november, 2008:
(my seat is the one in the middle) (and this is only half the company!)
by the way, my coworker got a fish-eye lens (the same exact one i ordered a few days ago, too!) - that thing is a lot of fun.
by the way, here is corey of lvtc fame; he is posing with the autographed picture he gave me:
While Tabula Rasa may be shutting down, Tabulas will live forever!
So it's technically *not* a dream, but one of my life goals has been to cook Thanksgiving dinner (the turkey, the ham, the gravy, and stuffing, etc.). It looks like I'll have a shot of fulfilling this goal next week.
Thing is, I know absolutely nothing at all. Anybody got some tips? Any particular recipes work out well for you guys?
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I'm not kidding, but I received "fan" submissions to roycanhascheezburger.com: (first two courtesy of the juice, last 4 by tone-x). i'm not sure how to feel about these. given how much self-centered crap i write, it's probably good to balance it out with some humility:
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There have been some murmurs lately. "Roy, are you gonna do those Christmas photos again?"
If you missed it, I went to Sears photo studio last year to make the most ridiculous Christmas cards ever:
Note the awesome women's Christmas sweater, the ridiculous hand pose, and the super awkward smile
I'm honestly NOT sure how to top these cards this year. I've been trying to figure out what else I could possibly do ... any ideas would be greatly appreciated - remember I'm shameless and I'll do nearly anything.
a nice change of musical genres for me, at least.
here's the embed to listen:
robin thicke - dreamworld
I would be you, you would be me, we would be one, we would be just fine
The ice caps wouldn't be melting and neither would I
I would just drive my big old car and everything would be alright
And energy would just fall down right from the sky
Words would fly right from out of my mind,
out of my mind... into your heart... into your life
And everything would sound just right,
and no one would stop me from drinking my wine
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, it's more than a dream...
Dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, and I wanna live in my dream
Oh, the real world just don't feel right
I wouldn't spend my days searching for... searching for lost time
I wouldn't be so damn sensitive, I'd let things go by
No matter what the weather,
I'd learn to change... I'd change with the time
And everytime I need a woman,
she'd appear right by me
she hold me tight, treat me right, and tell me that
everything is gonna be, is gonna be alright... alright
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld
I would tell Van Gogh that he was loved, there's no need to cry
I would say, "Marvin Gaye, your father didn't want you to die"
There would be no black and white, the world just treat my wife right
We could walk down the Mississippi and no one would look at us twice
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, it's more than a dream...
Dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, and I wanna live in my dream
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So the running joke at the office is that I live in the ghetto. It's not altogether false - there are a large number of vagrants and tattoo shops in my immediate vicinity (but things are slowly getting better - for example, a 7-11 just opened up underneath me! (It did make things seem less ghetto-y).
Anyways, I park my car a couple blocks to the east in a surface lot. It's not exactly the most uplifting place, and I knew I was gambling when moving away from my nice garage (who wanted $250/month!)
Well, much to my delight, when I got to my car today, the driver side window was smashed! Yay! I became yet another statistic as a victim of non-violent property crime!
Here's the rub: the car was obviously ransacked - the car's owner manual was strewn out on the driver seat, and the glove compartment was left open.
But reasons beyond my fathoming - they left behind a $50 gas gift card as well as my iPod. What? Is it 'cause it was a 3G iPod? They also left my prescription sunglasses on the seat - were they not good enough to steal?
All in all, they were pretty considerate criminals. They only busted up my driver side seat window and stole ... absolutely nothing.
I guess the only winners are the people coming to replace my car window tomorrow. Lovely!
i really like this one (i've embedded the song at the bottom of this post)
jimmy eat world - work
if you only once would let me
only just one time
then be happy with the consequence
with whatever's gonna happen tonight
don't think we're not serious
when's it ever not?
the love we make it's give and it's take
i'm game to play along
all i can say
i shouldn't say
can we take a ride?
get out of this place
while we still have time?
all the best djs are saving
the slowest song for last
when the dance is through
its me and you
come on, would it really be so bad?
the things we think might be the same
but i won't fight more
its just not me to wear it on my sleeve
count on the for sure
all i can say
i shouldn't say
can we take a ride?
get out of this place
while we still have time
you wanna take a ride?
get out of this place
while we still have time
yeah - we still have time
can't say i was never wrong
but some blame rests on you
work and play they're never ok to mix
to mix the way we do
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I really thought we were still happy with each other. I never imagined
that the last time we've met would be the last time I'll ever hug and
kiss him.
At that moment, when he walked me to the station on the way to work, I
brushed away the sad feeling lingering in my chest. My heart felt there
was already something wrong with the way he moved around me.
But even then, I chose to ignore the signs. I ignored the jealous
feeling when they posted a screenshot of their Cabal characters as
their primary photos at Friendster a few months back. I did not think
too much of the numerous times he was not able to answer my calls, even
in the middle of the day. I overlooked the fact that he virtually
stopped texting me as often as he used to.
I still convinced myself that everything is fine.
If he only knew how I cried every night for him, because I felt that he paid little attention to me these past few months.
I still really love him. Call me stupid, but I still care for him,
regardless of what he has done to me. As much as I wanted to blame him
for what has happened, I can't. I just can't. I care too much.
I kept telling everyone not to be angry at him, because he loved me for
the past 3 years. I kept telling them it was probably my fault, that I
failed to be the perfect girl for him, and that he found someone who
would better understand him.
I don't want him to be the villain in this story. Until the end, I'm still trying to protect him.
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I've changed my mind about not going to Hero this saturday. I am going.
In fact, I think I'll be joining the catwalk. It's been a while since
I've cosplayed individually (as opposed to just costripping). And my
mom's coming too. She wants to experience going to a convention with
me. She knew what I was going through and she's encouraging me to have
fun to take my mind off my troubles.That's why I love my mom. ^^
