The Agrinautica

   Two days ago, someone was mugged in Inglewood. Once the blood was scrubbed off the sidewalk, the following was found to be written:

   This, apparently, is not some blog prank like I myself originally thought, but a true story.

   So I've got eight days left to live, what to do? Well, first off its really a shame for my life to be cut short like this... I mean in order to finish 30 in 30 now I'm going to have to write all my entries before the 18th and post-date the remaining 12.

   What else to do with my remaining eight days of life?

1. Well... fuck finals!!!
2. Convert to as many religions as I can simulteniously belong to. Protestantism should be easy, all I have to do is proclaim that I agree that this guy Jesus died so that his father would go easy on us; as far as I can tell there's nothing invalidating one's protestant status really in following the requirements of conversion to Catholicism, which I think involves taking a bath or something. Then there's Islam: (a) Proclaim there is no God but Allah (easy, he's the same God the other monotheists believe in, and they don't care what I call him), (b) and Mohammed is his prophet (sure why not. Also not actually mutually exclusive with the Christian requirements), and then pray several times a day (hey I can do it on the last day and get out of too much of this). shid informs me it takes a year to become a Morman & nine months to become Jewish so I guess those are out. Scientology just requires money, but.. ugh no.
3. I leave my livejournal to Bailey. He'll probably put it to better use than me anyway.
4. Who knows where my soul will go, but I give Mitchell Schwartz's soul (which I bought in math class in HS for a sheet of graph paper) to shid, and Lacy LeMaster's soul (cute goth girl, soul bought in English class for two sheet's of normal paper) to Rob Pedersen (stunman).

   Entry of the Day: You know what? Like I said, I ain't gonna bullshit you. I mean there were some decent entries today, but nothing spectacular. Instead, I give you an entry I should have linked to yesterday, a post from three years ago, Kristy getting attacked by wasps!!

Previously on Emosnail
   Three Years Ago Today: On Getting Jumped - Leads on who those dastards were. Not that Officer Chang gives a rats ass.
   Year Ago Today: Pictures of Shiznaz - For 30 in 30 II Entry 10 I decide just to take a bunch of pictures of random shiznaz in my room.

PS: I saw someone wearing a "Go Pre!" shirt in the checkout line at the grocery store the other day. I found this suprising since its been some 31 years since Prefontaine died.

   Livejournalists prepare yourselves, for I have been unleashed upon the world with a digital camera!! Yes, thats right, its been three years since I last scanned a photograph of mine but the photographic winter is finally over!

   Today I took 63 photographs, completed three photo-essays, worked on part of another, and took several brilliant pictures which will change your life.
   The camera is not mine however, but the family digital camera, but hopefully by the end of this summer I'll have one of my own and never again shall the photographic winter set in.

   You see, my paternal grandfather has been a career photographer for Kodak, my dad collects cameras, my maternal grandfather builds lenses for NASA, my older brother even sometimes thinks he might be a decent photographer, photography runs in my veins.


Picture of the Day - A Preview of Coming Attractions

Viejo Liquor
Mission Viejo, CA
© Kris Fricke 2004

Shid
   Also to tide you over until I get the pictures posted, we've got some polls for you, but to save time we've brilliantly combined them in a way which we've determined will in no way bias the results, and so we give you a single highly objective poll of ultimate truthfulness:

[Poll #313742]
   If you selected the first option, arrangements can be made at shid and should be made as soon as possible.


Related
   Year Ago Today: The Life of Kris - some general notes

   I am way behind in my mission to post 30 posts by the end of this month, but I'm confident I'll have much more time to flood your friends lists now than I did while in Davis. I think I'll try to put a lot of them behind lj-cuts to minimize the wrath of shid et al.


Final Days in Davis
   Thursday night while hanging out at a low-key party at Sashie's place (though Sashie never showed up ::Shakes fist::) Kristy found a recipe for Shrimp Scampy on the refridgerator, and we immediately resolved to make it the next day.
   So Friday night we made us a fancy dinner (hey, I chopped some basil) and settled down to watched Pulp Fiction which neither of us had previously seen in its entirety, only... I don't know how to work my TV.
   When I say I don't watch TV you see, I am not kidding. I really haven't the slightest idea how to work the thing. After more than an hour of trying to make it work, I finally had to go downstairs and ask fr3ethinker if he could make it work. He came to our rescue but it seems the thing really was malfunctioning to some degree. We were forced to eat our cheesecake without the movie.

   Just when we had completely given up and resigned ourselves to an evening of tic-tac-toe¹, who should come to our rescue but fr3ethinker again, this time with his magic DVD playing laptop for our movie viewing pleasure.

   In conclusion, (A) I am a ludite who lives in a cave, and (B) everyone should live upstairs from another livejournal user.


   Amtrak report will be out shortly.


Poll of the Day
[Poll #310551]


Livejournal Declared Goal # 17:² I decided its not enough to get comments, I want my commentees to respond to EACHOTHERS comments. Currently plotting on ways to do this. Any suggustions? You know what would really help? If you just DID it. Thats your homework, respond to someone else's comment in one of my entries. (=


Related
   Year Ago Today: On My Roommates (and STILL stuck in Davis much to my dismay)


¹not really
²a randomly chosen number

   Well its 21:23 on Friday night and I don't think the night's getting any better so I'm gonna go ahead and lj post now.


   I learned today that my older brother Tobin (nibot) (A) managed to obliterate the bumper of my dear automobile, The Zephyer, after only days of possessing it, and (B) definitely reads my livejournal. But yes, how did he obliterate the bumper you ask? He NAILED A FRIGGEN ANTELOPE. No really, WHO runs over an antelope, REALLY?? At first I thought he was joking, but then I got confirmation by the parental types. Did _I_ ever run down antelopes? I think not!!
   But yea, over the phone he casually made some references to jello shots so... hopefully that won't effect the accurate and thorough reporting for which my livejournal prides itself overly much.
   Also, in his livejournal entry about driving home (which does not include the Antelope Incident and is pretty good reading up until it gets sappy after the three asterikses, check it out if you're bored), Tobin introduced a new name for The Zephyr (AKA, The Kegmobile (based on resemblance only I swear hehe heh ehh), Krismobile 2.0, The Lion), and that being Buran. This is in keeping with the existing naming precedent set by the naming of Tobin's former car, Mir (just as old and falling apart). I found some absolutely adorable pictures of the Buran space shuttle, I hope they load:

OMG so cute! ----- "Hey, No humping the "rocket"!!