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July 1st, 2009

Pulled on my neck & pinched nerves down my left arm. No strength, pins & needles, and 24/7 pain. My doctor set up a consult with a spinal surgeon, and assured me that surgery may or may not fix it, and probably won't do anything for the pain. Sweet.
Since I can't ride my bike now, Caroline & I are taking the boys with us to the GP at Laguna Seca this weekend, where they will, I'm sure, be completely underwhelmed and bored. Oh, well, I got paddock passes. I'm gonna have fun, and that's all that matters. My parents were never this cool and they'll see that someday. Sure they will....

March 10th, 2009

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Only in Ess Eff do we poop on your fun.

S.F. may crack down on 'flash mob' antics

Seth Rosenfeld, Chronicle Staff Writer

Monday, March 9, 2009


(03-08) 17:48 PST -- It's not political, ideological or cultural, but San Francisco officials say they are seriously considering cracking down on one of the city's most popular events in the growing "flash mob" phenomenon.

This year's Valentine's Day pillow fight was, quite simply, a mess. Officials, only slightly amused, say the episode left the city holding the bag - or empty pillow case - with thousands of dollars in damage and cleanup costs due to mounds of wet, sticky feathers.

The promoters of the counterculture event, now in its fourth year, must take responsibility for future happenings or "otherwise we are going to have to find a way to shut it down," said Lisa Seitz Gruwell of the Recreation and Park Department.

San Francisco's pillow fight is part of an international fad, partly anarchistic, partly absurdist, in which a mob of participants suddenly materializes at a public place, engages in odd behavior and then disperses.

The events range from zombie marches to dances and pie fights, including a shaving-cream-on-paper-plate pie fight staged late Thursday afternoon at the cable car turnaround at Powell and Market streets.

They are organized via telephone text messages, Web sites like Laughingsquid.com and eatbrains.com, and just old-fashioned word-of-mouth. They often have no identified leaders or sponsors.

A Web advertisement for this year's pillow fight at Justin Herman Plaza said in part, "Rules: Tell Everyone you know. ... Arrive with pillow hidden in bag. ... Practice responsible fun and help clean up. ..."

It was the city's biggest and longest flash mob pillow fight yet: It drew an estimated 1,500 to 3,000 people and went on from about 6 p.m. until past midnight, according to officials.

As the crowd pounded each other with pillows, the cases split, releasing large volumes of feathers that the wind quickly spread.

And it was wet. Intermittent rain plastered the feathers to everything they touched, forming a gray, feathery sludge that lined the lawn, the gutter, cars and buildings.

The soggy stuff clogged drains in nearby Four Embarcadero Center, flooding the Osha Thai Restaurant, said Norm Dito, a manager with Boston Properties, which owns the center. He estimated his firm's cleanup costs at more than $10,000.

Feathers also filled the Vaillancourt Fountain and threatened to jam and burn out its pumps. Workers had to drain the cubist fountain's 12,000 gallons of water - it had only recently been filled - clean it out and refill it, said Dito.

The city had to dispatch two engineers to check the fountain along with a five-person crew that filled three pick-up trucks with feathers, all at a cost of more than $2,213, said Dennis Kern, director of operations for the Recreation and Park Department.

"It was quite a mess, much more than we have experienced in previous years," said Mohammed Nuru, deputy director of the Department of Public Works. "Everywhere was feathers."

DPW assigned three extra cleanup shifts - a total of 69 employees and an extra street sweeper truck - costing about $19,000, Nuru said.

"It was really hard raking through the grass trying to get all those little feathers up," he said.

Kern said officials want the organizers of such events to follow standard procedure: apply for a permit, pay a use fee (at least $1,750 for the plaza) and supply security, portable toilets and cleanup crews.

But he acknowledged that such conformance would be contrary to the flash mob's decidedly decentralized, anti-bureaucratic principles. Kern said Rec and Park does not even know how to contact the pillow fight's anonymous organizers.

A series of e-mail and phone inquiries from The Chronicle seeking comment from pillow fight organizers went unanswered.

However, one of the pie fight organizers, who gave his name as Herbie Hatman, seemed unfazed by the concern. Wearing a bowler hat and tuxedo and covered in shaving cream at Thursday's event, he shrugged at the suggested rules.

"That seems like a natural response from the city," he said.

I usually deplore the "comments" for news stories, since they are usually posted by tools reveling in their anonymity. Embedded with the usual crap though was the one guy who said "At nine o'clock today were all going to leave a comment." Someone got it.

March 1st, 2009

If you could ask your pet any question (and they could answer you), what would it be?
"What's with the meowing?"

January 31st, 2008


October 14th, 2007



So my friend Marcos is leaving San Fran to move to Miami. Everyone I know who has done the same move has been right back, and hated Florida, so good for him he's subletting his flat. Saw him off tonight, and I'm glad I went.

Been thinking alot lately about the last year of my life. I've been a bit down lately, and realized it was because of crap that went down a year ago, and it made me think about the last year and where I am now compared with a year ago. Last year seemed to last forever. This year, since I've been seeing my sweet thang has flown by, and what a ride it's been. So happy!

Again, sorry if we haven't been seeing each other lately, I really am trying to make time with people. I think I'm going through another more introverted phase, but if you're feeling neglected call me.

August 27th, 2007

Oh yeah, LiveJournal...


Just checking some friends posts and realized I haven't posted anything in months. I'm still suffering from NGS (New Girlfriend Syndrome) and haven't been seeing people, updating Myspace or LiveJournal, etc. 
So- things are going great. My girlfriend the rock star still rocks my world, getting on fine with her kids. My job is sucking ass, but they're still paying me so I keep showing up. The scoot has a NEW (like, new, out of the box) engine which really solves alot of the engine problems it was having. The electricals, well, still an issue but I have a solution,but it costs bucks so I'll just keep charging the battery at home for now. The motorcycle, well no progress. 
Went to Santa Cruz this weelend with Caroline & the sprogues to visit my mom. I think she realizes this as close to grandkids as she's likely to get. The weekend was good, beach BBQ Saturday & Boardwalk Sunday. The 5 year old insisted on going through the haunted house, and of course almost shit himself. Oh well. 
If I haven't talked to you in a while, I'll be getting back into the world soon, no, really.

May 2nd, 2007

My motto is "They're not my kids". Wanda Sykes has a great bit in her stand up routine about watching her nieces & nephews. As long as they're alive when the parents come home, her job is done.
I was thinking about that Monday when I watched Caroline's two boys. It was  the first time I'd been alone with them and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous, but it was fine. We watched Wallace & Gromit, I ordered pizza (not healthy I know, but...not my kids!) and only had one spill and one banged head before Caroline came home. Not bad. The best part, I actually had fun. 
I hear the four year old is starting to realize he's going to be sharing Mom's affections, and is having some issues with it, but he still likes me and hopefully things will work themselves out soon enough.

April 8th, 2007

I'm riding home this morning on my roomies plastic scoot (with parts in my bag for the Vespa) when Jack-Holio decides to make a left turn into the right hand lane, the one I'm in, less than a car length in front of me. I grab some brake and down I go, sliding down the road (with my armored safety gear safely dry in my garage). I didn't even stop to check the bike (or myself) but picked up the still running bike and goosed it down the road til I catch him at the light at 19th Ave and start beating on his window screaming. He and his woman freak out, the light turned green and he took off into the park. I thought about following him but the bike doesn't handle wet very well so I just continued home.

The bike is OK, I got a couple scrapes. My new Treo in the side pocket of the side I slid on scrubbed a Treo shaped rectangle out of the cloth but doesn't have a scratch on it.

At least I have the satisfaction of seeing the piece of shit driver chicken and run in front of his woman. "Remember when you ran away from that guy on the scooter?"

Ugh! What a shit-hole.


March 31st, 2007

Bellingham, Washington...


That's where I'm spending the last half of my vacation, Bellingham. So far it's been pretty good. I had to fly into SeaTac, which was sucky. I hate Seattle. Every time I've been there, there has been bad mojo. I think that city has it in for me and I've promised it I'd never go back, but since the plane ticket was cheaper that way and it was a gift, through Seattle I passed. 

Grandma and an aunt live here, and its been great to see them. Grandma moved here a few years ago, and I haven't seen her since she moved. She looks better than ever, is doing great and my aunt is doing well too. All is well.

I got a hotel room last night since space looked sparse (I came up with Mom and step-Dad
), and as much as I love the family I wanted to get away for a bit. After getting dropped off downtown, I was pleased to find my skills are still pretty sharp. In a town I've never been in before it took 20-30 minutes to find the spot. Fun, drinking and cool music ensued,
making it necessary today for a greasy breakfast and a nap.

So far so good, except I'm missing my woman ALOT. Can't wait til Tuesdays sushi date with my Sweet Thang. 

March 26th, 2007

Just got back from my annual camping trip with some old friends. This year makes nineteen years in a row I've gone out to the coast with this crew. Weather was beautiful hiking in Thursday, Friday was real nice too. Saturday and Sunday were cool foggy and damp. Today hiking out, the rain started as we were hoisting our packs on, and was only heavy for a brief stretch near the end. Not so bad.
It's always good to see alot of these guys (it's a men-only trip) since I don't really see many of them the rest of the year anymore, but they're still good friends. It's good to be able to catch up, hear about their kids, etc. The other side of the coin is seeing someone and thinking "Fuck, I forgot how annoying he is..."

Missed my woman something awful, and I won't get to see her tonight; as one of my former co-workers from Korea used to say "That is suck." Only 14 more hours.

Hopefully with a few days off this week I can make some headway on my bikes. The P200 I ride everyday needs lots of love, the CB350 is close to running, and the other P200 needs almost everything. Right now it's a straight frame and a set of engine cases. I'm hoping to get everything road worthy this summer.
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