Tisha’s Neighbors

Remember?

nobody@vox.com(weezer45) — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 23:25:58 -0700

Hey Rory,
Remember when you came over to my house for the first time and we played Lakers vs. Celtics on my computer?
Remember that funny dance you would do every time you scored in 9th grade hoops?
Remember when you were on my 9th grade baseball team?
Remember at that dance in high school where we decided to run around the outside of the group while YMCA played instead of doing the dreadful dance?
Remember eating Oreos and drinking Coke and playing soccer and hockey on your computer?
Remember Udo Jurgenns?
Remember Nickolai Borshevsky?
Remember the one and only time we played chess and I beat you and you couldn't believe it?
Remember the mongo bat?
Remember the pillow game?
Remember Allistaire Cook's America and his huge frying pan?
Remember the time you flooded Paul and Karen's house?
Remember the time we went to the Boundry Waters and you ran around naked?
Remember the Marshmallow Matey's song?
Remember going to Stephens Cahill market for donuts and then playing basketball after not sleeping the night before?
Remember when we bought Vitalogy and tried for hours to figure out the lyrics?
Remember when we went to the first Edge Fest?
Remember that one time I came over and you introduced me to Weezer?
Remember that one time I bought Jewel's first cd and you thought I was stupid but then you listened to it?
Remember that one time we were playing football and you tried to jump over me and i grabbed your foot and you landed on your ass?
Remember that other time we were playing football and Shane and I tried to use a car on the field?
Remember that other time we were playing football and the side of the dorm building was inbounds?
Remember that one time Shane cracked a cassette tape case with his nose because of a gummy worm?
Remember Earl Weaver baseball?
Remember when I introduced you and Shane to Stratomatic baseball? I think you had the Dodgers.
Remember that damn running 3-pointer you used to shoot?
Remember when we set up Dan and Norma's stuffed animals in sexually suggestive positions?
Remember how we got to go on the roof of our dorm room because no one ever fixed our window?
Remember that crazy football combat game we used to play in the dorm room?
Remember that time our neighbors thought we had dogs in the dorm?
Remember Hankenstein, the Quad Skanks, Tom the Nose Guy, etc?
Remember how years later, the Quad Skanks came to be some of our best friends?
Remember Squinty and Tubbs?
Remember that concussion at Tristan and Sillanpoa's?
Remember the time we played football with Tristan's mom's friend and he tried to convince us that he was in Jaws?
Remember how crappy we felt in Fargo after Gary Anderson missed that field goal?
Remember that Weezer concert where we were squished up against the stage at First Avenue?
Remember when we changed Punch-Out to Racist Punch-Out on Bob's computer?
Remember when we used to jam (badly) on the drums and guitar?
Remember that rap-off you had with the guy who just walked into our house?
Remember when the Board Lord woke up in your room?
Remember when you found the dude sleeping on our freezer?
Remember when we walked across the bottom of the bridge?
Remember how we drove all the way to the Lakeville Cracker Barrel because you forgot there was one in Eagan?
Remember that time Bob made us dress up and we ended up going to Burger King?
Remember that nice Asian man who wanted nothing to do with the dogs in the back of my car?
Remember how I always managed to sneak a box of tapioca pudding into your cart when we'd go grocery shopping?
Remember the spring break trip to Atlantic City?
Remember the spring break trip to Colorado?
Remember that weird lady that walked by our house and you convinced her we put cereal out on the sidewalk for squirrels?
Remember when that short old guy walked by our house, and you got on my car, took your shirt off and took the guy's picture?
Remember the pizza I bought you because you did this?
Remember that Thanksgiving where you, Bob and I got really drunk?
Remember how I used to hate playing volleyball with you because you'd always illegally hit the ball?
Remember all the ass-whoopings you used to hand out playing Madden?
Remember when you and Tristan went to the front desk to rent a movie even though his dorm building was on fire?
Remember that time we were riding in Rachel's car and singing Stone Temple Pilots at the top of our lungs?
Remember how many games of Mario Kart 64 we played? A shit-load is the correct answer.
Remember the Squirrel Nut Zippers? Everytime I hear them, I think of Mario Kart.
Remember how we'd always rip on Shane because he'd want to show us this awesome replay from whatever hockey game he was playing and we'd watch and then we'd both say, "awesome, another one-timer"?
Remember when you met Moby?
Remember when you had the job washing windows and they gave you a cell phone and we ripped the hell out of you?
Remember when we bought four cereal dispensers?
Remember how we used to hide the picture of Wes' ass in each other's room?
Remember how you knew Tenacious D, Built to Spill, Modest Mouse, The White Stripes, etc. before anyone else?
Remember how you had Josh Fenderman's dance down pat?
Remember Tall Stacks?
Remember zebras in Vegas?
Remember when you spoke at my wedding?
Remember when you wrapped yourself around the basketball pole at Salem?
Remember when Shane and I tried to guess what your conversation with the girls in the other car was? I think it went something like blah blah blah, white stripes, blah blah blah, movies, blah blah blah, other music.
Remember that crazy dance you and Bob used to do to Ruki Verh?
Remember the time you got turned away from Silk for having tear-away pants on?
Remember that time we watched Lucas sing Living on a Prayer drunkingly and with a cigar in his mouth?
Remember when you used to receive mail for Rory VanLandingham III?
Remember when we used to walk to the computer lab to email Brian and Stacy?
Remember when we convinced Brian about our awesome new friend name Brody?
Remember when we used to try throw stuff into your beverage when you were talking to Liz?
Remember when Shane and I put "You've Lost that Loving Feeling" on repeat and then left while you and Liz were trying to have a serious conversation?
Remember when we used to pelt Super with tennis balls on Quarter Taps night?
Remember that time Super had to pee on the side of the highway on our way to Milwaukee?
Remember how you never saw a movie you didn't like except for The Frighteners and Lost Highway?
Remember how everyone in our house had to have their picture taken with Nugget?
Remember how we didn't always remember the names of the people who had their picture taken so we'd give them really mean names based on their picture?

Jon

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A Moment of Silence(hint: NOT a sad post)

nobody@vox.com(I'm Soopa, Thanks for Asking!) — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 13:05:10 -0700

I'm moving on Sunday, as part of my move, I decided to get some new furniture and organize my shit. As part of this "re-org" I learned my computer totally blows ass, and as a reasonably old adult with good credit, I can buy a new one and pay that bad boy off in 2 years or less time, with no finance charges, awesome!

So I brought my old computer to Best Buy last night to have them transfer data, remove all the bullshit from the new one, and make that fucker dance. I know there are people who have the ability to do stuff like this, but I'm not one of them and didn't want to bug any of them that I knew for this, as the price for it was fair. So I got the call today that everything went smoothly, except for the fact that my D drive was corrupted and they could not save it. My d drive was the hard drive from my original computer (original in the last 5 years at least), so that means all that information is gone. My roommate Jim originally moved this over when I got my new/old computer 3 years ago, and I had zero problems with it. This saddens me, not because I'm losing correspondence, thoughts of my own I joted down, or even clever little thing I downloaded (and eventually lead me to NEED to get my current/former computer in the first place), but most importantly, I just lost all my porn.

Without going into (more) gory details, lets just say I put a fair amount of effort into not only acquiring but also maintaining that collection, and it had taken several years. I'd honest to God got to the point where I could jump into the specially named folder (downloads) and instantly view whatever my heart desired. Lets say I wanted to know what two young bouncy college girls might try if they were locked in their door room for the night (even as the room appears to have no doors), or to discover the answers that a "geographical pop quiz" can have, when peformed by a young teacher on her legally-aged student, in the privace of her husband is off traveling apartment. Or one of my favorite acronym hunting young gents, looking to treat a woman as specially, and as many, times as possible in one evening. Il'l be honest, I'm a single dude who doesn't seem women naked all that much, so for me, this was like going to foreign films, skydiving, or perhaps traveling is for folks who get to see the opposite sex naked on a regular basis. I won't lie, I'm so saddened now it's difficult to type.

We all know I"ll replace that shit to the best of my ability, but lets put some perspective on this. I used to live in a house with not only 2 other people, but my SISTER. So now, I'm moving to my own place, where I can play WoW with my pants off (and still can, BOOYA!), but where my porn didn't have to maintain ANY level of secrecy or planning to view at my convenience. (so hard to not use the word, pleasure there, but that's for another post) So, that timing fucking sucks. (pauses at the ironic nostalgia of that last sentence) Also, the secretive nature of it would disappear, hell, Super's Fucking Porn is a great folder title and will still probably get used. But we must rebuild, and considering I feel like I'm rebuilding many parts of my life right now, it's hard for that one (unlike WoW) to take any priority in my life. Also, if you've ever bought porn online before, there's a certain "dance with the devil feeling" that makes you feel dirty, unlike the porn itself of course, that makes me not look forward to doing it again anytime soon.

So, at some point today, please pause, in rememberance of my fallen porn collection, you were a great companion, a suprising motivator at times, not to mention always there for me, as long as my roommates were not in the house. You will be missed. . . .

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The Six-Week Review

nobody@vox.com(Letitia & Shane) — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 22:58:12 -0700

Tomorrow will mark the completion of my sixth week of working at the Vancouver Fraser Port Authority and I must say, I love my job. The company has done great easing me into the position. The job started out nice and slow - a mix of training, company orientation and simple work tasks designed to get me accustomed to the way they do things. As things become more familiar and I meet more people, I'm receiving more emails, phone calls and responsibility.

Canada Place

Many people ask: So Shane, what do you actually do? That's a great question! My job involves a variety of things: making maps for co-workers, managing our internal GIS data, maintaining our online mapping website, exchanging GIS data with other organizations, and periodically working outdoors helping our surveyor. Basically, I work in the Engineering department and provide coworkers with the tools they need (e.g. maps, the mapping website) to better do their jobs overseeing the property that the Port owns.

My Cubicle

The work itself is rewarding, but here are some additional highlights:
- Most days, I can bike to work. The exercise gets my blood flowing in the morning, and I don't have to sit in traffic at all. I'm in the process of acquiring additional bikewear so I can (hopefully) bike all winter in the rain.
- The building I work in (Canada Place) is on the waterfront, so we have a really nice view of the harbor and North Shore from our lunchroom. There's also a patio so I can eat outside on nice days.

The Lunchroom

- My co-workers love cake and are always looking for an excuse to have some.
- One Sunday a month I work outside assisting our surveyor. I get paid double-time for it (as it is volunteered overtime), so the additional spending money is nice (even if I'm outside in the rain all day).
- I'm enrolled in an Earned Time Off program, which means that I work an extra 30 minutes a day, resulting in a day off about every three weeks.

I'm lucky to have found such a fulfilling job and excellent workplace. It makes my life a lot easier!

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The Six-Week Review

nobody@vox.com(Pacovilla22) — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 22:41:39 -0700

Canada Place

My Cubicle

The Lunchroom

I'm lucky to have found such a fulfilling job and excellent workplace. It makes my life a lot easier!

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QotD: You Shouldn't Have!

nobody@vox.com(VeryScaryCarnival) — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 10:04:03 -0700

What is the nicest thing someone has ever done for you?
Submitted by tammy

Been my friend.

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Luck Speed

nobody@vox.com(VeryScaryCarnival) — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 00:23:21 -0700

August 25th, 7 a.m. the phone rang. I hadn't been asleep long. My sleep is erratic, at best. Some nights I fall out by midnight, some times I lie awake, listening to the radio until the room gathers light and I hear crows squawking in the alley. When I do fall asleep, I am a light sleeper. I tread sleep like I'm floating on it with the help of an inner tube.
The last time the phone rang at 7 am, it was my mother telling me that my father had died. No one calls me that early unless it is bad news, or they have no concept of regional time differences. Hell, no one ever calls me – except Jef Duncan.

Jef Duncan is gone.

The phone call was brief, and that was fine. It was all very fresh. I understood the words but none of it really registered. I sat on the bed and cried, but grief hadn’t had a chance to set in, this was just reaction from the initial shock.

I called Brian tonight. I hadn’t talked to him since he phoned 10 days ago. I had been waiting for a good time to intrude, if there is such a thing. I didn't want to get in his way.
I was fine on the phone until Brian said the words, “Jef’s Ashes”.

Jef Duncan in gone. He is really gone.

It's No Game (Part 2)

David Bowie

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QotD: Soups On

nobody@vox.com(VeryScaryCarnival) — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 22:07:01 -0700

Which TV chef would you want to have prepare a meal for you?

The Swedish Chef from the Muppet Show...BORK BORK BORK BORK!

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Holy Cats! George Carlin Killed by Diet Coke???

nobody@vox.com(VeryScaryCarnival) — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 08:30:39 -0700

I hate nutra sweet, splenda, equal etc. They taste yukky - just like the chemicals they are. I'm not saying that George Carlin was killed by Diet Coke or that he was even addicted, but some of this stuff you can not ignore.
Plain and simple - ASPARTAME IS NOT LIKE A VITAMIN!

MISSION POSSIBLE WORLD HEALTH INTERNATIONAL

http://www.mpwhi.com/george_carlin_an...

George Carlin was known as a great stand up comic. Carlin hosted the first broadcast of "Saturday Night Live" in October 1975. He starred as a cabdriver in his own sitcom, "The George Carlin Show" which ran from 1993 to 1995. Carlin had a very bad habit, he was addicted to Diet Coke with aspartame. He suffered several heart attacks, one at Dodger Stadium during a baseball game. He died of heart failure on Sunday, June 22nd.

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QotD: Soups On

nobody@vox.com(Crom74) — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 07:05:47 -0700

Which TV chef would you want to have prepare a meal for you?

Ming Tsai or Anthony Bourdain or Jamie Oliver.

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Vox Hunt: Go. Fight. Win.

nobody@vox.com(Crom74) — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 11:43:59 -0700

Show us what College Football team you're rooting for this season.

Oregon_ducks

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