Here is the shot from Sheed that Debbie and I are talking about:

For a guy that has nothing going on, I sure do run short on time for little things like posting on my site.

So, what’s been going on lately? Let’s see. I saw the movie The 300. Simply put, it was fucking GREAT. I wanted to run out of the theater, stab everyone in the room with a spear, then buy another ticket and go see it again. Just an awesome movie.

Kel and I painted the office at the house. That was a slight fiasco. Actually, that weekend I managed to ruin the carpet in two seperate rooms of our house, which is nice. On Saturday, I decided to go wash my truck because it was really nice out. Well, somewhere at the car wash, I got some tar on my shoes and pant leg.

That’s actually ironic when you think about it…I got tar on my shoes, from the car wash.

Anyway, I didn’t notice it, and when I got home I walked through the blue room and got like 5 spots on the floor. Turns out, tar is not easy to get out of carpet.

Then on Sunday, we decided we were going to paint the office. I had a hetrosexual man-date with Candela to see The 300 at 11:30am, so we decided that I would call Kel when the movie was over, and she would meet me at Home Depot. I did, and she did, and we picked out the paint, and bought some door handles and other shit we needed. We got home and started moving the furniture to the center of the room. That kind of sucked, because this is the office we’re talking about here, so there were a couple of computers, and a ton of wires involved. So we finally get all that moved and we cover it in plastic.

There were these mirrors stuck to the wall with double faced tape. I hate those damn mirrors. I decided to see how easy it was going to be to take them off the wall. I stuck a screwdriver behind then end mirror, just to see if there was any give to it. Of course, it shattered in my face. So, now we have no choice, the mirrors coming off. 2.5 hours later, the mirrors are off, and the double faced tape holding them up, is off. Man, that sucked. Paper towel and goo gone, for 2 hours to get that shit off.

Time to paint. We are painting it a dark red color, so we had to get a tinited primer. Kel had opened the primer to see what color it was, and it was a bright pink. I grabbed the gallon from the laundry room, and brought it in the office before we started in the mirrors, so it was sitting there a few hours. When we finished prepping the walls, I grabbed the gallon by the handle and shook it a little bit, while I looked around to make sure that we were ready to paint. In hindsight, I probably should have been looking at the can when I shook it. Then I would have noticed that the top had popped off, and paint was flying everywhere. All over the carpet, the closet doors, me, everywhere. Kel didn’t put the top on all the way, and I didn’t check it. It was another hour or so of cleaning that shit up, before I finally started painting.

The office is done now, and it looks great, except for the paint splatter marks on the carpet which looks somewhat like a crime scene. Kel did manage to get a lot of the paint out of the carpet though, and at least it will be liveable until we decide what the hell we’re going to do in there. What a mess that project was though, all those problems in a room the size of a large closet.

…funny thing about this post is I started it like two weeks ago, and just finished it this morning. It’s so old, I think the 300 is out on DVD already.

I’m not overly prone to sentimentality but this one caught my attention:

In 1986, Mkele Mbembe was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from
Northwestern University and serving as a wildlife ranger whose job is to
prevent unwarranted killing of animals by poachers.

On a hike through the bush, he came across a less than one-year old
bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed
distressed and had been abandoned by the herd, so Mbembe approached it
very carefully. He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant’s foot
and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as
gently as he could, Mbembe worked the wood out with his hunting knife, after
which the elephant gingerly put down its foot. The elephant turned to
face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for
several tense moments .

Mbembe stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually
the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away.

Twenty years later (elephants have 70 year life spans), Mbembe was
walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the
elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near
where Mbembe and his son Tapu were standing. The large bull elephant
stared at Mbembe, lifted its front foot off the ground, and then put it down.
The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring
at the man.

Remembering the encounter in 1986, Mbembe couldn’t help wondering if
this was the same elephant. Mbembe summoned up his courage, climbed over the
railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the
elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again,
wrapped its trunk around one of Mbembe’s legs and slammed him against the
railing, killing him instantly.

Probably wasn’t the same elephant…