What am I going to do with all of these "Comet" t-shirts and keychains? I'm ruined.
I like the name. Plus it makes my url short. I should have registered chicken.vox.com.
When I do get invites, I'm going to try and get my mom and sisters on here. No more jokes about vicodin and cos-play, I guess.
Menudo (the food, not the musical group) on Christmas morning.
- Every time I accidentally attempt to navigate away from the editing page and NotComet tells me I'm going to lose my work, I want to give whoever coded that bit of magic a nickel. Whoever you are, come collect your 35¢.
- I still get lost. I thought it'd start making sense but I still get lost. Note: I'm completely addicted to vicodin so that might be the reason.
- I can't mail photos into the system from my phone. Am I supposed to log that as a bug? I will after I post this. Update: I have no idea how to post a bug or where to send it. Oh well, I'm sure they'll fix it.
- I LOVE the question of the day feature. I hope they do upload a photo about (some subject).
- Text editing is strange. How come no HTML edit? I love editing in HTML.
Sonic Youth at the Warfield. I was living in Berkely and my friend invited me out to see them. I had no clue who they were, I had only heard some music off Sister and thought it was cool--where "cool" meant absurd and strange and nonsensical.
Anyway, I don't remember the concert at all only that it was VERY loud and they seemed really bored up there (besides the drummer). I remember thinking concerts weren't very interesting at all, and it was kind of a waste of money when you considered the price of a ticket versus the price of a CD.
I usually leave that bit out when I tell people.
I just found out that cotton candy in French is "barbe-à-papa" (grandpa's beard). Pass French through Japanese and you get awesome.
So this morning I'm in Downtown SF waiting for the Apple store to open, and I decide to walk over to Starbucks and get some coffee. The place is packed with the only people who are in Downtown SF on a Memorial Day: tourists. It takes me what feels like 10 minutes before I get to order, and when I go to get sugar there is a line there too.
Some guy is busily turning two $1.50 shots of espresso into, I think, $2.50 white chocolate mochas and so the rest of us are watching him work. He's mixing, he's sampling, he's measuring, he's saving $2.
When it's my turn to sugar my coffee I end up in the center position. People to my right and left are busily reaching for sticks and packets like yielding vultures picking at a carcass.
My needs are simple. I take two of the raw sugar packets, hold them together, tear the tops off in one motion, and then promptly pour them both into the trash-hole.
Oops.
Every so often I do this. Completely unintentional, but entirely weird--especially when there are people around watching me. It happens so rarely I forget that I even do it. This morning I think it was just due to not having coffee and being a little distracted by all the people snaking their hands around me to get stuff. My brain gets confused and some sugar goes into the trash.
This morning when it happened, everyone at the counter stopped doing what they were doing and just kind of stared at the trash hole. It felt like they were questioning either their own ideas on what to do with sugar (have they been wrong all this time?) or they were wondering if I was doing something entirely normal and they just weren't understanding it. With everyone paused, I immediately grabbed another two packets, I felt like I had to hurry and do what I was supposed to with sugar to sort of "right the tipping boat".
There seemed to be a little climactic tension as I tore open the two packets, "Would he do it again?" I could feel them all staring at me. But no, this time I dropped it in my sugar, quickly stirred it up and walked out as fast as I could.
Two days in a row now I've taken the ferry into Sausalito. Well... walked down to 24th and Mission, then rode BART to Embarcadero, then walked over to the ferry building... all in the 7am hour.
I've never really done anything like it before. I've always commuted by car, and I've never been an early riser, so it's been kind of a nice little change of pace. I guess San Francisco has been one giant change of pace for me.
It's rare to feel like this is the best time of your life, to know that some day you'll look back and think, "damn that was pretty cool." But this evening when the boat pulled up to the dock, and all nine of us commuters stepped off the boat having spent the day working in Sausalito...well, that was was pretty cool.
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