I'll learn you good

This is a pack of teenagers doing the hokey pokey (or possibly the electric slide).

Your guess is as good as mine as to why one would want to dance around on the street outside my office at 9 in the morning. Not that I'm anti dancing, truth be told there should really be more dance parties in Roseburg.

This is the first day of my video editing class.

My class, basically, consists of me trying to force feed avant-garde cinema to a group of teenagers in rural(ish) Oregon.

I am trying to convince them that they should call me Professor Burian-Mohr.

Up in smoke

The people across the street from me have about 50 different cars.

Each one producing a larger cloud of smoke then the last.

In search of lost bedding

I think in order to have a good blog you should refer to Marcel Proust at LEAST once a month.

I tried to put my, repaired, blinds back up and managed to crack the window frame.

I blame dry-rot, and the government.

Did I mention that the state of Oregon is F'ing me in the A on my taxes?

I was looking for new bedding and was having difficulty deciding between these pink, sateen, Playboy sheets.

Or these copper ones.

Or these with tiger prints.

Or these ones with race cars.

Or maybe these gold ones, again sateen. I hear "chicks dig" sateen, and are more likely to have sex with you if play up the fact that you're a sleaze-ball.

Ultimately, I got these "urban looking" sheets.

They may not be sateen, but I won't have to worry about accidentally slipping out of my bed while I'm sleeping.

Are you into wood?

This is the belt buckle I got at the coast. I tried to take a picture when I got it, but that picture, much like this one, didn't come out so well.

The buckle is made out of some strange wood encased in resin. When I got the buckle I had looked at another buckle made of wood and the sales person asked me; "So are you into wood?".

Was this a pick up line? I wasn't sure how to respond so I just ignored it and later made jokes about my wood, your wood, my wood collection, powerful wood, etc.

This weekend was chicken fest 2008, I so wish I could have gone.

This man had a totally sweet beard. I guess I should have rolled the window down, oh well.

Maybe it's a stretch, but I'd like to think these pictures are, vaguely, like a Gerhard Richter painting,

After doing my taxes (which I'm mad as hell about, stupid Oregon) I was pleased to find cupcakes in the kitchen at work. I'm not sure why they were there or who they were for, but that made them that much tastier to eat.

Steve was sad, so he cut off all his hair.

We went to the Death Metal bar and drank $1 beers. Said beer was kind of gross.

Don't make this about you

I think there is a cowboy in the lower left of this picture.

There was a party for me. Why? Because I am awesome and deserve a party. Apparently; modesty is not my strong suit. This is Lily; preparing Gabe themed snacks.

We had all made quite a ruckus the previous evening, so I was glad to see I had so many loyal friends.

This may be Megan's dog Bella wearing a Gabe costume.

This is a mystery guest, possibly or new friend Officer Jake or maybe it's Hippie Mike, who really knows, I have so many friends, it's hard to keep track of them all. I do know with 100% certainty; that is NOT one of the haters, who were too busy watching basketball to celebrate the coolest guy in Roseburg.

It appears that Teacher Steve fears having his soul stolen by the awsomecam.

This is a delicious can of Sparks. Who knew that malt liquor and taurine could be so delicious?

At some point we made the other delicious discovery: champagne and pop-rocks.

Oh shizzle.

It was nice to know that I have so many friends who love ME and will come to a party dedicated to ME, that is not my birthday. At my birthday there was a lot more cake but a lot less friends to celebrate their favorite person...ME.

At some point Lily put on sunglasses and a funny hat, and started speaking witha Russian accent.

Oh, the things people will do for Gabe Fest 2008. I wonder what will happen next year?

We started a fire using giant logs, charcoal briquets and lighter fluid.

And, oh what a fire it was.

In the morning; the giant log was still smoldering.

Here are Steve and Emily looking sweet.

Here is the awsomecam stealing Steve's soul.

Here is a pyramid of creamers (with a flag on top) and Emily's breasts.