Applicable names thus far:

Rasputin
Lior
Ronan
Ramma-lamma-ding-dong
Dirk
Sir Ramsey
Ray C. Lewis
Randy
Vince Ferragamo
Paul
Puck
Buck Wild


if you've made suggestions and do not see the name on the list--there are reasons for it. Too long, too similar to other animals, can't bring myself to name animals after cars...and Chester--man. Chester. He actually does look like a Chester and it may indeed be the perfect name, but can't do it. An old high school friend's nick-name was Chester--probably why the Ram seems like chester to me, actually--but it'd be too weird calling him chester. mutual friends would probably think I've lost it.  Well, they probably think that already--but let's not give them any more reasons for it, shall we?

Anyhow, I gotta get this narrowed down. I not entirely sure how I'm going to do this--so if anyone has suggestions on that as well, I'm all ears. To name Lina von Lambykins I put up a simple voting box. But I may, indeed take this vote to the street (farmer's market). Or...I may just put all these names into a box (including submissions from the farmer's market) and pull one out of the hat (or, um box--but not THAT box, sickos)  and the winner gets a prize?

But what if he ends up with a stupid name then...eh? So ideas, folks! I appreciate it...and now you may continue the debate amongst yourselves....

I'm happy no one has suggest Rambo--do you know how many rams are named Rambo? Yes 3 million.

Where I write something, rather than just post pictures and talk of depressing things such as land burning up, animals dying and the like.

I took a small (as in short) vacation with a friend and we went to Walla Walla, WA. Home of sweet onions and wine. It's difficult to not just accidently wander into a tasting room when one visits Walla Walla. However, I'm proud to say we didn't visit one.

I'm sure that seems like a strange/weird statement. It also wasn't our intention. My friend dislikes wine so he wasn't interested in visiting the wineries/tasting rooms. However, he insisted we spend some time feeding my inner wino--so we had planned to go to a few wineries. Once there and the more we did and sought out--it became kind of a fun treasure hunt of a vacation. The obvious statement of 'what to do in Walla Walla' is to drink and taste wine. So what about the other things to do? We found them and more.

Of course there's more to this blog than my proud exclamation of not tasting wine in wine country.

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Our first night there was fairly unintresting but we went in search of a dive-bar. We didn't really NEED a dive-bar but it's the kind I prefer and my friend seems to like them, but only if I'm with him (I think otherwise he doesn't feel safe). What we really wanted was a bar with 'regulars' and some sort of bar 'sport'. Pool tables, darts, shuffle-board.

We found a promossing 'nascar' themed tavern in a plain cement block building. However when I peered in, I only saw one giant screen tv and nothing else (there were people and tables, but no sports). So I asked the guys standing out back smoking if there was a bar around that had shuffle board. Response?

Old guy smoking: Shuffle-board?! Are you from Flordia.
I shake my head about to explain what I mean by shuffle board, but he looks at my friend...
Old guy smoking looking at my friend: YOU'RE from Flordia, aren't you?
Then he laughs to himself thinking he's funny.

I smile and say: No, a shuffle-board table. YOU don't know what that is?
Old Guy: Oh! That.
Young Guy smoking: Not in this town.
Dave Mustaine Looking Guy: The Green Lantern used to have one
Young Guy smoking: Oh yeah, but not any more

After then asking about pool (none--except for bars that featured broken pool sticks and the Elk's lodge to which we were informed we could say we were THINKING about becoming members and they'd let us in), we left them to their obvious flirtation with a girl way too young for any of them.

I was highly disapointed by the state of bar games in this town. Especially a college town. So we went back down town and wandered some more where we did find some 'night-life'. A small wine bar had 'industry night' which seemed to be an outdoor patio with a few tables, about eight patrons (drinking wine) and a dj playing house music.

For some reason it was one of the most depressing/weird things I've ever witness. I stopped and stared. My friend chuckled to himself. I looked at him and said "This is one of the most depressing/weird things I've seen" and he said "I agree".

I think, mostly, because it was those nine people's idea of what 'cool' is. And that ain't cool. Nor fun. The music was so loud they weren't talking to each other. No one was dancing. They all looked bored.

So we ended the night by purchasing some pbr and drinking wine I brought in our hotel room.

Next day we saw a woman teetering around in the most ridiculious shoes I've ever seen. In fact her whole out fit was ridiculious.

I'm not one to notice this things, at all. Nor one to critisize people's choice of fashion. Oh yes, I'm judgemental but not on fashion. At all. I have no flair for it and wear things that I bought in middle school. So unless someone's showing too much skin or is wearing a full-on hot dog suit, I tend not to notice people's get-ups much.

However as we were eatting lunch at a nice little bistro this women came stumbling down the stairs. Then I noticed she couldn't walk and I thought she was drunk. I happened to look at her shoes and realized they were the source of her problem.

They were neon green--therefore hard to miss. But the heel part was at least 4 inches and I kid you not--a metal spike. She couldn't walk in those things to save her life.

But what might've been even more ridiculious than those shoes was the rest of her outfit. You'd think someone trying to walk around in neon green metal spike shoes would be wearing some sort of equally trashy outfit? No. Instead she had on a tweed pant and jacket suit. Her eye glasses were the same shade of green. And to top it all off? An old baseball hat.

My friend had his back to her so I said "did you notice that woman?" and he said "where her shoes neon green?" and I explained they were and had a metal spike for a heel, thus she couldn't walk. After I said that I heard a group of middle-aged people sitting behind my friend lamenting on her choice of outfit. Then they said what I had just said to my friend "I'm not one to comment on other people's fashion choice!"

But since we all did, it's obvious her outfit was ridculious. She couldn't walk AND she had to have been hot (it was in the upper 90's and she was sitting outside in her fitted tweed suit).

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Another fashion incident occurred later that evening. We went down to the bar at the hotel to have a nightcap. In doing so we passed through a room that seemed to be hosting quite the party--people drinking, toasting...laughing. Our one drink took about an hour to drink (more like it took about 40 minutes to make for some unknown reason and ten to drink). On the way out of the bar into the lobby we heard LOUD piano playing.

My friend said "oh no" when we heard it--it was obviously drunken piano playing. It wasn't BAD--some sort of classical tune, but it wasn't jiving just write. And really freaking loud. We figured out that the source of this bad piano playing was coming from the room that had had a swinging party in it an hour earlier. The room that we had to walk through to get to our wing of the hotel.

SO as we enter the room, bracing ourselves for some drunken seen and steeling our ears for the noise...this is what we saw;

An empty room, except for the standard furnishing. This hotel is a 'period' hotel--turn of the century (as in 1900). So it's got gold and reds. lush sitting couches--gold grand piano. Fire going in the fire place. Kind of a cross between a bordello and a french country home crica 1700.

Actually, found a picture:


This picture is good, as it's the view we had coming into the room. And indeed...it was empty of people know. But there were a few glasses of wine out, and some bottles of beer. The piano was in the far corner (in this picture blocked by the screen).

So we walk in looking around seeing the scattered alcohol. Hearing the music. A bit puzzeled there aren't more people around encouraging the drunken piano playing (or telling them to stop) then we get past that screen and get a view of the piano. And the piano-player.

The guy had a look of rhapsody on his face. Eyes closed--in that drunken consentration that one can get.

And he had no clothes on.





You know, I don't really have anything else to add to this story or the trip, really. So I'll just leave it at that.

Highly amusing.

The state teams left today. Seems smokey in some areas but done for the most part.

Here are some pictures--including a pictures of my brother's house that was REALLY threatened.

So..yeah.

I have a combination of a whole lot to say and nothing to say at all.

I've felt very busy--like there's a bunch of shit that needs doing, but I haven't really gotten my act together to do it. Well..let me say there IS a bunch of shit that needs doing and I have NOT gotten my act together. Not kinda or 'like'--it's true.

Work, the sheep, life.

But speaking of life...and in theme with my shitty summer....

I bought a laptop (macbook) on ebay. It was a good deal, but not the 'best deal ever!' type of deal. And the the reviews on this person were good--other people buying similar macbooks. I understood that this person was taking old macbooks and rebuilding them. I'm fine with that.

But still pricey.

Anyhow; there's been no word from the seller. I bought it on Aug 11th. On the 18th I wrote asking what the status was--that it said it was supposed to be here by the 17th (but hasn't shown the item as actually being shipped).

On the 19th I sent an email to the seller's email, rather than a message on ebay asking a few questions, including what's the status. Got the email via paypal, so who know if it's the real email.

Yesterday I sent another message simply saying "recieved any of my messages/notes about my purchase? Getting a bit concerned, I don't normally spend this kind of money without being reassured my items is coming".

And I've done my research. This seller has been purchasing items (they've recieved recent feed back scores from people) as well as selling OTHER macbooks to other people since I bought mine (again, feed back scores).

So, is it too earlier to go ahead with reporting them and beginning a conflict resolution on ebay? And, yes I guess I should've known better with my luck lately. Although, in the past, I've never had problems with ebay...

In other news I'm going up to Satorville so she can whack off all my hair. It's down past the middle of my back. It's all getting cut off.

Maybe it's my hair that's been holding me back???

Hope you're all well,
Fodon

Poor Peppermint died. She had liver flukes--something we don't see around here at all. I'll explain next time. Anyhow, it means she was sick for years, most likely, and we probably wouldn't have caught it--ever.

Poor thing.

In good news--Red's great. Almost completely healed from his dance with the truck--and is racing around like a mad dog in great health (not the 20/20 kind).

Now just to calm Jefferson down--he's jealous and picking on Red (it's kind of funny, actually. He's huge and could do real damage to the little dog--but what he does is things like head butting and paw slapping).

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Why I'm blogging, however, is because I had the craziest dream this morning, and want to record it here for future reference.

First some background information: I just finished rereading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince (so I can watch the movie) AND last night I finished watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (sp?). This may seem insane, but my memory on this kind of stuff is horrible. If I just were to watch the newest movie I'd barely remember the main character's names, nerver mind background information. I've learned that to enjoy these--I need to review the series. Plus I have enjoyed the books and movies thus far, I don't mind doing my homework to watch the latest movie.

So Harry Potter, and more importantly, magic, has been on my mind.

The other thing I've been watching? The Wire.  Which was recommended to me by multiple friends and so I finally begun renting it on Netflix a few months ago. Now I've become one of those people telling everyone I know that they should watch that show.

It's good--you should watch it.

And it's one of those shows/movies/entertainment pieces that makes you think (as does harry potter) so you spend time actually thinking about the characters and plot lines--rather than just using it as pure entertainment value.

Thefore, should it be a surprise that they combined into a dream for me? No. But ridiculious nonetheless.

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I won't go into great detail because other people's dreams can be really boring. Kind of one of those 'you had to be there' moments, and who's going to be experiencing your dream with you?

But the dream--from what I can recall of it--begins with me finding Michael K. Williams (Omar for those of you who know the Wire) in a night club. You know, because I frequent night clubs...

I'm excited. I go up to him and ask for a picture--explaining I don't really care about celebrities but I loved the Omar character so it's really exciting to see the actor who played one of my favorite tv characters.

Which, is something I'd say in real life. So the dream from the beginning felt real.

Anyhow, Michael (mike?) agrees and we take pictures. Then we make out? Which is really weird considering Omar's a gay character (no idea if the actor himself is gay)--but it's weird all around.

Then--there's trouble. Some sort of drug deal is going down in the night club and in walks Harry, Ron and Hermione. They try to stop the drug deal with their wands--some sort of magic, but someone else in the club begins shooting at them.

Omar (Michael), pulls out his shot gun and--what do I have? Ha. This is the funniest part--I've got a saber. Yes, a saber. A reproduction confederate army saber (which I own in real life--it was a gift for my birthday, but it was only purchased as something to saber champagne bottles with--which I like to do from time to time).

So I'm running around with my saber, not really doing any damage, but sabering the top off of bottles of Cristal. Because, you know, it's in all the rap videos...(totally sterotypical, even in my dreams).

But this causes enough of a commotion to save the young wizards--so we all take off in a flying car, including Omar. And then we discover that Omar's really a wizard also, hense his almost super-human powers.

And I fall in love with him.

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Then I wake up. ANd there were other crazy-hilarious moments in the dream. But like I said, had to be there. I think you can get the gist of it from the above discription.

Yeah, weird. I guess I had a hidden TV crush that's just come out in my dreams.

I heart Omar.