Sleevefacing

Defeat boredom. Sleeveface.

my friends are cooler than yours...

Brad is moving to Fernie, BC in January to become a ski bum. (If I liked skiing, I'd be jealous!)

Anyway, I didn't know much about the place so I did some research and thought I'd post some photos of the place.


future Brad in red
















If he keeps his word and does indeed keep his blog current, you can read about his adventures at OneGoAround.

Best of luck to you Brad!

On a lighter note

Artist Jen Stark

I am a fan, and here is her website!

http://www.jenstark.com/

In case you haven't had time to check the headlines

Christmas is supposed to be a time of happiness, joy, and kindness.

A time to love one another.

How do we show our love? Do we offer hugs all around? Write heart-felt letters of appreciation? Do we pause to really listen to what is going on in our loved ones lives? Do we even ask what our friends and family truly want?

Nope.

We buy things for people. Yep, we buy shit, wrap it up, and say "Merry Christmas! Aren't I just fabulous for buying you all this STUFF??" And when do we buy this shit? When it as cheap as fucking possible… Black Friday. *shakes head in disbelief* Deals deals deals.

And in the spirit of giving, THIS is what happens. A man is killed.

A MAN. IS KILLED.

Dead. A man is dead. A man was TRAMPLED. He was not gunned down by terrorists, not executed for his crimes, not a victim of a natural disaster. A man was killed by frenzied assholes trying to buy cheap shit for their relatives.

what
the
fuck

A man is dead. For what? For what.




In other news...

Taj Mahal Hotel

183 people are dead, Indian Home Minister Shivraj Patil has submitted his resignation, Asif Ali Zardari is cooperating, Bush says, "Terror will not have the final word."








I see, I read, I do not understand.

Just watched...

Screamers. Which reminded me of watching...
Hotel Rwanda, which reminded me of the book....
A Long Way Gone.

Makes me sick.

blah.

I've been feeling under the weather lately. Head cold, body aches, etc. etc. I have been taking good care of myself though and have dedicated many, many hours of the day to sleeping or watching episodes of Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia or The Office on Hulu. What a lifesaver. Instant. Free. Hilarious.

Another reason for the sparse posts: I am still without a camera. I lost my camera's battery charger. Bought a new one. Bought the wrong one. Returned it. Got a new battery. Ordered the right charger. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. What a pain in the behind. So here is the equation. No camera+ nausea= no new posts.

Hope everyone is doing well. And to all you Sioux Falls folk, I will see you Dec. 22nd.

Oh yeah... that.

Do you think my irritation with clutter could have anything to do with the fact that I want my house to look something like this?






Where is everything? I do not know, but I want in on this realm of existence.

Clutter

I have a few "hoarders" in my life. I tend to scoff rudely, roll my eyes, and say, "what on earth are you ever going to use this for?" or "my lord, this box of muffin mix expired ten years ago!"

But recently I have found that I am also quite the hoarder.

*hangs head in shame, a single tear falls in slow motion*

I have many, many cords. Extension cords, ethernet cords, cords to connect my iPod to car, camera to computer, phone to wall, DVD player to TV, speakers to subwoofers, cords cords cords cords cords. I have a box of cords labeled "Mystery Cords." My logic? If I have the cord, I must need it. Why else would I have it? Better hang on to 'em.

I also have an abundance of old notes, exams, papers, research, etc. dating back to my freshman year of high school. Now, I have but one small folder of high school papers, and I keep those solely for the purpose of proving to myself that I have indeed, become a better writer. But all those other papers? They are just hard to let go of I guess.

But really what has gotten on my nerves lately is the clutter. Just stuff that doesn't really have a place. Spare keys. CD cases. Manuals. Notebooks. Index cards. Blank CD's. The phone book. Travel packs of Kleenex. That stupid bowling ball I stole a few years back. Unused picture frames.

I blame my failure to eliminate this mess on my apartment and its furnishing. The only enclosed, hidden space we have is in the kitchen. Those hiding spaces are already being put to use housing (imagine this...) dishes and food. Other than that, open bookshelves, open desk, open everything. All I own is in plain view.

Anyway, I am getting bored with this post. My apologies to the boredom I am causing those reading.

Stupid clutter.

Better late than never

This was to be the first year in the history of Me that I did not carve a pumpkin. So sad. But Lance saved me by providing an evening of "what should we do?" "I dont know, what do you want to do?". He just so happened to have a pumpkin just begging to be turned into a ghoulish face. We obliged.