Well, It's finally time for

Well, It's finally time for one of those blog posts.

Highlights From My Week

Well, last weekend was a lot of fun. Friday night I go over to Caitlin's house to help her set up her brand new laptop. I'm incredibly jealous. Then we go to a party, and that gets crazy so I'm home around 1:00. Go into work around 8:30 Saturday morning, leave at 1:00 and then go out to shoot pictures with Joanna around 3:00. First stop, Thurman-Hutchins park, where we found these amazingly interesting little girls to shoot pictures of. I don't consider it pedophilia in anyway, one, Joanna was with me, two, I'm not a pedderass. Yeah, then we go downtown, shoot some pictures of a train and some rust. This was our first color roll, and the highlights (or, more, the pictures that I wanted to see blown up) I scanned. The two rolls are found by clicking the picture script at the left of thespork.com and browing to the photo2 directory. If you want a highlight of the rest of my saturday night, simply visit Jo's site.

Sunday, I decided not to go to work just cause I wanted sleep, and then Caitlin and I went to a concert at twice told to see Garret Fitzgerald (sp?) and Cody (sp?) play. They had good musical elements, but the vocals I dont' think were even turned on, so I can't comment. It was fun though. That night, around 10:00, Paul Stoddard calls me up and ten mintues later I'm at the starbucks on shelbyville and hurstborne and we chill till 10:45. I don't feel like going home, so I drive to Indiana and shoot pictures of the Widow's Walk and the UFO I saw land on the skyline bridge. I get some other cool shots, found in the roll 2 dir, go check it out. Monday, I don't really remember what I did monday. Homework I think.

Tuesday morning, Little Brown Girl (also known as Diya) and I are sitting in Irish Carbomb's (also known as Marc)'s car and he's like "it's 7:25, I'm going in." So we move to my car, listen to badly drawn boy, and soon it's 7:37 (like it always is when we go in) yet this time diya has to go to her car to get books and I shoot pictures of the sunrise. We venture into the building and halfway up the three flights of steps to the third floor, the bell rings. So we tell mr. davis "oh, we had to talk to mr. stevenson about mock trial stuff" but he still makes us go and get a note. Bull. If we had known we'd be late, we'd have gone to breakfast instead of class.

Thursday was cool, cause we started showing off our slidefilm, but I'm going last, so I won't present till monday. Finally, I'll end with yesterday, we went to Dairy Queen after school Friday. Party Animal/Jayhill (Jon Hilliard), Little Claypot (this one is also Diya's name), Irish Carbomb (Marc) and P. Bass (Paul) ... oh my brother. Jimmy (my brother) wins a 16 oz blizzard cheating at the drop the coin in a bucket for the homeless kids game. Then, sitting at the table, just like the last time I was at DQ with J-Hill, he gets obsessed with spinning a nickle and trying to slam a salt or pepper shaker down on it, forcing the nickle up and through the plastic, into the shaker. We didn't believe him, but he swore it could happen. I gave it a try with no luck, so we asked Jimmy to do it. Jim gives it a try, and hits the table really hard, and we dont' see the nickle. "Did it work?" Jimmy lifts up the shaker and pepper starts pouring out. He quickly places the shaker back down, and we throw a cheeseburger wrapper over it, and we all leave a little bit later. That's some funny shit.

So yeah, I'm at work right now, bored, posting about my weekend. I programmed on the NHS website all last night, it felt good. When I get a really awesome kickass prototype I'll post a link.

Spork.