Make Yourself in Lego

Create Yourself In Lego!

I've seen this before with Southpark characters, and here it is in Lego.

Click on different body part areas, and change them accordingly. You'll get the picture when you get there. You can see what I look like (more or less... ok, less) with my lego version.

Napoleon Dynamite's Effect on Idaho

Airbag - Talons.: "I've always liked Idaho and now I like it even more."

The suits in Boise — for you American school children that's state capital of Idaho — took the time to commend Jared and Jerusha Hess and the city of Preston for their movie Napoleon Dynamite. I dare say you will have a hard time finding another resolution anywhere that includes words like "chickens with talons", "Tina the Llama", and "Kip's relationship with LaFawnduh."

As a product of Idaho, and Boise in particular, I'm not so sure what I think of this. On the one hand, I thought Napoleon Dynamite was a horrible movie. Obviously I am in the minority with that opinion, but basically I was bored stiff until the dance routine at the end. Now that was comedy.

On the other hand, it's always nice to have podunk Idaho get theirs. Because it doesn't happen all that often. And if you have never been to Preston, all you are missing you can see in the movie. It isn't like it is a magical and mystical place. It's boring. And this is coming from a guy who grew up in Boise, not the most exciting of spots.

Special thanks to airbag for bringing this to my attention.

Why do we have Wishlists?

I just started a Wishlist on Amazon.com, mainly so that I could keep track of all the new CD's that I want to buy. But as I was adding different CD's to my list, I started thinking about how many different sites have Wishlists, and what exactly are they for?

For example, I have a Wishlist on my account over at Milk and Cookies, which has less than absolutely nothing to do with why I joined the site. I don't even remember what I have on my Wishlist, but I do know that it has absolutely nothing to do with watching the latest viral video, or playing different online games, which is why I go to the site to begin with.

Are there people in this world that go around searching through other's Wishlists, and then these people will (gasp*) buy total strangers what they want? If so, how do I get in touch with these people, and show them my wishlist?

I don't think that it is possible to get in touch with them for the simple reason that they don't exist!

Or am I wrong? Have you ever had a complete stranger fill an order from your Wishlist and give it to you? Let me know, so that my continued faith in the human race is not completely misplaced.

Voices behind Tigger, Piglet die

CBC Arts: Voices behind Tigger, Piglet die:

Now that is a damn shame for the cartoon industry. Not only Tigger, and Piglet, but also Gargamel, Sexton Mouse, Deacon Owl, and Porcupine are now gone forever. What is going to happen when The Smurf's movie comes out? Because you know that they are thinking about it. Hollywood hasn't had an original idea since the original idea was to remake old movies and tv shows.

I wonder if these two were friends? I mean, it is interesting enough that they shared the commonality of Winnie the Pooh, but I have to wonder if it goes any deeper than that? I guess we'll never know...

Seattle Bus Monster

Seattle Bus Monster: "In the Bus Stops section, type in an address, intersection, or landmark to find bus stops near that location. In the Routes section, type in route numbers to view routes, stops along those routes, and current bus locations. Traffic Conditions gives you access to hundreds of traffic cams in the area."

Wow, the most amazing use of Google maps that I have seen to date. And Google maps are pretty sweet to start out with.

Basically, this guy has fused Google maps with the King County Bus Schedule to create bus route maps. You can search an address of where a bus will st0p, you can search through route numbers, and it also links to a bunch of traffic cams so you can see what the traffic is like for your commute, right on the Google map.

I wonder if there is a possibility of adding in the satellite images into this interface? It is probably way the hell too much work for what it's worth, but that would be pretty sweet too.

Outdoor Movies

Seattle Outdoor Cinema | Home: "The Fremont Outdoor Cinema is back for our 14th Season with more than just movies"

I think this is an awesome idea. What is the best way to create a community? Have community events where everyone can walk down, sit around and laugh, talk to their neighbor, and just have a good old time. I've personally never been a fan of the "suggested donation", but for this I might even dole out and watch a movie. Maybe I'll see you there.

Fremont Solstice Fair

Fremont Solstice Fair - a photoset on Flickr

Here is another set of Fremont Solstice pictures for all you voyeurs out there. I'm sure that mine just weren't interesting enough for you, so here are some more (including the nekid bikers).

Make sure and check out the cars, some of them are pretty amazing.

Statler & Waldorf Sell Out

Watch Muppet cranks Statler & Waldorf as they review current movies on Movies.com.: "Will War of the Worlds' aliens scare off our cranky coots? Will Bewitched be the end of Will? Plus, Pepe the Prawn begs Miss Congeniality to cuff him."

You know, I was really looking forward to this. Statler and Waldorf were the best thing ever to come out of the Muppets, and you could say that they were the original critics. What did they criticize? Everything, which is what made them great.

But after watching the clip, I was bored to tears. How could you take something so good and make it so bad? Honestly, the best part of the clip was when Pepe the Prawn referred to the movie as "Miss Congenitalia 2". Now that's funny.

"How to make a solar power generator"

"How to make a solar power generator": "Using parts easily available from your local stores, you can make a small solar power generator for $250 to $300. Great for power failures and life outside the power grid. Power your computer, modem, vcr, tv, cameras, lights, or DC appliances anywhere you go. Use in cabins, boats, tents, archaeological digs, or while travelling throughout the third world. Have one in the office store room in case of power failures in your highrise. I keep mine in my bedroom where it powers my cd player, turntable, lights, modem, laptop, and (ahem) a back massager. I run a line out the window to an 8' x 24' panel on the roof. "

I thought that this was pretty awesome, and as soon as I run across an extra $300, I'm on it. I'll let you know how it works out, and then we can start having parties anywhere. We won't be limited to party only where there is electricity, or only when we have batteries. It'll be great!

I've Added wBloggar!

What does this mean? Well, it means that posts should start coming more frequently now, because it is now a whole heck of a lot easier to post. All I have to do is open up a desktop application, type in my post, and it is online. None of this searching through my bookmarks for the blogger page, logging in, editing settings and posts, etc.

If you are curious, check out wBloggar yourself, and see what it is and if it can help you out. And check back here to see if I will actually start posting more and more often. Later.

Think About the Kids!

My girlfriend's neice positioned her Barbie this way last week, saying that she turned her Barbie into a Superhero, and all her mom could think of was "Should I be worried?"

I thought to myself "Well Hell yes! You've got a closet case SM/bondage fetishist on your hands!" And it is a good thing that I thought that to myself, because that is not even close to what came out of my girlfriend's mouth next.

She started going on and on about how 9/11 has affected the children, and how this is obviously a re-creation of some hostage situation that her neice had seen on TV, and blah blah blah.

Is it just me? I mean, I look at these pictures, and I see Bondage in action. And I'm not talking about the James variety, but the real deal. Where did I go wrong?

Flickr

I'm now testing for photo sharing. I have a couple of pictures up so far on the flickr site.

Please let me know if this is easier, harder, or indifferent when compared to the Ofoto pictures, thanks.

Update: I am more than likely changing back to the Ofoto pictures, since I have almost used my entire allotted Flickr space already, and have only loaded up three sets of pictures. If you haven't seen them yet, check them out.

My Lightning Quick Wit Strikes Again...

This past weekend I went to the Fremont Solstice Parade in Seattle, which for those of you who have never been or heard about, it is basically a big Hippy Fest. This Hippy Fest is complete with nekid bikers, body paint, costumes, bums with bubblemakers, the whole nine yards basically. If you still don't know what exactly I'm talking about, you'll see later when I post the pictures that I took.

Anyway, Hippy Fest happened about 15-20 blocks from where I live, and since there was no way in hell I was going to drive down there and try to find a parking spot, I rode my bike. I was down there for about 4-5 hours, most of the time watching the parade after locking my bike up to a fence post. On my way home, I got back on my bike and rode through the fair that was happening alongside the Hippy Fest. It was pretty busy (if you've ever been to Mardi Gras, it is comparable), and so I was only riding when the street opened up, or on the sidewalks behind the booths. Basically, I was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, given that I was on my bike and there were quite a few people around, and I did a pretty damn good job of it too.

Near the end of the fair, as I was riding behind the booths on the sidewalk and there was no one within 15 feet of me, this guy stops me. I'll call him Farmer Bob, and this is why: he probably weighed in at about 275 pounds but he was only 5'8" or 5'9" at the most. He had what used to be a white t-shirt on that had turned into a dingy brown, with some rainbow suspenders holding up a pair of pants that should have been retired when Reagan was president. In his right hand he held some sort of fried chicken or bundt cake type object, and in his left was a corn dog. Now he walked into the middle of the sidewalk and looked at me with a smile, and said: "Keys join your Mike with its fizzy."

WTF?

So I stopped and asked him what he said, because he was looking at me all kindly like he may have needed directions or something, and he said: "Please shine your dyke when it's dizzy."

I tried one more time, and he finally managed to get out: "Please ride your bike when it's busy" at which point I realized he was being a jackass, so I said that I would and rode on.

Now, of course, I'm pissed. I wasted such a great opportunity to just rip into Farmer Bob, and all I came up with was "Ok, I will." So to try and rectify the situation (not that I have any hopes that Farmer Bob is computer literate, or any other literate, by any means, but I still want to vent), this is what I should have said:
1) Alright jackass, let's try a certain thing called annunciation.
2) Since you brought up the subject of being in the way, could you move your fat ass out of mine, because your belly is blocking more of the sidewalk than I could ever hope to with my bike.
3) Being in public does not mean that you get to be a dipshit. Unfortunately, that is normal for you.

...and on and on. Now, I think that it would be best to have people write in with their best comments, and what they would have said in this situation. C'mon, don't be shy...

The Capulets and Montagues

What happens when you get a bunch of people from UW-Madison together with a bunch of people from Carleton College? Usually some sort of competition will emerge, shit will be talked, walks will be walked, someone will puke in their dress shoes, and the bride will get nailed with a kickball.

Or maybe that is just my impression of the wedding I went to the other weekend. Without naming names, I'll try to relate the story as best as possible:
Thursday: drinking and parking lot four-square (including toilet-bowls, tea parties, around-the-world, and a bunch of other rules that were just plain made up), people who don't drink a lot trying to match drinks with people who do, and ultimately one of the groomsmen vomiting on his own dress shoes (at least they were his own).
Friday: the groom-"I'm not drinking." Everyone else-"Boo." The groom-"Ok, but I'm only drinking Irish Car Bombs." A certain individual to the bartender after putting $100 bill on the bar-"Car Bomb's until that is done!" All I know from there was that there was a game of Ro-sham where the loser had his hand pee'd on. Nice.
Saturday: kickball, four-square (with the inclusion of Randy Johnson's, Karch Kirai's, one-legged hopping, and even more made up rules), the actual wedding (where the weather sucked until the bride walked down the aisle, and the sun came out to shine on her-pretty fricking cool), the reception, the dinner, the toasts, the dancing, the polka?!?, the after-party, and the closing of the bar.
Sunday: Perkin's (best hungover food ever!), then the beach.

As far as I can tell, here is who won: Madison-dancing at the reception, not puking. Carleton-kickball, the bouquet, the garter, the toasts. Others may have different opinions, but they aren't writing this, so too bad.

The pictures are here! I've put a few up on the Flickr account I set up, so take a look.

Painted Baby Judges You

College Nationals was in Corvallis, OR the other weekend, and I went to watch. I took a bunch of pictures, some good and some bad. I will say that the best one happened at the house that we were staying at. During one of the after-play gatherings (and by gathering I mean that everyone and their favorite uncle gathered for a party), I took this picture. When I saw it, all I could think was that the baby in the painting was judging whoever sat in the chair. And found them undeserving.

Regardless, there were good times to be had. One being the overplaying of a certain video that seemed to grab everyone's attention. Another being the University of Washington women's team making it to the finals, even though this was the first National's that they had even been too.

I promise I'll update this post when I get the pictures online.

My Dog the Cupholder

I have a weird dog. For everyone that knows him, they know that is an understatement, but it will have to do for now. Let's just say that he has issues with, in no particular order: abandonement, strangers, mailboxes, sprinklers, eye contact, people in our house, people near our house, and various others.

On the other hand, he provides me with no end of entertainment, again in no particular order, by: playing golf, chasing frisbees, playing tetherball, chasing a wiffle bat, running in circles, having balance issues in cars, and being a cupholder. I will just say that he was so interested in watching a frisbee being thrown that he held that cup on his head for about 5 minutes without moving.

Time is Catching Up With Me

After my previous post, stating that nothing happens and I have no interesting stories to relate, blah blah blah, I've been swamped recently with things going on. Suffice to say that I have also failed miserably in relating those events to the faithful followers of the Party Season Blog. My bad.

I do promise that I will be updating this shortly, with stories, pictures, kickball, four-square, weddings, ultimate tournaments, and more. Please be patient (and gentle).