June 27th, 2006


Damn it!

I died in the Dungeon of Da Zhuang

I was killed in a sloping throne room by Mister Sunshine the cockatrice, whilst carrying...

the Dagger of Skooterbuns, a Figurine of Aimeric, the Armour of Helenschappell, the Axe of Swami Bob, the Wand of Tyee, the Axe of Kathmandu, the Sword of Ophanim, the Wand of Italian Food, the Dagger of Mr Sarcasm, the Dagger of Singing, the Sceptre of Queer As Folk, the Armour of Trick, the Shield of Esmerel, the Crown of Piter Kenobi, the Sceptre of Corteo and 55 gold pieces.

Score: 115

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#85: A moment in my life...

haloedone got me looking through my 2003 Nepal pictures today and I stumbled across this one:

photo by givemethewhip

May 11th, Pokhara, Nepal-- sometime after lunch.

The woman in that picture is handing me a bracelet made of string, carved yak bone and silver.  Since that day, it's rarely been off my arm.  I think I was even wearing it during the Learning Channel gig I did.  You'll see it in most of the Moron Life sketches and in the rare random photo of me.

The dark stain on the larger squares has worn off against my arm, making the whole thing white, punctuated with the occasional tarnished silver.  Now that I have my California tan going, it stands out against my skin sort of like the white shell necklaces do on the surfers in Hawaii.

It has this neat knot/clasp/drawstring contraption that is constantly coming loose, but not loose enough to make the thing fall off my arm.  So you may notice me fiddling with the strings on the underside of my wrist occasionally.

The scar on my left arm terminates right where the bracelet crosses my wrist.

I like the bracelet.  It's always there, and this is the moment that relationship started.


48 Hour Film Project

So I went up to the city tonight to watch the first half of the films that were produced for the 48 Hour Film Project here in San Francisco.

Ho. Ly. Crap. There was some seriously impressive work done in only 48 hours. Like, SERIOUSLY impressive.

Got to meet a whole bunch of cool people, too, which is always a bonus.

Shaun and I will be setting up a team to do the 48HFP next year.