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i rediscovered this song yesterday when i was going through all the recording artists on the sub pop label. if i ever play it in public i’ll dedicate it to jim huber and/or drew ryan.

even though i slept through it, i have never forgotten the name of this movie or who is in it. my folks took us to the drive in theater at every opportunity to see the newest disney movie (pinocchio, song of the south, etc.). the disney movie was always followed by a second feature that WASN’T a disney movie. for the life of me, i don’t remember any of them except mother jugs and speed. and even now, all i can vaguely recall was that there were reckless ambulance drivers in it. i knew the movie was over when i woke up to the sound of gravel under our tires as we joined the caravan of cars leaving the drive in.

thanks to ross polete, i found another coffee song! since most of my shifts at homer’s are from 11-6, this one cuts close to the bone.

cinco de mayo (the fifth of may) is NOT celebrated for:
when the mexicans found the germans who bombed pearl harbor and made them eat stale tamales, a day when all latino high school students dress up in festival clothes and ditch class, mass consumption of spicy food following the season of lent, the first time someone waded across the rio grande, when matadors switched from penguin fighting to bull fighting.

who DOESN’T want a log?

well, the biggest part of the bathroom paint job of 2011 is over. the before and after pic doesn’t do it justice. all that is left are the baseboards. white on white. jenny and i have never tackled something this big before.the original ceiling paint over the shower was peeling (you’ll just have to take my word for it), and that was the REAL motivation to repaint the bathroom.

this is the northwest corner of our bathroom. since we are painting the walls a different color than the ceiling, i wanted to take “before” and “after” pics. part of me still can’t believe i own a home, and do projects like this. my daydreams consist of a time when i rummaged through dumpsters, and stole food at the campus center. anyway, back to the present: we just got done scraping, sanding, and priming some spots that needed it. the actual paint job will commence after we take a break. special thanks to chris mull who has been my paint consultant during this project (and previous projects). ironically our friendship was forged in the early years of dumpster diving and campus food theft.

a few people have said they were surprised at the size of the monkey bars in my backyard when they saw them up close. the photo with grayson is a little misleading, so i recorded this video from easter sunday.

easter was good. we invited a few friends over for lunch. one of the couples gave me a nintendo 64 system AND a box of game cartridges (thanks scott & candy!) we played a couple of games, climbed on the monkey bars outside, and said our goodbyes a few hours later. my grasp of video games after the mid 80′s is limited, and i wasn’t sure how much time it would take to master starfox and golden eye… then kyle told me i could play old games on the nintendo 64 like defender, spy hunter, and robotron 2084. these are my games. i spent an embarrassing amount of quarters on these games. when i play these games i can imagine the sights and smells of long gone arcades like spaceworld, lemans, malibu grand prix, and alladin’s castle. these memories don’t just take me back (especially while tuned to an 80′s internet station), they can make me forget my current responsibilities. this isn’t always a good thing. along those same lines, i emailed a correct answer to a trivia question on the stuck in the 80s podcast, and got my name on the show. ok, i added the applause later, but only because that’s how i heard it in my head… like zach braff in scrubs.

i realized this easter morning that my house is between a place of worship (slightly north and west) and a private residence (slightly north and east) with easter island heads in the front lawn. the images, and associations connected to these two things make me feel like i’m on a hammock in between. there’s also a place that sells old pinball games a block and a half south, but i’ve already posted a story about that.