SudsyFist

damn straight! cute & fiesty, yet sans nyc attitude!

good luck, and catch dinner on the Delta King for me... steve

omg, you just triggered an old, better forgotten roommate story... . . . one shower... . . MY razor... . . (*gag*) . . curly hairs... . IIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! please, oh please let me blissfully discard this wretched memory... s

and hehehe, actually, that's the morning after we started moving in. looking around right now, tho, it doesn't seem too much different. well, except for the mattresses in the kitchen... photo's to cman's credit -- he got a perfectly candid morning shot, complete with my sleeping arse on the bean bag (redacted by smiley to protect the innocent!). where's waldo fans will find a TON of other bachelorish clues (cereal, bottled water, snowboard, turntables/mixer, guitars, blacklights, computer stuff, etc.)

A picture's worth a thousand words...

UNPREDICTABLY WONDERFUL!!! Easter. Family-get-together = LONG-drive-through-SoCal-holiday-traffic... (steve, meet first gear. you'll be spending lotsa time together today) So there I am, up to my neck in riced-out Hondas and 2WD SUV's on a hazy Easter afternoon, drowning in my worries and frustrations -- money, work, time, deadlines, family issues, potentially ugly medical stuff, etc. -- hoping they would all just go away. Then happens the unimaginable. I'm stuck in the drudgery of metro-Anaheim traffic, indulging myself in delicious self-pity, and I chance a glance out my side window. And I see canopies. Two magnificent wings screaming to the earth in a downplane (CRW), with several others following close behind. uh, whisky-tango-fox??? Bewilderment holds me in her wispy arms for but a moment, as I am immediately overwhelmed with a sense of utter elation! The poor drivers around me... what they must think whilst watching me flail about my sunroof and window, erupting into ferocious howls like my team just scored the winning point with a second to go... "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Despite my being totally engrossed in my little spate of cavorting, I am able to make out a few letters on one of the bottom skins... S - E - A -... ahh, L! Then I remember. On PerrisCam this morning, Jack mentioned that the Leapfrogs were going to be using the Shark for a demo jump into Anaheim Stadium, and they would be practicing in the early afternoon. Watching these guys playing under canopy, in the middle of Orange Freakin' County, is so bloody surreal. As they descend into the stadium, my endorphine rush begins to ebb, and I pause for a moment. And all my recent good tidings suddenly jump out at me... * My 5 year old nephew's surgery a few days ago went very well (glad to have been there for him), and he will likely have near-perfect hearing now as a result. * Grandma's getting much, much better (flu + pneumonia + diabetes = close call). * My ankle is back up to about 95% mobility, 75% strength. Woo-HOO! * Six months of *hard* work (and total depletion of life savings!) launching a new startup has finally culminated into our kicking off our first major project this week. * I reaffirmed today that I've got close family and friends who really do care. * And dude, I CAN FLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those pesky little problems and worries dissolved in an instant, and I figured I could spread the love a little by starting a thread where folks share [em]their[/em] latest good news. So... what's the dilly, yo? Hmmm, I just can't get enough of this thing called Life. Steve

on that note... http://www.slackersguild.com/article.pl?sid=02/03/23/0549228&mode=thread

i just figured out the secret... it's all SO CLEAR now!

yah, BACKWARDS! well, you can always settle for the leisurely drive up msr3 to cp casey/hovey to hang with a bunch of 2id'ers, hmmmmmmmmm?

i'm feeling your pain, jessica. perris is about 40 min away, storm clouds have disappeared, leaving only a thin haze in the air, temp in upper 70's, etc. and i've gotta work... *pout* there's a bright side, though -- there's always tomorrow!

sorry. pent up frustration. should be jumping right now... GORGEOUS weather outside! cologne: usually issey miyake, or jean paul gautier (aka manjuice... gotta see the bottle, ha!) steve

here HERE!!!!!!! if, um, yer coming by san diego anytime soon, uh...

oooooohh..... yes...... well, um...... i....

i thought i was gonna die from laughing at the "rail his ass" thing... and then there was creed... hehehehe. steve

Woo-HOO! Nice video -- that backflip *was* awesome! Steve

doh... attachment warning... may contain content unsuitable for those who don't enjoy boobies... (slowfaller... better?)

hmmm... sounds AWFULLY familiar... (see attached) er, see attachment in msg below Steve

hmmm... .. .

You are worth exactly: $2,983,700.00. woo-HOO! Rhino, looks like you and I are cream o' da crop!

heh! i've got an old friend who works at systran (the guys who make babelfish work)... i think he'll get a kick out of this! steve

The film blindsided me (as well as the rest of us) at the Flyboyz shindig, but I enjoyed it. Yeah, it's tough to even attempt to draw a typical movie-like story from it, but I think the intent was more like taking you for a senso-emotive ride (visuals, effects, WEIRD SHITE, soundtrack, etc.). One of those things where you have to surrender your expectations (and will) to get into, I s'pose. Or just look at differently (comfy smooth ride in a Mercedes vs. open mountain roads in a Vette). There *is* a story buried in there, tho; it's just waaay open to viewer interpretation.

Doesn't look like it won an award, but I did find mention of it at the following page (toward the bottom): http://www3.sundance.org/filmguide/templates/php/filmnote.php?FCode=MAYYYx#short Steve

http://www.stef.com/ There's a portfolio link there... Steve

Good point, Clay... I neglected to mention in my post that I had been guilty of the very same thing, myself. It's easy to slip into, and it usually takes getting your "eyes slammed wide open" to get your shite straight. Dave, sorry if I came off kinda harsh. It was early, I was grouchy, and it was a touchy subject. If it's any consolation, I headed to the dz today only to get winded out... Steve

Um, you just touched a nerve there... I've heard this kind of crap a lot from folks who do/did/will wear a uniform. From ROTC cadets to 5-jump-chump paper pushers to 20-year 11B/18x guys... the how-big-is-your-patriotic-dick attitude is well fostered by the military machine, but I think it's best kept to one's self for their own motivation. Sharing it with remarks, innuendo, and questions like "what the hell have you done for your country" to others, *especially* over the Internet, can easily get you into situations you don't want to be in. The fact is that you might not really know who you're talking to. It could very well be someone who *had* been involved in Restore Hope, Desert Storm, etc. Or one who spent a fair amount of time in operations that you *don't* see some glossy-eyed over-made-up tanning-bed-victim gleefully spouting off about on CNN, of whom there are MANY (read: now mechanics, cab drivers, even flight attendants!) Or it could even be the average citizen trying to make an honest living, paying taxes, voting, and trying to raise a family the best they can, of whom there are MILLIONS more. Any of these individuals could be easily hurt, if not incited, by the condescension of such a remark (and rightly so). And I figure you prolly wouldn't feel too good about what you said after realizing its effect. There's a fine line between patriotism and arrogant ignorance -- a line all too easily obscured by a good spit shine, sharp creases, and a high PFT score. Only humility, along with a dash of good sense, will keep it in check. Steve