Don’t you know there ain’t no devil, there’s just god when he’s drunk

Thanks, Liz!

Hey guess what, I’m still alive!  My first rotation in the wilderness went really well, I spent about a minute at home, then I made it out to Portland.  I officially never want to be in a car ever again.  I’ve moved into a house in SE Portland and I am in the process of settling in.  More later!

I want to try this

The article didn’t mention if these guys are single

To those of you who have expressed concern, no, I’m not dead, just BUSY. Anybody interested in my grand plan? No? Tough!

Step 1: Pawn off as many belongings as possible (does anyone want my vinegar collection?), and pack up the rest.

Step 2: Move everything (minus what will be coming with me to Oregon in the Yaris) into a storage facility on Saturday.

Step 3: Fly to Portland on Sunday. I’ll be staying with Al and Fee until Tuesday, then I’m taking a bus to Redmond, where I will do my training for a week.

Step 4: Come back to Michigan, work for a week and a half, then I’m DONE. I’ll be staying with my parents and/or friends until June 23.

Step 5: Fly to Portland AGAIN for my first 2-week rotation.

Step 6: Fly back to Michigan, get my car and my Laurel and drive out there for real.

I’m still in the early-to-mid phase of Step 1, I’m freaking out a little. There’s a lot of ins and outs, a lot of what-have-yous. Sorry to those of you haven’t gotten a return call yet, it’ll happen during or after Step 4. Wish me luck!

This video is long but totally worth it.

EDIT:

Who wants to make one of these with me?

If you’re ever thinking you might want to try making mango custard, DON’T. Do not buy $6 worth of mangoes, do not buy coconut extract you will never use in another recipe, do not spend an hour of your life chopping and pureeing and stirring. Just drive to Sindhu’s in East Lansing and buy some from the nice people who actually know how to make it.  Because theirs will not taste like a giant sack of ass. Mine does. And so will yours if you follow the recipe from indianfoodforever.com.

I’m real sad.

For whatever reason I slept like hell last night.  And I look like hell this morning.  My face is all puffy and my eyes have a nice set of bags.  Even more distressing is the fact that I woke up this morning at my normal time, in my normal position on my side…clutching my deodorant.  I know I didn’t fall asleep with it.  It’s not within arm’s reach.  So apparently I got up at some point in the night, decided I needed to lovingly cradle my freaking deodorant, walked to the other side of the room, then got back in bed with my prize.  What is the matter with me?

From Overheard in New York:

Little boy: Daddy, daddy! I wanna make a bear!
Buff dad: Nigga, I done told you a thousand times, thugs don’t make bears! [Tiny black boy bursts into tears.]

–Outside of Build a Bear Workshop, at 6th St & 5th Ave

I have been laughing at the weirdest stuff lately.  This really got me.