I forgot a few pictures from this month that I wanted to include in yesterday’s post. If I were Infinity Ward, this would be called the Captioned Photos: Volume III Resurgence Pack and you’d be charged $15—the biggest difference being that nobody would buy it. Here’s an old one from San Francisco that got mixed up in my newer phone pictures: Joey and Chris at completely opposite energy levels.
The next two pictures are unrelated other than being taken on the same weekend. I played my first eighteen hole course at the beginning of the month. It was raining when we started so I wrapped my feet in plastic bags. Worked like a charm until the hole formed in the left bag. On the right is a picture of what I decided to call grizzly bear dog.
These next two are pictures I took of my computer monitor. The first is from the virtual tour of The Wizarding World of Harry Potter because I was trying to figure out where the butterbeer would be available at. The second is a screenshot of previous results against Jason in the Starcraft II beta. I went 15-3 against him so I sent this to him two days before he left (he’s in the Navy). I also included some inspiring messages about how he could try to get redemption before he left but probably would end up losing some more. I was hoping he’d want to get a few games in but instead he just didn’t answer his phone or respond to those messages or any of the following texts.
Monday: “Do you leave Wednesday?”
Tuesday: “When do you leave?”
Wednesday: “Did you leave?”
Don’t worry though, he called and apologized a few days ago.
(I re-read what I just wrote and realized those screenshots aren’t the most entertaining pictures and that was one of the lamest stories ever. But I insist on keeping it all because I’m trying as hard as possible to NEVER have a girlfriend.)
Isaac, Jonard’s son and Jerry’s nephew, had his first birthday this month so I tried to find a present. I was thinking something dinosaur related. My first stop was Toys ‘R’ Us, where I found the box on the left—morbid. I hopped over to Barnes and Noble and found a whole bunch of Usborne touchy-feely books. Basically you go through it and see all the different dinosaurs with different textures on the pages that aren’t your dinosaur because the body is too squashy or its skin is too shiny. That’s until the end where (SPOILER ALERT) you find your dinosaur. I also bought “Where’s Spot”. Tip: When buying baby books, deadpan “I want some light reading… summertime” to the cashier and let the madness ensue!
Two weeks ago I did some ultrasound modeling. A more apt title would be ultrasound human dummying. Basically a bunch of doctors and sonographers performed ultrasound scans on me for a few hours to learn different techniques. So it was less Tyson Beckford and more Marlon Wayans in the beginning of Senseless. But that wouldn’t stop me from Blue Steel’ing while the doctors left the room to watch some presentations.
My conviction remained steady, but the lights went down and the sexiness went up.
