
i don't know if it was supposed to be funny; it's art. oh yeah, and trampoline jumping is an olympic sport...oh wait, it is. granted these people had mad jumping skills, i just didn't get it. i couldn't find any meaning or purpose, except to have fun. like when you were younger, maybe at a high school dance or carnival, and you put on one of those velcro suits and could run and jump against a wall and just hang there. i never considered myself as a "performer" per se when i was doing that...but maybe i was. maybe that was my true calling in life, velcro-wall jumping, and i missed it. damn.
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November 16, 2004
crime
i was walking down the street today, coming up on the intersection of 4th and union when this guy ran past me with a tan jacket on and ear length curly brown hair. he barely made it across the street before the light changed. the only reason i really noticed was because he was kind of dirty and gross looking and he almost ran into me (and i didn't want to get dirty and gross). i didn't really think of it beyond that until after the light changed and i crossed in the opposite direction (he had ran across union on 4th, i crossed 4th on union) and headed towards wamu on 5th and union. as i was crossing the alley between 4th and 5th, the same guy comes running across the street towards me, it looked as though he had come from david lawrence. he had his tan jacket stuffed under his arm, with what appeared to be quite a bulge of something else underneath it. he also had a black beret on which he threw into the dumpster as he ran through the alley looking back over his shoulder.
i'm pretty sure he stole something. i don't know if that's jumping to conclusions or not, but why would you throw your black beret in the dumpster while running through an alley? no one came out to chase him down or anything, so i don't really know, but it did make my day a little more exciting. if only i were quicker on the draw with the camera...
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November 10, 2004
seagull
this is my pet seagull named melanie. i don't really remember how the gull got named, but somehow, it stuck. melanie used to come and visit me every morning at my old office. when we were moving, my coworker (old man paul) and i were afraid she'd never find us. so, we made a sign giving melanie the new address of our office. low and behold about 4 months later i'm scared to death by the sound of something trying to break through the window right behind where i sit. melanie was sitting right on the ledge, trying to get my attention. i don't know what took her so long to find us...maybe she was mad that we left. i've never given her any food, but she comes back nearly every day. if i'm too busy to notice, she starts pecking (really hard) on the glass and leaves all these weird slobber marks all over the window (did you know birds slobber?). well, here she is:
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October 30, 2004
things are not always what they appear to be
i was walking down the street with aggie yesterday evening and this scary-hardcore looking gangsta' fella was walking straight towards us. i kind of got that feeling like i should look away or cross the street or something, but then i remembered i live in seattle now and i'm on capital hill, so i keep walking. the sidewalk was completely covered in leaves and aggie loves to play in leaves. so i start kicking leaves all over her and burying her in them and she's freaking out, chasing them, biting them, attacking them. at this point, scary-hardcore gangsta' fella starts cracking up and pointing at her and laughing and saying things like, "you're so funny, why you doin' that to your doggie, that's so funny, she's got leaves all over her..." which is when i realize that scary-hardcore gangsta' fella is actually mentally handicapped (or whatever the current p.c. term is).
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October 27, 2004
voting
ballot is in the mail...now we wait.
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October 21, 2004
searching got me thinking
before i registered my domain name i did a search for "meloknee" to see what came up and who else out there was using the name. i've been using it for probably 5 years or so, ever since knee became impossible to get, and of course nothing came up that had anything to do with me. well, now on a google search it's so cool because all the first results are about ME!!
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October 20, 2004
my phone
my phone runs out of batteries by the time i get home from work if i use it at all, so i decided to actually take advantage of verizon's "new every two" plan and get a brand new phone
i love new stuff (and getting packages while at work).
Posted by meloknee at 02:03 PM | Comments (1)
my job is so boring...
...should i move to chicago???
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Posted by meloknee at 12:56 PM | Comments (0)
October 12, 2004
Why am i awake?
When was the last time you watched sesame street? what a bizarre show. they now have a character named Joe Hundredguy that just completely mocks joe millionaire, hilarious. and why did anyone ever wonder whether or not bert and ernie were gay? uh...there's no question, unless they came out over the last few years.
the next question is why am i cooking potatoes, ham and eggs at 6:00 a.m. and have already watched one episode of sesame and dragontales?
the really funny thing is i've been up since 5:00 and i bet i'll still be late to work.
man i wish i had a breakfast like this every day.
Posted by meloknee at 06:19 AM | Comments (2)
October 09, 2004
Just in case
you were wondering, bush push at 2:00 am, while really drunk, is not a good idea. damn i can't believe i don't own a digital camera. i think that may have just moved to the top of my list. just so i could make andy feel like shit day after day after day...
Posted by meloknee at 10:27 AM | Comments (0)
October 08, 2004
ben harper
according to my coworker:
similar to stevie vaughn
pop
blues
indie?? no, i don't think so.
Posted by meloknee at 12:24 PM | Comments (3)
October 06, 2004
what i do in order to pay for what i want...
i sometimes think it's very cryptic, what i actually "do."
court reporter:
A person who makes a word-for-word record of what is said in court and produces a transcript of the proceedings upon request.
What is a scopist?
A scopist is a professional who provides computer-aided transcription services for court reporters. The scopist receives the reporter's unedited, unresearched transcript on a computer disk or via the Internet. With the aid of specialized software (a "CAT" system) and the scopist's skills of translating undefined stenotype into English, punctuating, researching, and formatting, a complete transcript is produced.
What is a proofreader?
A proofreader is a professional who provides a second set of eyes to review the transcript for a court reporter or scopist. The proofreader receives the reporter's translated, edited transcript and reviews it for spelling, grammar and punctuation errors.
What is the difference between scopists and proofreaders?
Scopists take a translated transcript and edits it to ensure that all untranslated words are translated properly, that all conflicts are resolved (example: too/to/two), that any terms, names, and addresses are researched for accuracy and include the appropriate punctuation.
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so granted, i'm not a court reporter because i tried that and it was boring as shit. so i'm a scopist & proofreader, which actually utilizes my education, so that's good. now my main job is managing a court reporting firm, which sucks and is really boring (except i work with great people), so i'm trying to break free.
the break down of what i will have to proof or scope to make the difference in pay that i make at my "day" job:
(in pages i will have to read, normal turn around 48 hours, expedite, 12-24 hours)
proofreading alone (which will never be all i do):
7142 pages/month
238 pages/day
~3 hours/day
scoping with audio (meaning i listen to an audio recording of the proceeding while editing):
2000 pages/month
67 pages/day
~3 hours/day
scoping no audio:
3333 pages/month
111 pages/day
~3 hours/day
so, you do the math...
what the hell am i doing with a day job??
Posted by meloknee at 12:23 AM | Comments (4)
October 05, 2004
New Bed for ME
I had the best night's sleep in 4 months!!! All due to the crazy hippies at:
I love my new bed.
Posted by meloknee at 10:21 AM | Comments (3)
I-5 Construction
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I don't remember who I promised to show this to.
Aside from that, I'm just practicing all the new things I learned yesterday.
Posted by meloknee at 09:04 AM | Comments (1)
October 04, 2004
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
I'm sure everyone starts out thinking blogs are a little crazy, right? The belief that anyone actually cares about what I have to say, blah, blah, blah. But then I realized how unfair it was that I was relying on all of my friends to entertain me at work and after long nights of drinking, by reading their blogs. It's only fair that I contribute to the entertainment and enjoyment of all of them. Granted I know next to nothing about computers and have to have all of those friends make mine for me, but I will do my best to be witty, clever, inappropriate and anything else you may want me to be.
Thanks Andy!!
Posted by meloknee at 08:48 PM | Comments (1)