Cultural activity

Hello blue skies. Or maybe we should say pink skies. I think it is time for a new Awesome cam.

There are no grapefruits anywhere. I will have to think of a new fruit to have with breakfast.

I really don't understand peoples aversion to having their pictures taken. I thought we had moved beyond photography stealing ones soul.

This is the Eugene Saturday Market. Note the hula-hooping hippie to the right.

Hippies abound.

This man had a cart filled with rubber chickens. I think he would tell you a joke if you payed him a dollar.

This amazing high school brass band was covering Ozzy Osborne.

Here are Emily and Lexie, again, making faces at the camera.

What hippie festival would be complete without a drum circle.

Here I am at target trying on a festive hat.

If it was aceptable for a man to wear these shoes, I think you know I would.

Someone (not myself) had given this pink panther an erection.

We had deep fried pickles for dinner.

Back in the Burg; we hit the bowling alley.

We had come from Eugene; the land of a thousand hippies, to the bowling alley; the land of a thousand teenagers.

Toward the end of our game; we competed to see who could get the bowling ball the furthest down the lane before it hit the ground.

Homeless bowling

David and I left our warm homes at 8:45 this morning to pick up this barbecue trailer. Of course, when we reached our destination, no one was there to greet us.

We were participating in the Douglas County Homeless Count 2008. The event was pretty much what the name suggests; we counted homeless people, gave them hot dogs (at one point the health inspector came through and tried to shut us down, one of the homeless people yelled at the inspector; "whats your problem? Their just trying to feed us!"). We also passed out things like socks, toothbrushes and "Disaster Blankets". Disaster Blankets are made through a process similar to the process of making particle board. Because of the way in which they are made, you can't wash, dry clean or get the blankets wet (I guess that makes them not dissimilar to a Gremlin) it just seems that such a blanket may be a less than optimal choice for the homeless community.

I'm totally going to get one of these steering wheels for my futuristic station wagon. Maybe I can also get fuzzy upholstery and some of those little balls that hang down.

This summer they tore down the old bowling alley.

In it's place; they built a new bowling alley. The amazing thing, to me, is that nothing from the original bowling alley was retained, I think that everything that couldn't be sold to other bowling alleys was burned.

The new bowling alley was filled with teenagers. Here are said teenagers playing Dance Dance Revolution.

Megan was so excited about the new bowling alley that she dressed up as The Dude.

Matt (who took bowling in college) and I lamented the fact that; while they had done a complete remodel of the entire bowling alley, destroying any referent to the old bowling alley and sparing no expense, they still did NOT have Budweiser in bowling pin shaped bottles.

They gave us one of those pager things like you would get at a chain restaurant e.g. Red Robin. While we waited we drank beer that did NOT come in festively shaped bottles.

At the ends of the lanes, which have little blinking tracer lights running their lengths, they have giant TV screens playing an eclectic mix of music videos. while we were there they played AC/DC, Boy2Men and Counting Crows, just to name a few.

We didn't see John (or the creepy bowling guy, as he's sometimes known), wondering if he had been scared off by pastiche and postmodern-warfare, I inquired as to his whereabouts; apparently he was fired for hitting on teenage girls.

Here is a pack of angry teenagers. The one to the far right is Janis's daughter, her fashion involved muddy pants, falling off shoes and an ironic/vintage/I don't know anymore, Bob Marley t-shirt.

Our game ended with a few frames to go. We weren't too sad. I guess we'd all had our fill of postmodernism and angry teenagers.

Longest day ever

Went to the coast for the longest meeting ever.
Deduced that all fish ( and all species) are actually Pollock.
Had cupcakes in the rain.
At the art show, which I was late to, There were drawings done by a criminal sketch artist with photos of the criminals...spooky.
Went to the bowling alley.
It was league night.
It's always league night.
Went to Wild Bills across the street.
Played video game where you shoot animals.
Played video game where you look at naked ladies.
Went back to the bowling alley.
Bowling alley was filled with teenagers.
Went to Idle Hour and played pool instead.

Whoomp there it is

This photograph is just a document to prove that this was not a spooky ghost bar, like in the Shining.

Roseburg recently got one of those radio stations thats uses some random jukebox in lieu of actually paying d.j.'s. At this moment they were playing Whoomp! There It Is. God have mercy on our souls.

I really stunk at bowling today.

The creepy bowling guy was not working today, thus, our game was short on dirty jokes.

Parties that start with L

Joni and I were put in charge of our monthly meeting. We decided it should be an ice cream social. Maxine felt it necessary to list all of the ice cream toppings on the itinerary.

After ice cream, we went bowling. Me & Joni win for best meeting ever.
It's hard to come up with 13 original and funny names for all of the bowlers. Especially in mixed company, so obscene and offensive names were out of the question.

The bowling alley guy made various inappropriate comments about Joni (who totally won at bowling).

Lindsey & Lee Ann had an L themed housewarming party.

I think you get I double points for double Ls.

I couldn't think of an L themed costume, so I made an L themed CD. I guess that makes me Lazy and Lame.

It was all pretty high concept.

Ben came as Luxembourg.

Portland: The Brooklyn of the West

We went to Portland for a training thing. On the way up we stopped at the Olive Garden. The gang tried to ditch me, I sure foiled them.

I went out to a bar with Evelyn and her ex-man-friend. The bartender looked like the hipster version of Lou Ferrigno.

Maxine exited the free way in search of gas. Some how we drove past the gas station an 20 some miles out of the way.

We stopped at a park to use the bathroom. Note that this was BEFORE we finally found another gas station.

Ben got back from New Hampshire. Tan, rested, and full of expletives.

Ben bowled a 194.

Kick bowling: sport of the future

For one reason or another the guy who runs the bowling alley has really taken a liking to us. One night we had to wait a wile for a lane, so he bought us a pitcher of beer. On the night of this picture; he told us numerous dirty jokes. One joke involved him making grunting noises and a face that will haunt us for many years to come.

When I got back from lunch I told Adam that I had gone to the taco truck, he made a gross face and referred to it as a roach coach, he then told me how he had lunch at Taco Time. At Taco Time catchup mixed with hot sauce = "salsa". To each his own I guess.

The taco truck was recently closed for "remodeling".

The people across the street dressed in black are protesting against the war.

The people across the street in red, white and blue are protesting for the war.

The people for the war seem to be in much better spirits. They smile and wave, and for the most part are much better cheerleaders than the anti-war group.

There was a birthday at work so I was having some cake.

10 minutes later, my boss brought me this ice cream sandwich.