pillow talk

I'm not much of a decorator even though I've watched hundreds of hours of that damn HGTV. I seem to get a real perverse thrill watching other people slave over home improvement projects as I lounge on my couch on Saturday morning. I like modern design and clean lines and I'm a big fan of mid-century, lounge furniture. The look that I am trying to cultivate in my living room would be that of a Cocktail Lounge/Den of Depravity I seem to lean toward vinyl furniture which is perfect for cleaning up dinner time spills but it's not the most comfortable fabric to lounge on. In an attempt to soften the look, I found these two great, retro inspired pillows from West Elm and I just couldn't pass them up. The best part is they were 60% OFF and I sure do love a bargain. West Elm has some really good furniture at fairly reasonable prices and maybe someday, Seattle will get it's own store. My next big challenge is to fill up the stark white walls with some art and photos and then maybe I'll have a long overdue apartment warming party.

fun briefs

Everyone enjoys fun undies, right? My good friend Jody got me these lovely, customized briefs for my birthday a few months back at B-Bam Custom Tees on Capital Hill. They'll screen print just about any damn thing you want on a tee, hoody, golf shirt etc. You get to play the Design Star and it's much more "indie" and unique vs walking around in some lame, mass-produced, faux vintage tee from Urban Outfitters.

I'm not planning on ever wearing the briefs because that somehow seems disrespectful and the letters would probably fade after several washings. Although it would be pretty damn funny to see the look on my future gal-pal's face as I whip off my pants to reveal the briefs with my name emblazoned on the ass. I think I'll frame them as a pseudo-art piece for my bedroom. I doubt that any other dudes have framed undies on their wall so I've got that going for me!

If it's broke, just give it a whack

I'm so very happy that my digital camera is working again! It's been down since Christmas and I've been bummed and a bit jealous that I couldn't add any original pics to my posts. For some reason the lens wouldn't retract and I couldn't take any pics and Cannon told me that I could send it back with $100 and wait several weeks for a repair or I could upgrade for $150 and get a refurb of a newer model. Geez, I spent 400 smackers on this thing 2 years ago and I really didn't want to have to fork over any more cash. Today, I gave the lens a slight whack on a hard service and that did the trick! The lens is working and we're fully operational again. However I do feel kinda dumb for not trying this seemingly obvious solution earlier, but I'm not complaining.

My first order of business was to take a bunch of pics of the hundreds of peanut shells that are strewn all over my apartment bld to feed the local squirrel population. My downstairs neighbor is a semi-retired gent and a bit of a recluse and not at all friendly. Every time I see him outside, I always say hello but he never gives me the courtesy of a response.

I should also note that this is the same guy that sleeps with his bedroom window wide open in the middle of the winter. I believe this is because he also owns several indoor/outdoor cats. When I come home late at night, I can look directly down from my front door to see him in bed snoozing away. He always looks peaceful but it feels creepy to me that I can see this geezer in bed.

Every once in a while I can hear him raking the peanuts shells very early in the morning. He doesn't actually throw away the old shells, NO, he just makes some half-assed attempt at dispersing them slightly in the same 6' X 6' area of dirt. Maybe he's dreaming that all the shells will one day decompose.

Here's a link to the original post that tells the tale of the unwelcome peanuts along with some action photos.
Critter Food

ballard spanking

Last night I was hanging out with my stoner buddy Andy G at the Sunset Tavern to check out the early grunge band Swallow. Swallow has been around since 1987 and they are one of Sub Pop's very early artists but they never quite rode the gravy train of money and hype. Andy G and I were in a festive mood and we were slightly baked and ready to enjoy some good garage, power-pop. As we were walking down Ballard Ave, we were approached by two very drunk, hipster chicks. They yelled that we needed to be spanked and we were more than happy to oblige. "Stick yer ASS out further, " she said to me and then proceeded to give me one Hell of a hard slap on my arse. It stung a bit but I kind of liked it. Normally I would have to pay good money for that kind of service, but last night I got it for free. Yee-haw!

creepy robotic pets

It seems that Robo pets are all the rage in Japan now. I love this kitschy commercial for the robotic cat but I keep waiting for it to hurl a hair ball.

You can also buy your very own robotic baby seal, PARO. I guess it's supposed to be cute but it's annoying whining makes me want to club it's adorable little head. Don't hate me.

myspace milestone reached

It's a slow day in blogland so I don't have much to offer aside from my, myspace page, titled Gerarific hit 1,000 page views this week. I've grown kind of bored with myspace but I have met some good film-maker contacts, but I mainly get friend requests from webcam girls or from other bootyliscious gals trying to promote their "website". They apparently see that I'm in my advanced 30's and single and that must equal desperate. I have met a few, cool single girls on myspace but I have to say that most women are immediately on the defensive when they get a myspace friend request from a dude because the majority of the requests come with pictures of the guy with his freakin shirt off.