Monday, April 02, 2007

Dear double D, please dont let me down.

There's a new addition to my familly. The new addition ships April 9th and comes with Windows Vista. This will be my first non-mac computer... so Dan et. al., I hope you did a good job on this whole "windows" thing.

Oh and last but not least (this post would not be complete with out) - "Dude, I'm getting a Dell!"

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

iBook Down!

It finally happened. My good ol' iBook of seven years has had it. I've tried everything (apart from completly wiping out the hard drive).

In this time of moarning I try to remember the good times we had together... the hours we spent together wasting time on the internet, the ebay auctions we won, the music we listened to, the love letters we wrote, the hate mail we wrote, the web sites we built, the porn... ect.

I'll need a new computer soon. Last night I almost came to school at 11pm to cruise the vortex. It's an addiction.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Dude, where am I, + Where's Waldo?

Like the title says, where am I am, and can you find me in the group? This one's a little tougher. Hint: I'm standing next to Nate, and I'm not in New Mexico.



More pics from all of this week end comming asap.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Pissing Into the Wind

Sunday, while rock crawling on A mountain, against my own better judgment, I attempted to pee with (not into) the wind. I positioned my self so that my back was directly facing the wind force, lowered my pants and let ‘er rip. Everything was working just fine until the wind changed directions.

I whipped around quickly, trying to repossition my back into the wind again; I was doing all right until the wind went all swirly on me. What a fucking time to brake the seal I thought to my self, as piss sprinkled all over the front of my shorts – I should have waited – I could have fucking waited – why didn’t I fucking wait. At this point I realized I was facing the group of friends I was with, I felt like I should turn the other way, yet I knew there was no other way.

“Where is all this urine coming from?” I thought to my self as I now consciously faced the Jeep. Fuck, this wind sucks.

That is the last time I’ll ever think it possible to pee into the wind. I am not smarter than the wind.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Dude, Where Am I? (volume 2)

This weekend "Raven is everywhere" - James K.
Anyone recognize where this is?


link to volume 1

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

“Old enough to know you don’t deserve my business after asking that question!”

I’m in the market for a new car/truck. I have a few ideas what I would want, but no idea what I’ll end up with. I’ve narrowed the dilemma down to two reasons: 1) my good taste and 2) my bank account. No doubt I’m not the first person in the world to have this problem - the inventor(s) of the car loan have capitalized on people like me since the car existed. On the other hand there are people in this world who don’t have this problem, for example: the Chevrolet Cavalier, the Hyundai Elantra, and that new 4-door Jeep (yes, people actually buy these things).

My situation is a little different in that rather than having a need for a new vehicle, specifying spatial, powertrain, and cost requirements based on my needs and budget I’ve limited my self to a certain brand and have sorted through the various makes for the lesser of the evils best GM has to offer.

[Insert segway here.]

So there I was at the Bravo Chevrolet dealership; after taking a good walk around the lot and not running into any sales people, I walked into the showroom. I spotted four of them standing around in a circle, chuckling to each other about what ever car sales men think is funny, upon approaching them one of the females politely asked me, “How can we help you?” and the following conversation followed:
Raven: “Yes, I’m interested in the new Silverado’s. I’d like to get some more information on the available options and possibly take a test drive if one of you has any free time.”

Friendly Sales Lady: “John will help you.”

John: “Silverado? I’ll go get a brochure, I’ll be right back.”

Raven: “Cool.”
I waited a good fifteen minutes for this John guy to return with said brochure. Upon his return the conversating continued.
John: “Here, you go. Is that it?”

Raven: “Well, I was hoping to also take a test drive if you…”

John (interrupting): “How old are you?”

Raven (thinking, that’s an easy question to answer): “twenty-five.”

John: “and you have a license?”

Raven: “uhhh, yeah.”

John: “I have a customer on the phone. I cant right now.”

Raven: “Well is there any one else that might be available?”

John: “All the Silverado’s are over there. Stand out there and someone will be with you shortly.”
I’m pretty gullible, and at this point I was still looking forward to getting a test drive. Ignoring that John had blatantly blew me off, I trotted back outside and had another look at the line up of pick-ups they had on hand. I must have stood out there for another fifteen minutes before realizing no one was going to be with me shortly. Like an idiot I headed back towards the showroom, thinking how much I liked the Blue Granite Metallic color of the only single cab 4x4 on the lot. John stood there smiling like the good sales man he was upon my return.
John: “May I help you?”

Raven (puzzeled):”I was, ummm, waiting for some to help me with a Silverado.”

John: “Oh yeah, the new Silverado’s sure are popular.”

Raven (wtf?): “So do you have time for a test drive then?”

John: “How old are you?”
This was about all I could take, I don’t regret what some how, right then, came out of my mouth.
Raven: “Old enough to know you don’t deserve my business after asking that question again!”
I stormed out, forever tainting the Silverado as a possible choice.

[I suck at segways today.]

I did get to drive a GMC Sierra at Sissbaro. I liked it a lot. The sales man I talked to was very helpful and even mentioned how willing they were to work with what ever employee discount I end up qualifying for. I liked the interior of the truck, the bucket seat bolsters felt tight and held me in unexpectedly well, the dash was well organized and I thought the ’07 gauge cluster to be a huge improvement over the previous model year. The truck rode nicely both on the high way and in the city and the 4.6 vortech V-8 (the smaller of V-8 options) had plenty of pick up. Honestly – if I can qualify for financing after the GM employee discount the GMC Sierra is my first choice.

[Last missing segway, I promise.]

After owning a pavement queen for the last 3 years part of me wants a vehicle to clown around off-road with. Certainly the aforementioned Sierra would be more than capable… but then for the same price I could have an H3.

Probably the only SUV on the road with a good-looking profile (Volkswagen Touareg aside) the Saturn Vue is certainly an option. Hell for less than $20k, a V6 AWD SUV sounds pretty fucking good.

Then there’s the option of not buying a new GM – but rather an old/used GM. If I went this route I’d go 1960’s Chevy C-10. I’d paint it a coal red and purposely keep a half rusted-half primered hood. If it didn’t come with a rusted hood, I’d let it soak in a bath of salt water until the desired effect was achieved. Going price for these things looks to be around $1200. It seems like a hell of a deal for an old pick up with lots of character that as every ad I’ve read so far clearly states: “Always starts.”

If I weren’t trying to fit in as a new GM employee and I wasn’t convinced that they search the employee names registered to the license plates of the non-GM vehicles parked out front of the office for their “first to go” lay-off list, I’d go non-GM. A new mkV GTI would be a dream come true and certainly could be affordable with financing. Equally affordable would be a mkIV R32, or a used A4. All of these cars would be a blast to drive in the snow or otherwise – hell I’ll say it, they’d be straight up ballin’. Less affordable (ok, not affordable at all) would be a V-10 TDI Touareg or a 911 Carrera 4.

Advice, comments, insults, discussion and/or suggestions welcome.

edit: As cool as this is (and i do think it's very cool) I couldnt justify a second quirky sports car as my only other mod of transpertation.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Polished Guage Bezel Rings

Package from Germany:

Inside the package from Germany:

Before:

Test fit:

Siliconed and drying on the table:

Installed:

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Mijn Papa

Voor mijn nummer 150 post die ik heb gehad een paar fotootjes. Alle twee zijn met mijn Papa toen hij twintig jaar was. En de tweede ook met Jerommeke!


Tuesday, February 06, 2007

on the subject of shoes...

The city of Las Cruces is out of stock of Sambas. Ultimatly I still needed a new pair of shoes and I ended up scoring a fucking sick pair of Nikes.

They're Nike "Dunk Low Premium +" with the anthracite/obsidian/baroque brown color scheme. I realize that probably means nothing to anyone. The selling point was they look freakin' sweet and they've got this fuzzy wool-like fabric on the tow and sides. This I latter found out is "100% natural new zealand merino fibres that reduces moisture and reisits odour build up." Nice.

Oh, and they're way comffy.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

my Sambas

Yesterday my Sambas of four years self distructed. The Samba, made by Adidas, is functonal mostly as an indoor soccer shoe, I wore mine everywhere.

Today I'm going to go wash my car, buy a new pair of Sambas (i'd like to try the Samba Milleniums if availability permits - else I'll stick with the Samba Clasics), and see about watching the super bowl somewhere.

Peace.

"I would like to extend to you an invitation to the pants party. " - Brick Tamland

Homer: Kids, how would you like to go... to Blockoland!
Bart & Lisa: Meh.
Homer: But the TV. gave the impression that--
Bart: We said "meh".
Lisa: M-E-H. Meh.

Meh, so the pants party didn’t work out so well. Despite the unsurpassed participation of the few attendees (everyone was wearing their pants) I feel like the party was a failure. Here’s how it went down:

2:05pm
, I received a call from Emily, actually it was more like a series of text messages but for the sake of simplicity lets say it was a phone call, the gist of it was: let’s do something tonight. Cool, lets have a pants party, we’ll invite everyone, 9pm my place, tell them to bring “the party in their pants", beer and games. Awesome.

7:24pm, after sending out lots of invites and even receiving a number of confirmed attendances I received a call from Emily – she wasn’t going to make it.

7:26pm, fuck. Umm, ok… well all these other people I called might show up anyway, it would be cool to have a party, no point in calling it off. Right?

9:30pm, no ones here yet. Hum.

9:35pm, thought I heard a females voice outside laughing. Got excited that people were showing up – nothing.

9:48pm, checked my watch again between video games. Where is every body?

10:35pm
, sent text message to Rob. “what’s happening?”

10:36pm, received reply via text message from Rob. Rob’s in El Paso he’s not going to make it.

10:38pm, Miles and Jaime show up. We joke about how I’m a failure at throwing parties, have a beer and play video games for a while.

12:05am
, having speculated that this party had defiantly not happened and no one else was coming the three of us wild and pants wearing guys drive to Taco Bell. We purchase a Grande Meal at the drive through and head back to my place to throw a munch.

12:45am
, Miles and Jaime leave. Pants party over.

1:00am
, started feeling like I’ve forgotten how to throw a party. I remember being really good at it. People used to come in droves – you couldn’t beat them a way with a stick.

1:23am, submit blog article. Gah – I’m such a looser.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Local SUV Out of Gas

Thursday night Kristin Rogers, a young twenty something female found her self stranded on the side of the road in her Ford Explorer SUV. The female had pulled over off the main street after her vehicle “mysteriously stopped working.” Further investigation would later lead Rogers to believe the problem was an empty gas tank and that this was not her fault but the fault of rising gas prices, the war in Iraq, and passenger Raven Rotsaert.

Rogers contested that had it not been for Rotsaert she never would have driven that night in the first place and thus not ran out of gas. “If [Rotsaert] had given better directions and we didn’t have to make that one u-turn we’d of made it to a gas station,” said Rogers. When asked to comment on these accusations Rotsaert was reported to say: “Whatever.”

After making a few phone calls, a friend with a gas can rescued the two travelers, delivering the precious gallon needed to make it the nearest fill station just a few city blocks away. The rescuer was reported to have been laughing hysterically at Rogers stating, “I told you to get gas, HA HA HA, your gas light’s been on for days!”

Thursday, January 25, 2007

xBox'n


Despite my better judgement, I've purchaced an xBox. Friend me then will yah... my "gamertag" is: SpoolinVR6

Friday, January 19, 2007

Post Hiatus

Who’s your daddy? So it’s been about a month (over a month!) since I’ve posted anything here. Well ok, so I posted the picture of the Vdub get together yesterday but I’m not sure that entirely counts as it really only took about 3 seconds (I’m that FAST!) of my time and didn’t involve much effort on my part.

During the hiatus I turned twenty-five (25!). I’m not entirely sure what this means other than I hear I get a break on my car insurance payment. If any one knows how this works, i.e how I reduce my monthly payment, we need to talk – maybe over a pint (brewskies!).

So I’m sitting in front of my key board right now just taking in the smell, it’s been a while – typing and all; it smells like a raccoon died in the wall or something, this inherently worries me ‘cause I mean, really, this is my place and I much more prefer the smell of new carpet and/or spray paint (where’s Leif when you need him). Given the benefit of hind sight I should have either consumed or thrown out all the perishable items in the fridge and taken out the trash before leaving ‘Cruces for the winter break.

Speaking of my keyboard, Jaime and Miles were over last night. Miles and I were playing some video games (GT4!) in the living room, Jaime had gotten up to use the rest room, upon his return he said – and I quote: “Wow, it’s so cool to see people still using those clam-shell-ibook’s.” In a moment of confusion I said: “Yeah, still run’in strong.” Now that I think about it I don’t under stand Jaime’s attraction to old Macintosh lap tops circa 1999 (1999!). I contest that someday I will in fact get a new computer, it’s just… this one’s still run’in strong.

January 16th is starting to become less awesome (25!). It used to be that I’d celebrate my birthday with the family, we’d have some elaborate dinner, we’d chill, make jokes about what ever, have some beer (brewskies!), and then play games till it was way past my mom’s bed time. Now the fam is out and about, on business travel, doing their thing and we have to celebrate, have some elaborate dinner, chill, make jokes about what ever, have some beer (brewskies!), and play games till its past my mom’s bed time on another, not January 16th, day that we can all fit in our schedules. It’s ruining the importance of January 16th (25!).

... and what better way to conclude than with a qoute:
Phil: Most people are bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling.

edit: aparently phil was quoting tv, ulltimatly i still dont get it.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007