JAILBREAK:

Ain't breaking no rocks on the chain gang I'm breakin' out and headin' home

"Hell Yeah!" he yells, jumping of the 19 bus. He pumps his fist in the air, and turns to me, "dude this is the greatest day of my life, I don't even care if I'm sleeping under the Sellwood Bridge tonight."

"Um, ok. Good for you," I tell him.

He turns to walk across the street, and narrowly misses getting hit by a car. "You can't hurt me!" he yells, "I just got outta jail!"

He strides off into the dusk, mullet flowing proudly.
- posted by Aaron @ 10:07 AM

 
SITTIN' ON DUBS:

Memorial Day marks the beginning of summer, and as the barbecue is broken out of hibernation, thoughts inevitably turn to outdoor beer drinking, and The Adult Soap Box Derby. My entry, AKA "The Land Shark" will put all to shame.

Here she is, in all her pre-built glory:




And here's the "Almost Dollar Store", the wierd-ass place that I got alot of the parts from:


- posted by Aaron @ 10:51 AM

 
OUCH:

Knee deep in a serious assload of calls for my new job I happened to dial the number for, let's say..."Mr. and Mrs. Doe."

The phone rang, a man answered, and I asked, "Mr. or Mrs. Doe please," only to find out that the Mrs. recently passed away.

Man, that sucked, but it's probably safe to say that it sucks waaayyyy more for Mr. Doe.

Update:

Hearing, "I'm sure your program is great, but my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer two weeks ago, and I haven't had much time to check the web recently," also suuuucks.
- posted by Aaron @ 9:36 PM

 
SIGNS OF THE TIMES:

You know you're living in Ashcroft's America when even the street corner nut cases yelling about chemical plants and Weapons of Mass Destruction (tm) get all quiet when you look at them.

"Oh right sorry, I'm not supposed to talk about that stuff anymore," he says to me.

"It's cool. Preach on Brutha," I say.

He looks around, quickly ducks into a doorway, and disappears.
- posted by Aaron @ 9:14 PM