The beginnings and endings of the Fries challenge from hell. It started off well, but went to hell real fast, with the impending doom of the fries constantly awaiting in the wings. By the time I gave up, the hardened, dried cheese resembled the alien symbiote that eventually became Venom and Carnage, instead of gooey cheese on the fries.
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Empty threat valid until the next time the opportunity presents itself: I’m never going to drink liquor again.
An evening of artsy-fartsy art-off between talented artists, to see who is the best artist under fire, with spontaneous criteria. Many of us go to support Jen’s pursuit to be that best artist, and she advances past the first round fairly soundly. As for the rest of us not participating, gratuitous drinking. I’ll be the first to admit that as I got drunker, the more spontaneous the photos, the blurrier they became, and the funnier my own jokes became, and eventually it devolved into pointing out the King of Hipsters, and Justin Bieber, among other spontaneous shit I may or may not have said or remembered saying throughout the course of the evening.
A work in progress since just before Christmas, for the most part, I’m finally done with all the things I wanted to do with my bedroom. Gone are the blue and yellow walls, replaced with shades of gray. The 27″ CRT and dated looking wood entertainment are gone, replaced with a 32″ LCD, wall mounted, and some sleek new shelves. And yeah, I have equipped my room with a nice stereo with surround sound speakers, too. When testing the surround sound, Jurassic Park would have been ideal, but since I don’t own it, I went with 2 Fast 2 Furious. It has not gone ignored that my television mount can support up to a 40″ television, either.
It’s been an eventful weekend, which saw going to a smoky club for a fundraiser, where art was made, people threatening to hook from ceilings, and some METAL where I was more intrigued by the light-changing box that looked precariously like a grill that changed colors. My sister also came down, bringing my darling nephew, and we went to the aquarium, among other little activities.
Recently took a road trip up to old C’ville to visit some old friends. Who have kids now. Whose local friends all have kids too. Kids everywhere! Man, I’m feeling old.
Halloween’s come and gone for another year, and before I dive head-first into Nanowrimo-land for yet another year, let’s close the book on the frightful holiday. Jen, Tom, Allison and I decided to Resident Evil it up this year, and go hang out at Center Stage’s Halloween party. Yes, believe it or not, I am a Resident Evil character; an obscure one, albeit, but Chris Redfield nonetheless – Safari Chris reference. I guess I’d be more convincing if I were actually on steroids and not just doing extra arm workouts and drinking more protein shakes for two weeks.
But anyway, the party itself was kind of blah, the venue wasn’t as well executed as it was last year, but from what I hear it’s irrelevant since there won’t be a Halloween party there next year. Naturally, that’s hardly the important part, because it was still an enjoyable evening with good company. Not to mention I got my first exposure to hunch-punch, and more or less got obliterated on top of a myriad of beer, thinking the red concoction wasn’t alcoholic. But from what I remember, it was still a night of inebriated belligerence, and I have one fond drunken memory of pulling out the race card on a black girl at Waffle House for making assumptions about my ethnicity, and then shooting down her weak rebuttal that her boyfriend was Asian, that such notion does not make her the authority on Asian people double standard oh shit I’m going to go sit down no wait I have to go take a piss
Allison, dressed as Claire Redfield, shooting whom I guess is Tarzan at the Center Stage Halloween party with Pervy-Aladdin in the background trying to get his mack on with two mobster chicks. This is also the 10,000th photograph taken on the camera I’ve probably used the longest. Just noticed the odd way my most recent camera dump ordered the photos, and realized that the numeric order of the photos had reset after the first 9,999 photos taken. Makes for good brogging material, too.
