What are you doing here, Uncle Rico?

Near my parents’ home was a huge river. I was walking home when I noticed my uncle (no uncle in particular, in fact I’d never seen or met this guy before). He was standing on the edge of the river throwing something in. He had his trusty dog nearby, and also there was a duck floating in the water. Every time my uncle threw the thing in the water, the duck would go immediately fetch it and bring it back to the dog. Then the dog would take it back to my uncle. I approached him, amazed, and asked if that was the first duck [ever] taught to fetch. He laughed and said it wasn’t exactly fetching, because the duck only took the object (it looked like a small bowling pin) back to the dog. I pulled out my camera to take a short video of the scene & maybe get the video on ebaumsworld.com or something, but like in so many other dreams my camera wouldn’t work right when I needed it to. So I just headed on home.

more moab

To answer your question, Mar, yes, I did get see brightroom. Here's all the pictures i could find of us runnin'. We should be Team Sexy, yeah baby! check out all the pics here.

back to my roots

A business partner & I had designed a security system for stores, designed to stop shoplifters. It worked by somehow unconsciously asking people if they were stealing or not, and then sensing the answer from people.

So I was on my bike next to a lake, when there’s another girl biking along crazily and basically terrorizing the other park users. I tried following, but she was going very fast and I couldn’t quite keep up. People in the park kept pointing this fact out to me, which was really annoying.

When I do catch up to her, she’s stopped at a convenience store. She’s loaded her arms up with all different colors of popsicles and is on her way out – shoplifting.

My business partner & I are very disturbed about this, and we immediately go about trying to figure how she beat our security system. After examining the sensor and so forth, the only conclusion I can come up with is that this has been hypnotized. Either that or some king of “copy” spell has been cast on her so that she copies the caster exactly just in a different location. For example, the caster goes to his fridge and takes out an item, so the victim happens to be in a convenience store & grabs whatever. Our security system wasn’t picking it up because she just thought she was taking stuff out of her own fridge.

"Spring" break

Overall, this was a break I really needed and was very much looking forward to. On the 10th through the 13th I headed up to Sandy to hang out with the folks. I greatly enjoyed my time there - the only thing I did between naps was relax.

One of the highlights included Mom taking me and Mini on a Costco trip and paying for all our stuff! (Thank you Mom!) Also, Jesse Hansen and I got together Monday night and played guitars for a few hours.

Wednesday and Thursday I came back to Cedar as a staging point for Moab. I was really worried about the weather, but it held up nicely until Saturday night. The weather for the run was perfect. I was proud that everyone finished. Go Team Sarcasm! (Pffft, like that's a cool name.) Anyway, here are some pics of the trip:

Friday night at the campsite:

The troops before the race (Jesse, Mar, Mel):

The top:

During:

After (Mar, Jesse, Mel, me):

Moab update

and just a quick update for those going to Moab this weekend - check it out. Hopefully things change over the next week or so.

snow, hosehead

So it snowed about 6 inches last night here in Cedar. I haven't taken a lot of snow pictures lately, so here are a couple from last year.


This first one is driving down Cedar Canyon.


And this one is in my parents' back yard in Sandy. (You may have to click on this pic to get a better view of it.)

It’s much more fun to flip people off to their face.

Now this story may leave people with their opinion of me somewhat lowered. So if you're easily offended, or want to keep your bright, shiny vision of me, you should stop reading at this point.

So here’s a little background on the story. In my apartment, I have always done my own dishes. I can’t stand the stupid little fights that start over who’s not doing their dishes, who’s not taking out the trash, etc. So one night, not too long before Christmas break, I’m in bed when my roommate calls me out of my room. Now you have to understand, Sean’s not a bad kid, but he’s one of those cocky SOBs that really get on my nerves. So anyway, he calls me out of my room and starts laying into me that I should do the dishes. “How about you do some dishes, man?” So I said, “How about I give you the finger (and yes, I flipped him off) and then I go back to bed?” Needless to say it shocked him pretty good (which was the point), and I could hear him going on about how he was going to pray for my sinful soul and whatnot.

The next day he saw my sister and said, “Guess what your brother did to me last night?” And mini says, “Did he flip you off? Yeah, he does that.” Then she told him about how she flips her roommate off all the time, too. Anyway, this just added to the sweet, sweet shock value.

Mini and I started discussing it and came to the conclusion that we hadn’t taken it quite far enough. So we made a little Christmas card for Sean, pictured below. On the back of the picture I wrote, “Merry F’ing Christmas” and then left the card on his bed when we left for the break.


When I came back from the break, the following poster was on my wall, along with the following inscription.



So it was a fun little exchange. And if I was a total idiot and didn’t know who had left the poster, he had left the rough draft of the inscription on the back of one of his homework assignments, crumpled up in the middle of my floor. Now, he had to have done that on purpose, right? Good ol’ roommates, eh?

wow

I wasn't going to post anything today, but I ran into a pretty cool picture. Here's a 360 panorama of Paris at night.

Mike gets eaten

I was over at some kid’s house at a party. Things were pretty normal for a while, when the ground started moving in a strange way. Everyone at the house felt it. Then it moved again. Some people ran to the front door to try & get a better view of what was going on. It was such a strange sight. The ground outside was moving in waves – you could watch the hills in the distance heaving up & down, and the wave would get closer & closer to the house until it finally hit. It wasn’t like an earthquake really because after each wave things would go back to normal again. Sometimes, the waves would be so severe that one side of the wave would just drop off into blackness & you’d have to jump over them as they went by.

Then the water came. It didn’t come in a title wave or anything dramatic like that, but it was just there all of a sudden. It flooded the whole neighborhood. Luckily for us we were on the second floor of this house & there was a boat in the driveway. Some of us piled on & we started drifting.

We watched as the tops of the trees went by, & then somehow I noticed we were drifting in my parents’ neighborhood towards their house. About the same time I noticed the boat was slowly sinking, too. And to top it all off, I noticed huge black things swimming in the water. As the boat got lower in the water the creatures came to the surface & started picking people off the boat. The amount of boat sticking above the water was getting smaller & smaller, and I got a good look @ the swimming beasts – they were killer whales. As the boat sunk even more we rounded the corner about 100 yards from the house, and it was just me & Mike left on the boat, with Mike on the higher ground. One whale kept his head out of the water and was just waiting for one of us to fall in. The only thing I could think of to do was to punch him in the nose as hard as I could. After a few punches his nose bloodied a little, but it was pretty clear it was useless.

The boat flipped a little in the water & Mike fell in. A few moments later & the rest of the boat was under water & I was left as the sole survivor – Mike had disappeared. I started to swim as fast as I could towards my parents’ house, but I knew I would be eaten at any moment. At this point I woke myself up because I REALLY didn’t want to get eaten.

there's always room for dream jello

Me & Steve Sloan & 2 other girls. We had a jello-eating contest. Someone handed out big bowls of watermelon jello w/lots of whipped cream on top. I finished off 2 bowls & could have eaten a third, but Steve didn’t like the flavor so he quit early & I won.