Secret Google agenda

Interesting that "Barack Obama" isn't passing GMail/Blogger spell checks yet, but "Zach Ayers" seems to be just fine. "Snuffleupagus" doesn't clear spell check either. Not even "Snuffy."

The "before" picture

Day 4 - Completion

We're ecstatic and exhausted. Here's a link to more photos!

Day 3

It's been a long day. We got 2 inches of rain today. Everyone scrambled. I don't know how far behind we are, but I think the pictures depict a lot of activity. Note the painter's tape and a lot of unfinished wood. One more day! One more long, back-breaking day.

Day 2

Well, the pictures don't say much about our work on Day 2. Kristina spent most of her day building wood boxes, routing the slabs of oak, and painting things white. Steve and I spent all day struggling with long division as we attempted to make even squares in our simple coffered ceiling.

Kristina has determined that being a television star would be an awful job because of all the repetition. I've said "Let's do it!" so much that the words have lost all meaning (thank you, Milhouse).

Day 1

Most of this is a paint job. And WHAT a paint job. Dig it? That's Carmen, one of the co-hosts, next to K.

The only other thing we've done is removed the baseboards. Tomorrow's post will show you why. K and I are still in the dark on a lot of the details, but we know the major build, and we love it.

Demolition Day

Today, the HGTV show "Hammer Heads" begins to renovate our living room into a better living room. I'll try to continue to post updates about this. K and I are about to be interviewed about our own cock-eyed design work. It's 7am, but Kristina and I aren't dressed like it. We look good. Cable-TV good.

Here's the before shot of our living room:

Movies from the zeitgeist, but which no one has seen

- Powder
- Pay it Forward
- Child's Play
- Planet of the Apes
- The Blair Witch Project
- Kazaam

Anyone else?

Street smarts

Am I supposed to be quiet when I walk around a homeless person sleeping on the street? Is there a limit to being considerate? Like, do I have to whisper to my friend while I walk on Ventura Blvd. because there's a man on the sidewalk wrapped in a blanket?

Some not-quite-fitting comparisons for this situation:

- The homeless man is a non-smoker hanging out in my cigar bar
- The homeless man is an inert virus, and my friend and I are white blood cells just having lunch in a healthy spleen.
- The homeless man is one of the living, and I am a ghost in a haunted mansion.
- The homeless man is an Irish Catholic and I'm a stand-up in a Protestant comedy club
- The homeless man is a Fresca

For the record, I chose to whisper. I believe it's a lose/lose choice, though, because while I might be nice, I'm also letting the homeless win.

Freudian slip

Do you think terrorists make the Obama/Osama slip of the tongue the way that Americans do? Like, terrorist pundits say "Obama," but mean "Osama?"

Is there terrorist paparazzi? I'll bet some of those guys don't wear underwear when they ride limos.

I could laugh at this until the day I die

It wasn't me

Rodney, a full-grown man with top and bottom braces, approached me at a swanky gay bar this weekend and showed soft-core pornography(?) photos of an attractive, half-naked man to the two people I was with. Rodney and his friends at the bar thought that I was the man in the photos. I was not.

That felt really good, though.