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  • Great day today. I mean GREAT. Erin and Iris came by, and Iris gave me a pic she drew of me. It even has spiky hair and glasses. So cute. It's now been magnet-stuck onto my refrigerator.

    Then we hit the thrift stores, something I've been getting back into doing and something Erin hasn't done in a while. I found the coolest stuff. I mean THE COOLEST.
    Three cameras for under $12. Doubtful it gets any better than that.
    The first one I found was a really cheap 35mm panoramic camera. On further inspection, I found out it has a Holga-like cheap plastic lens. I'm curious to see how the shots turn out.

    The second one I found was this bad boy (girl?), a Mekai 4 Shooter:

    Very similar to the Lomo Sampler camera, but this one has, again, cheap plastic lenses. I'm really anticipating using this one. I found a small page and gallery of images from this camera, looks cool to me.
    The last one I found (well, Erin found it), was a Polaroid 420 Land Camera, manufactured in the 1970's. Nice. It's in great condition, though I'll be giving it a good cleaning before I use it.

    Also found some great t shirts:

    Yeah, my beef is jerky, and I definitely pound my porgies. Hard.
    Almost as hard as Erin's throws. She's is developing a really mean hip throw. Training tonight, she threw me perfectly, rattling both my head and my junk; the signature of a good throw.
    Let me go on for a few moments about some of the many reasons I think she's amazing:
    First and foremost, she's strong. She exudes this quiet strength of character that I can't help but respect. At the same time, she's so completely dorky and hilarious, it charms my pants off...and my shirt...and my socks...
    Examples?
    *When she gave birth to Iris, it was a 13 hour labor. At home. No drugs whatsoever.
    (I just asked her if 13 hours was correct, and her answer was: "It started with the first signs at 1:30 p.m. and I had her at 6:45 am", so there you have it).
    *She was a Combat Arms Training and Maintenance Specialist/Small Arms Instructor in the Air Force. Basically, she's marksman level ranking with all firearms.
    *She has 4 classes left to complete her BA in History.
    *She's artistic; She used to do plaster castings of pregnant women and paint them. She also wants to get into doing photography of pregnant women.
    *She taught special needs children for a year.
    *She's one of the coolest, sweetest, caring people I know, yet she won't hesitate to tell you the fuck off if you deserve it.
    I know I could go on and on and on about her, every day there's something new about her that sincerely and utterly amazes me.
    Is it any wonder why I'm completely in love with her (again)?
    -
    EDIT:
    I just bought 2 more cameras, at the pawn shop next to my work. This is becoming an addiction. My newest 2 additions:
    Yashica Electro 35
    Canon GIII QL

    EDIT 2:
    Whoever had the Yashica before me modded it to take still in production alkaline batteries. STOKED!

  • I haven't been writing much, I'm sure you've noticed. I've had a lot on my plate; work as always, classes, a little project I've been putting together to send to some of the people I think rock, spending as much time as possible with Erin and Iris, training with Erin.
    One of the (many) odd parallels that our separate lives had taken is that somewhere along the way, we've both developed a love for Chinese martial arts. She's trained in Choy Lay Fut and modern wushu for just over a year, I've been training in Bao Din style Shuai Chiao for about 3 years. So, we've been training together. Very, very cool. Total bonding (I said 'bonding', not 'bondage'... that comes after the training) experience. I can't wait until she can pick me up and throw me fierce and proper. It'll be so cool!
    Last weekend, Erin and I got the chance to meet up with Jenn. What an awesome woman she is. Very cool person; laid back but energetic, very warm personality. Our few hours of eating, walking on the beach and talking were way too short. In the meantime, head over to her site and show her some love. Sadly, she just lost one of her beloved dogs.

    Erin & Jenn

    Jenn & the guy that writes this weblog
    *insert witty one-liner end of post comment here*

  • I can't put into words how happy I've been with Erin.
    Amazing. Just amazing. How well we mesh and how the parts that don't mesh only serve to compliment us.
    Perhaps one day I'll get around to listing all the reasons why I think she rocks. Until then, I'm keeping her all to myself.
    And for now, she'll be out of the shower in a few minutes, there's conversation to be had, sweet coffee to be held in warm mugs, kisses to be stolen, glances to be met.
    Tomorrow, we go to meet up with Jenn, which should be a hella nice time.
    Rock on.

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  • A little something I made for Erin tonight.

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  • Somewhere en route to Port Vila in the New Hebrides, for my last meal I serve dinner the way I've always dreamed.
    Anybody caught buttering their bread before breaking it, I promise to shoot them.
    Anybody who drinks their beverage with food still in their mouth will also be shot.
    Anybody caught spooning toward themself will be shot.
    Anybody caught without a napkin in their lap--
    Anybody caught using their fingers to move their food--
    Anybody who begins eating before everybody is served--
    Anybody who blows on food to cool it--
    Anybody who talks with food in their mouth--
    Anybody who drinks white wine holding their glass by the bowl or drinks red wine holding their glass by the stem--
    You will each get a bullet in the head.
    We are 30,000 feet above the earth, going 455 miles per hour. We're at a pinnacle of human achievement, and we are going to eat this meal as civilized human beings.

    Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

  • Diseased & Neurotic
    (An ode to the itchy red things on my legs)
    (and also Monkey)

    Yea, what purple and crimson dawn breaks upon this morn,
    A slow waking, much like the morn before and the morn before that,
    and all the morns spanning the simple life of this simple bard.
    Ho! A slight irritation!
    Upon a vigorous itching and scratching and without a found relief,
    I peer eyes downward and beneath coverlets mine.
    Aghast - I find upon my sinewy shanks...
    Leprosy?
    Nay, it cannot be! I've touched no armadillos!
    Hemorrhagic fever?
    But my brow does not burn! Nor do orifices mine bleed out to soak bedding like spilled lumpy wine.
    Ebola? Marburg? Icythyosis?
    Nay! Nay! Nay! I cry to Apollo's breaking light!
    It cannot be!
    Disbelief and denial incarnate am I!
    Glorious morning has turned to fretful mourning,
    my well turned calves set with foul demons of itching and burning.
    Ho!
    Ho!
    Ho!? Did mine willy contract the most foulest of foul?
    Syphilis?
    Does this plague now course through veins,
    corrupting genitals, spleen, and all other various viscera?
    Will I gaze upon my face, noseless, in the looking glass a month hence?
    I weep! I weep! My once healthy body has been befouled by Monkey Pox!
    Ah, a small comfort to be found in the uttering of the holy word,
    Monkey.
    Monkey.
    Monkey.
    MonkeyMonkeyMonkey.
    Revitalized by Monkey Mantra,
    I realize!
    They are but ant bites!

  • I feel a wardrobe malfunction coming on.

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