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Sandi R. #1

Nick W. (holy shit cow.)

Long-Hai P. #1

Long-Hai P. #2

Dr Demented original sketch

Dr. Demented original artwork

Adam F. #1

Adam F. #2

Adam F. #3

original “poetry” by Kristen. hwee.

for those of you wondering what anderson happens to be doing with his time. go check out his new band’s webpage at :

chuckanut drive

for those of you not wondering what the sperm whale happens to be doing with his time. well for you i reserve my pity. and my scorn. because i’m mean like that.

ok so this weekend i got tattooed, poison oaked, and had a fantabuloous time (minus the nuala losing her purse section) at kristen’s bday bash. i like to boogey. i like to get down. go-go girls in men’s white briefs, legwarmers, and wife-beaters can not be beaten. 26 mix you are the bomb-diggity of my world. HOWever, and i cannot stress this point enough, playing pool with strangers is not my cup of tea. first off: do i like strangers? no! i loathe strangers! am i socially outgoing? no! i am a reclusive clam! and then to top it off i lost to him! i do not like losing, sam i am. admittedly at no point did i actually have to pay to play pool. and i did at least beat a certain fancy pants. though possibly that is more due to the fact the i “sank” one of my balls by hand and circumvented losing the 8 ball in the middle of the game by a judicious use of the palm in the pocket technique. shit, i am totally a cheater. why do you people even acknowledge me? more the fool you.

thinking back (ah memory lane) i cannot even recollect when i first started cheating. perhaps it was in high school when i would stack the deuces deck for whichever boy i happened to be feeling beneficial towards at the time. generally this seemed to be adam. damn him and his ability to toy with my affections. but occasionally it would be jimmy if he was making me laugh. or jason if i was copying his physics homework on the sly. or long-hai if he was promising to give me free airheads or cool artwork. (i am going to find aforementioned art and post it. because eventually that boy is going to be famous and i want to feel securely attached to the illustrious coat tails.) but maybe it was when i was like 5 and my grandmother (father’s) taught me to play rummy, or when i was 6 and my dad taught me to play cribbage, or when i was 7 and the family (mom’s) taught me to play pinochole. hmmm….but morally upright child that i am, i cannot for the life of me remember EVER cheating when playing against my family, (brother does not count). i save it all for you, dear friends. dear, dear easily flummoxed friends.

although most of you saw this when you made me stand up on a bench in the middle of a crowded restaurant, here is my tattooed leg. yes, i got a tattoo. yes, it hurt like hell. yes, i fucking love it. yes, i will probably get another one. who’s got the tattoo fever? i do. once you break the skin the first time, the fear of what it’s going to be like is pretty much over. and if you’ve already got some defacement of the body action going on, what’s really standing in the way of “ruining” it a bit more? when really the ruining could also be considered as ‘enhancement.’ grins. no but really, i honestly don’t think it’s a bit deal. but then i am fairly adaptable to things. sure people can talk all they want about how in 5 years or 10 years or when i’m old i’m going to hate it and question my sanity and wish i’d never done it. but who the fuck cares. i wanted to do it RIGHT NOW. and that’s all that really matters. i’m not going to look back to this time in my life and be regretful about the things i’ve done, especially not when it was something as important to me as this is.

i got jason fong to translate it for me. it’s pronounced Shie Ji Li and stands for, ‘appreciation,’ ‘chivalous/rightous,’ and ‘strength/energy.’ i don’t think any of you really saw my father near the end of his life, but i did. and i can say that he tried really hard to be strong for us and showed my mom and brother, who were primarily taking care of him, how grateful he was and how much he loved them. he didn’t like feeling helpless and he didn’t want a lot of fuss, but he made it all the way thru our last christmas day together before passing away quietly in the night.

Shie Ji Li is the chinese name that he was given in Hong Kong, which was one of the foriegn lands he went to work in after first being diagnosed with prostrate cancer. Even though perhaps his going away was a cowardly tactic at dealing with the problem, it was his way of coping and he certainly never forgot us. And while he was working overseas he definately left a legacy of works to be proud of: the new international airport in Manilla, the railway connecting mainland China to Hong Kong in preperation for the Turnover, and the re-designed highways around London. So, my tattoo and Adam’s tattoo are in memory of our father. Shie Ji Li.

(the proo’ house)

Happy Birthday O.G. Pig!

hee hee i scanned my brother’s arm. so this is what the tattoo looks like.

this was basically me inside of the exploratorium on saturday. going “wheeeeeeeeee……eeeeeeeee……….EEEEEEEE……(and just when you think i am done)….EEEEEEE!!!!!”

seriously though i got into that place and i turned into a five year old on meth. it was that bad. i ran from exhibit to various mechanical doodad with levers. and i pulled those levers! without reading the instructions or the science-y knowledge which might have helped me later in life to know about magnetism, or electricity, or why a straight bar can fit through a curved hole (sex, anyone? although admittedly on a slightly different….no a totally different object usage. forget i said anything.) I just yanked things and then ran on. it was exhausting. and then came the whole bubble making area with the metal circles with handles and the soapy, enticing water. and the stupid children who wouldn’t go away and let ME play with the bubbles. mine, all mine! bubbles!

Wheeeeee………eeeeeee……….eeeeee……..EEEEEEE!!!!!!

Kristen biking like there’s no tomorrow. With a face.

Kristen and I face off. Like there’s no tomorrow. And she makes the same face.

You gotta kind of wonder if she’s making that face all the time and you’ve just stopped noticing. Or maybe she has to wonder that. I don’t have to wonder that. Cause i kNOw what face she is making all the time…. and it is not that face. Though i love that face! Intense face! Gonna make it over this wall face! Gonna bike it over this rail face. Gonna exchange faces with michele face! Eeek! Does that mean I have the face now? No but oh no, you can have it back!

Erica and I in the distorted room.

Me towering over Kristen. For probably the once and only time in my life. Thank you distorted room, thank you.

Chop stick WAR! hi-ya! kung fu!

Erica and Marc at sushi dinner.

Ellie opening all her oopsy daisy gear.

And finally I present you with jc, JESUS.

it’s amazing how much i can ignore the fact of what a dork i am. but i lose it over him. totally. serious solid. i do at least blame this one on nuala. ho.