Day 86

He's very well read.

Day 85

This glass committed suicide when I tried to wash it.

Day 67

SOCOM Online... This is how I waste every Sunday and Wednesday night. It's also what makes me wish I had a 42" LCD HDTV.

Day 60

Stu comes out to greet me every day when I get home from work.

Day 58

It was late, and there was nothing else to take a picture of.

Day 56

I thought this was hilarious. Notice the perfect ass print in the dust. When I went out this morning, the sun was highlighting it perfectly.

Day 51

Much too tired to take pictures. I slept all afternoon and evening, until it was time for bed.

Day 46

Technically, I missed Day 46. This is the picture I meant to take that night, but I didn't actually take it until morning. Just illustrating the heat this week.

Day 44

I got my hair cut at an actual barbershop. The barber used hot lather and a straight razor to clean up around the edges. The way I see it, women have day spas and men have barbers. Next time I go, maybe I should ask if I can get a shave and a haircut. There is very little in this world as relaxing as a shave from a barber with a straight razor. First the hot towel, then the hot lather. The shave. Another hot towel, then the astringent, then a cold towel. Maybe even a little aftershave. That's good stuff.

Day 42

This week, I'm participating in a Google "User Experience Research Study" for Google Earth. Which is awesome, because I'm such a huge Google fanboy. They tell me I'll get a tshirt and a $100 gift card, but I just like giving Google my opinions.

Day 41

I grilled again this evening. I know it's only concrete, but our "yard" was looking pretty good a few weeks ago. I had swept up all the dog poop, organized my grills, and started killing off the poison ivy. Then all of a sudden the second floor started parking their scooter in the middle of the patio and the first floor dumped a pile of trash back here. Now it looks like a landfill. I'm pretty upset about this.

Day 38

I'm barely even tan, and look at the contrast.

Day 37

Last day of the drought: This is my mother's house. Her orchard and garden are doing great this year, but there might be less fruit than usual. They have a blight that's hitting the apples and blueberries.

Day 27

This is the half-assed parking space that comes with my apartment. Don't get me wrong, it's better than street parking. But of the three spaces available at this house, mine is definitely the crappiest. Even when I park touching the porch, I block the whole sidewalk and kind of stick out into the street. I would love to get my hands on the driveway, but the folks downstairs were too quick for me.

Day 17

I'm feeling a little bit grizzly this evening. I definitely need to shave and trim my beard tomorrow. I don't know why I'm in a bad mood. I've got my favorite shorts on (I almost posted a picture of them, I like them so much), all the company is gone, and the house is quiet.

That picture behind me is from a set of three abstracts that were one of my best scores when I was moving furniture. They're all about 3x5 feet, framed, and fucking cool. I can't believe I got them for free. Two of them are hanging in my office/loft/landing type area, and the third is hanging in our basement storage space. Pretty soon, we're going to be all out of wall space, especially if we keep buying books. That's right, we got two more bookshelves from craigslist this weekend to house our expanding literary collection. Between bookshelves, art, posters, and postcards, you can hardly see any wall at our place at all.

Day 15

Nikki's mother, stepfather, and stepbrother are here for Memorial Day weekend. That's a lot of people in this little apartment. There is stuff everywhere and never a moment of silence. Maybe this is how you can tell that I was an only child. I am just not fully prepared for a small apartment with six people crammed into it. It's the noise, mainly. They all talk. Often.

Day 13

The asian art looks good now that we cleaned up around it.

Our dining room is full of Chinese and Japanese art. We have a porcelain relief, several prints of watercolors, fans, and this little display here. We had to get straightened up before Nikki's mother gets here, and we found several of the small objects that weren't on display any more. Now that this little section is looking good, I may try to find a place to display my name chops, ink pots, and stone reliefs that are just sitting in boxes on the bookshelves.