Friday, April 18, 2008
(some baby name) = Cohen Isaac Loos
...and there you have it. The baby has been named. Deal with it.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
His name is (some baby name) Loos
oh man... this baby (my nephew) is probably a better baby than any you know of. I'm talking, in terms of just general babiness, he's definitely the best there is. Now, I know you're thinking, "What the hell is he talking about!?" Let me explain. I'm just saying that as far as regular, everyday, run of the mill baby stuff goes, THIS baby is the world champion of all other babies, in all other worlds. The Interplanetary Extragalactical Baby Champion if you will... and you will.
See? I told you.
See? I told you.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
READ THIS POST FIRST!!
I know what you're thinking...
1. Doesn't he have blog worthy things going on in his life?
2. How does he expect his readership to explode if he doesn't blog more than every 10 days?
3. Does he care about MY feelings?
And, I also know that you are leaning towards answers of
1. Obviously not
2. God, he's a god damned idiot, and
3. Obviously not
As for 2. and 3., I'm not yet sure how to answer those questions. BUT, I can assure you that I definitely have blog worthy things going on in my life. In fact, so many that I am paralyzed by indecision. Originally, I thought: "I have some shit to talk about... I better get to writing up this monster post that includes all of it before I forget something that I think everyone should know." Then I thought, "but maybe I should write a few different posts so that I can individually reference each of them at a future date if I need to." Then I thought, "maybe I should make this frozen pizza and worry about this crap later." Seriously, I have eaten like 14 pizzas.
Anyway, I'm out of pizzas and its time to make a decision. It's a choose your own adventure. Separate posts which you can link to from this post. Deal with it.
1. Friday night in Seattle... WITH SURPRISE ENDING.
2. Saturday golf.
3. Sunday at Steven's Pass (fun for the whole Family).
1. Doesn't he have blog worthy things going on in his life?
2. How does he expect his readership to explode if he doesn't blog more than every 10 days?
3. Does he care about MY feelings?
And, I also know that you are leaning towards answers of
1. Obviously not
2. God, he's a god damned idiot, and
3. Obviously not
As for 2. and 3., I'm not yet sure how to answer those questions. BUT, I can assure you that I definitely have blog worthy things going on in my life. In fact, so many that I am paralyzed by indecision. Originally, I thought: "I have some shit to talk about... I better get to writing up this monster post that includes all of it before I forget something that I think everyone should know." Then I thought, "but maybe I should write a few different posts so that I can individually reference each of them at a future date if I need to." Then I thought, "maybe I should make this frozen pizza and worry about this crap later." Seriously, I have eaten like 14 pizzas.
Anyway, I'm out of pizzas and its time to make a decision. It's a choose your own adventure. Separate posts which you can link to from this post. Deal with it.
1. Friday night in Seattle... WITH SURPRISE ENDING.
2. Saturday golf.
3. Sunday at Steven's Pass (fun for the whole Family).
Friday night at the movies
Oh man, you will NOT be sorry you chose this little gem.
BRUCE WILLIS WAS DEAD THE WHOLE TIME.
So, a very large group of us went out on Friday night to the Big Picture downtown. Its a small movie theater that attaches to a bar and will serve you drinks, white cheddar popcorn, etc. during the movie. The popcorn is what I imagine being addicted to crack is like... I couldn't keep my face out of it.
The movie showing that night was called The Bank Job and the general consensus was that it was pretty good. I think someone might have mentioned that they thought it was "so racist", but that same someone may have also slept through most of it. I thought it was good, and that includes good stereotype portrayal.
After the movie, a decent sized group of us made it over to the 5 Spot on the top of Queen Anne. I immediately ordered a banana split and had it finished before anyone else's food got there. Then I helped at least 3 other people finish their meals.
This is where the evening gets a little nutty. At about 12am, we all leave the 5 Spot. I got in my car parked right in front of the restaurant and Brian and Kim get in theirs (also parked right in front). Everyone else had to walk further down the street to get into theirs. Right after Brian and Kim pulled out, a small 4 door sedan BLEW past me and was basically racing down the road. My first thought was, "That guy is going to kill someone..." He was totally out of control and the rest of our group was walking down the road to get to their cars. Brian was stopped at a 4-way stop up the road and the guy pulled into the oncoming lane and tore threw the intersection. Another couple of blocks up he encountered an SUV stopped at a stop sign. He again pulled into the oncoming lane to blow through the intersection again... only this time, there was a Subaru Outback that was turning left. He sideswiped the Subaru and drove directly into the corner deli.
Brian and Kim saw the whole thing happen and I drove up on it about 20 seconds later. Brian called the police and they arrived within 5 minutes (busy night apparently). The guy gets out of the car, climbs over a ton of debris, and immediately asks for a light. After a couple minutes of questions the officer decides to arrest him, to which he replies "I know my rights... you can't do this... DO YOU KNOW WHO MY LAWYER IS!!??" Face hits cruiser hood. It was awesome.
Oh yeah, Kevin Spacey IS Keyser Soze.
Choose a different story...
BRUCE WILLIS WAS DEAD THE WHOLE TIME.
So, a very large group of us went out on Friday night to the Big Picture downtown. Its a small movie theater that attaches to a bar and will serve you drinks, white cheddar popcorn, etc. during the movie. The popcorn is what I imagine being addicted to crack is like... I couldn't keep my face out of it.
The movie showing that night was called The Bank Job and the general consensus was that it was pretty good. I think someone might have mentioned that they thought it was "so racist", but that same someone may have also slept through most of it. I thought it was good, and that includes good stereotype portrayal.
After the movie, a decent sized group of us made it over to the 5 Spot on the top of Queen Anne. I immediately ordered a banana split and had it finished before anyone else's food got there. Then I helped at least 3 other people finish their meals.
This is where the evening gets a little nutty. At about 12am, we all leave the 5 Spot. I got in my car parked right in front of the restaurant and Brian and Kim get in theirs (also parked right in front). Everyone else had to walk further down the street to get into theirs. Right after Brian and Kim pulled out, a small 4 door sedan BLEW past me and was basically racing down the road. My first thought was, "That guy is going to kill someone..." He was totally out of control and the rest of our group was walking down the road to get to their cars. Brian was stopped at a 4-way stop up the road and the guy pulled into the oncoming lane and tore threw the intersection. Another couple of blocks up he encountered an SUV stopped at a stop sign. He again pulled into the oncoming lane to blow through the intersection again... only this time, there was a Subaru Outback that was turning left. He sideswiped the Subaru and drove directly into the corner deli.
Brian and Kim saw the whole thing happen and I drove up on it about 20 seconds later. Brian called the police and they arrived within 5 minutes (busy night apparently). The guy gets out of the car, climbs over a ton of debris, and immediately asks for a light. After a couple minutes of questions the officer decides to arrest him, to which he replies "I know my rights... you can't do this... DO YOU KNOW WHO MY LAWYER IS!!??" Face hits cruiser hood. It was awesome.
Oh yeah, Kevin Spacey IS Keyser Soze.
Choose a different story...
Obviously,,, you're not a golfer
Holy crap... solid choice, you are going to LOVE this story.
Early last week, a friend of mine, Steve*, sent out an email to a handful of dudes suggesting that we golf on Saturday. Hell yes, I'm in. I haven't golfed in about a year but thankfully it's not that hard. Everyone who was emailed responded and Steve made a tee time for 3 at 1pm. Radical. Golf was on. I was pretty pumped.
FFWD >> Saturday Morning. I was driving all over town to secure rollerderby tickets for the upcoming sold out bout. What's rollerderby you ask? You have some catching up to do. Start here.
So, I drove to a coffee shop in West Seattle which is owned by one of the rollergirls. I bought THE LAST THREE TICKETS IN TOWN (I think... every other place I checked was sold out). As I was leaving I ran into none other than, Carly*, Steve's lovely wife.
Mike: Oh man, fancy seeing you here.
Carly: I know, weird.
Mike: I'm totally getting my fix today... you now, and Steve this afternoon.
Carly: What are you talking about?
Mike: I'm golfing with Steve and Jack* this afternoon at 1pm. He didn't tell you?
Carly: No you're not.
Mike: Yes I am.
Carly: No you're not.
Mike: What? Why?
Carly: Steve went skiing this morning.
Mike: Are you effing kidding me?
Seriously, Steve made arrangements for us to golf on Saturday, then went skiing. Awesome. Apparently he somehow didn't think that we finalized things. I don't get it. Anyway, I went golfing with Jack. It was fun. Some highlights of the round: a birdie, 2 Rainier tall boys, and a sandwich (half of which was eaten by a crow... effing crow).
* Names that were not my own were changed to protect the identity of friends.
Choose a different story...
Early last week, a friend of mine, Steve*, sent out an email to a handful of dudes suggesting that we golf on Saturday. Hell yes, I'm in. I haven't golfed in about a year but thankfully it's not that hard. Everyone who was emailed responded and Steve made a tee time for 3 at 1pm. Radical. Golf was on. I was pretty pumped.
FFWD >> Saturday Morning. I was driving all over town to secure rollerderby tickets for the upcoming sold out bout. What's rollerderby you ask? You have some catching up to do. Start here.
So, I drove to a coffee shop in West Seattle which is owned by one of the rollergirls. I bought THE LAST THREE TICKETS IN TOWN (I think... every other place I checked was sold out). As I was leaving I ran into none other than, Carly*, Steve's lovely wife.
Mike: Oh man, fancy seeing you here.
Carly: I know, weird.
Mike: I'm totally getting my fix today... you now, and Steve this afternoon.
Carly: What are you talking about?
Mike: I'm golfing with Steve and Jack* this afternoon at 1pm. He didn't tell you?
Carly: No you're not.
Mike: Yes I am.
Carly: No you're not.
Mike: What? Why?
Carly: Steve went skiing this morning.
Mike: Are you effing kidding me?
Seriously, Steve made arrangements for us to golf on Saturday, then went skiing. Awesome. Apparently he somehow didn't think that we finalized things. I don't get it. Anyway, I went golfing with Jack. It was fun. Some highlights of the round: a birdie, 2 Rainier tall boys, and a sandwich (half of which was eaten by a crow... effing crow).
* Names that were not my own were changed to protect the identity of friends.
Choose a different story...
Steven's Pass
Tame choice, lots of pictures... pretty pictures.
On Sunday morning I drug Jennie out of bed and took her to Steven's Pass to do some shredding on the slopes. We tore up some knarly powder and ground some wicked rails. Actually, we just rode the lifts and cruised around on our snowboards in some snow. It was a beautiful day and we had lots of fun. My plan to be a better snowboarder than her after going just 5 times is totally on track. I have LOTS of pictures of her wiping out. She won't let me post those.
Here are some that I CAN post.
Seriously, next time, you can find me in the half pipe dropping fakie pivot rock FS/BS bigspins on your ass.
Choose a different story... if this isn't your last one.
On Sunday morning I drug Jennie out of bed and took her to Steven's Pass to do some shredding on the slopes. We tore up some knarly powder and ground some wicked rails. Actually, we just rode the lifts and cruised around on our snowboards in some snow. It was a beautiful day and we had lots of fun. My plan to be a better snowboarder than her after going just 5 times is totally on track. I have LOTS of pictures of her wiping out. She won't let me post those.
Here are some that I CAN post.
Seriously, next time, you can find me in the half pipe dropping fakie pivot rock FS/BS bigspins on your ass.
Choose a different story... if this isn't your last one.
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