So it's friday night around 11 and I am at home doing nothing. I am doing a blog post about how I have nothing better to do than do a blog post about me doing nothing. Sad, but true.

Anyway, after failing to find a movie in my collection that I actually wanted to watch (again), and being out of Netflix lifesavers at the moment, I sat around with my laptop trying to find good videos that pertain to work in some way, so I could pretend I was doing something semi-productive. I actually found a good one on Guy Kawasaki's blog that preoccupied me for about an hour and a half.

After that, I looked for magazines to read on my coffee table, but I have already read all these magazines cover to cover, so that didn't seem too fun. I did take a look at the most recent Portland Mercury that Erik sent to me and read some movie reviews and a rather bad article about the "future of Portland." In a moment of vain weakness I had to admire the picture I took of the three ladies on Rascals by the fairgrounds (you know, the one I did the map of) that was in there. "Someone" ran this picture in the Mercury without my permission or even giving me a photo credit. Truthfully, I think if looks sweet and don't care one bit. I can't even find that picture, so it's good to know that someone still has it.

A little bit later I decided to get creative so I played guitar for a few minutes. I soon realized that I suck as much as I did the last time I played, so I got tired of making crappy noises pretty quickly and soon quit.

Then, when all hope ran out of me having any fun tonight, I decided to do a blog post and go to bed. Sweet...

You can find random photos of my rad night on my Flickr page.

Officer Frank Meo - August 22, 2006

Excerpt:

1745- Lobby

A student Alex Romero told me there was an older gentleman who was offering students a ride to campus from Birch Street. This student accepted a ride because he saw another student in the vehicle. After he got in he noticed the driver had and was drinking. The driver then offered them a beer and they said no. After the students got out of the car and were leaving they saw driver talking and walking to the building with another student. Alex told me the driver was in the building at this time and gave me a description. I went through the building but did not find the individual.

So it's late. Something has been irking me all day. Actually it irks me everyday. Here goes...

What's the deal with old people walking? Every morning there is this exodus of geezers out walking (assumably after their 7:30 "lunch") in my neighborhood and every morning I have to drive past them. This is, without fail, the worst part of my day. I steer my vehicle to the other side of the street from where they are "walking" (does their speed really qualify as walking, by the way?), slow down to an absolute creep, and throw a friendly wave, all in order to not piss these oldies off. This never works. Day after day, you would think I was Dale Earnhardt Jr. buzzing their tower the way they react to my driving by them. They scramble over to the side of street, huddle together and stare me down. You would think I stole their last Werther's Original Buttery Sweet or something (and I would, by the way, but they don't know that). This happens every morning. What's the deal? It's like I have a history of running people's feet over, this reaction they give me. It's worst when I come up from behind them. I don't think they hear me coming and that is somehow my fault. As far as I can tell, I think they don't want me to pass them, at all. The stink eye me as I creep by. I wave, they mumble and drool. I guess they want me to get out of my car and push it silently by them, commenting on the weather while handing them fig newtons or something. If you don't like cars, get out of the road you idiots.

Every once in a while I'll browse the security faxes that get sent to the TECenter because they occasionally have funny little things in them. Remember, the security guard recaps the day he had everyday and faxes it to the directors of the buildings on BSU's west campus (where the TECenter is). He isn't required to do this. He volunteers it. Keep that in mind. Here is an excerpt from yesterday's recap.

1705 - Parking Area

Keri from the bookstore came to me and said she locked her keys in her truck. I retrieved a slim jim and tried to get in without success. She said the side window was broke and maybe I could reach the lock that way. She locked her keys in the vehicle before and this is how she got in before. I told her I could not get my arm in the window. She then said she wanted to try. The window was secured with a string and I told her the best thing to do was cut the string. She said no she didn’t want to get in trouble for cutting the string. She put her arm threw (sic) the window trying to reach the door lock with the slim jim. As she put pressure on the window the window shattered. We both received minor cuts. I then reached in and retrieved the keys. She then told me she was going to blame it on me. I told her, "I said we needed to cut the string that was holding the window and that she did not listen to me." I told her she needed to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up because she had glass all over her, down her shirt and on her clothes.

And that is where it ends. I love the "just the facts" nature of these recaps. Fantastic.

As most of you know, I am a huge Loveline fan. It is to the point now that I listen to old episodes (back to back and without commercials!) via Winamp. Anyway, as a for instance as to why it rules, here is an Adam quote I heard this evening:

Adam - "When I'm in power, here's how I'm gonna put the country back on its feet. I'm going to put sterilizing agents in the following products: Sunny Delight, Mountain Dew, and Thick-Crust Pizza. Only the 'tardiest of the 'tards like the thick crust."

I like thick crust. I guess I'm a tard.

People have been complaining that I don't blog enough. It's so easy to demand more entertainment when you are a passive consumer of blogs (blurkers!), isn't it? Huh?!?

Just kidding! Seriously...come back. I am sorry. I love you.

Anyway, I have precious little creative juice (and I think it's actually just pineapple juice, by the way) in me, and most of it has been focused on work (Check a Biz - holla!) and a little bit of web design that I do on the side to pay for the extravagant lifestyle I lead. For proof, check out 1, 2, 3, and this one I am working on for a friend. I just do the look and feel (pictures, graphics and button layout). Clients are on their own for the content.

Since I now have a new phone that will help me record more blog-worthy events more efficiently, you just might be in for more frequent posts. My main goal in life, after all, is to find ways to better amuse you. I guess it's just the eager to please blog monkey in me. Come to think of it, maybe he has been drinking all of the pineapple juice... That seems logical.

I have rededicated myself to my Flickr account and will be posting pictures I take on there at least once a week.

Click here. I particularly like the escape rock in the back yard.