August 2003 Archives

It's 98 degrees outside today. With a heat index of 108-112. Aren't you glad you're not in Arkansas?

Go to this site and fly some paper airplanes! My grandfather, as a former Boeing test pilot, would have gotten a real kick out of this one. Note: you need to have Shockwave properly installed to get the app to work. My best is 98.6 feet.

Is your mind being read? Put a stop to it now! Learn how to make a Tin Foil Deflector Beanie here.

Axciom, holder of the world's largest consumer database was hacked into. They are in Little Rock, which makes this news. Now might be a good time to change your PIN numbers and passwords.

Full story here.

This is hilarious: The Online Pre-Date Confidence Builder.

This is macabre: The City Morgue Gift Shop.

Funny cow: From that polish site.

I just realized I have to manually trigger the notifications to go out. It's not a problem, but I'm sure the few people who signed up to be notified when I post to this site have wondered why they have never received anything. Everything has been working fine, I've just been neglecting to click the Send button like an idiot. So spread the word, and if you haven't already signed up (it won't let you sign up twice with the same email address, so don't worry), sign up now!

Plus, if you don't sign up, and I feel you should, I can add email addresses on my own-- muwahhahhahah!

Here are a few photos from last year's trip to Seattle and Vancouver Island.

My father and mother getting their disputes resolved: View image

My uncle Paul, Me and Mom in an alley in Victoria: View image

My parents in Sydney BC: View image

My parents and some friends in Seattle: View image

My god-sister Julie and her new son Thomas: View image

The Fambly at my grandmother's house in Renton: View image

Wow, I must have stayed at the crappiest EconoLodge in the world last night near the Cincinnati airport. Rain caused me to miss my trip home after sitting on the ground in Boston for 2.5 hours. This hotel was run by a bunch of well-meaning Indians, but it was in a very shady part of town, and shared a parking lot with a strip club called Peecox. One can't imagine. At several points during the night women would drive up in their minivans and proceed to yell obscenities at their husbands who they didn't feel should be out drinking. In addition, the chain lock on my door was broken, probably because someone kicked it in. You can imagine how well I slept. Better fortunes awaited me today, and I made it home without too much trouble; although I'm sick to death of airports and airport food. Mucho sleepo awaits me tonight. Still, it was a good trip and I'm glad I took it.

Here I sit in an internet cafe in Portland Maine's Old Port district. It's been an amazing weekend of trips down memory lane. I journeyed up here last Thursday for my 10th high school reunion. We had a very good turn-out and I re-connected with a ton of my old mates. A few of my good friends were absent, but that's understandable considering some of the times we had in school. My best friend, Ben, couldn't make it because his wife (Ariel) delivered twins just a few weeks ago. It was fun to punt around the old town, drive the drive up from Portland and see some of the changes. Stay tuned for pictures from this trip and my trip to Idaho in coming weeks (once I get the film back and have time to scan stuff in).