Flat Stanley

Today's blog is going to be brief, but will essentially discuss why Elementary School is so much cooler than Business School. As a favor to my eight year old friend, Emma (Bri's neice), I helped her with a project for school. Apparently, they read a book called Flat Stanley (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flat_Stanley), and the premise of the book is that a character named Stanley got squashed by a billboard and lived through it, being flat the rest of his life. Anywho, the 3rd graders are supposed to send out their own handmade Flat Stanleys to friends or family, and the chosen parties are supposed to take pictures of their adventures with Flat Stanley. Being as we haven't been anywhere all that exciting, we had to make do. I decided to make a comic strip, and I think it turned out very well.

The funniest part about this was that Gus nearly killed Ol' Flat Stanley about 50 times, and ended up exiled in the kitchen for biting me, then Flat Stanley, then juming on the table to eat salsa. Bad Gus. Perro es muy malo.



Let me know what you think. I think I want an assignment were I get to make comic books. Boo college! YAY Play-doh!

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Hello, I'm John, and I walk into shit when I sleep.

Hi,

I write to you from class today, because I finally lost interest in picking the dried blood out of my ear from Thursday morning's injuries. (See last blog)

I am learning tonight about retail structure and site analysis in my real estate marketing class at PSU. Thrilling. Well, OK, It actually is pretty interesting. I just learned that Ikea took up the last "Super regional" site in the Portland Urban Growth Boundary. A super retail site requires 80- 100 acres of space in order to accomodate parking, deliveries, etc.

The reason I am really writing tonight though, is to discuss what is going on in my life. I am going try and put an entertaining and self effacing twist on it, in order to entertain all of my adoring fan(s). Who even reads this crap you ask? I will tell you who. My Fan(s). You know, the one(s) who leave flaming bags of excrement on my porch as gifts. I also have theorized that my fan(s) chew things up in my kitchen while I am gone in order to frame Gus, so that I will get rid of him and have more time to blog. I see it as similar to the way that cats bring dead birds and other yard findings to their owners as a way of saying, "Thanks for feeding me and taking the lumps of dried urine out of my litter box." In my eyes, my fans are thanking me for taking a little of their dried urine clumps, AKA "useful time" as they say it in the people world, and replacing it with mindless drivel that stupefies them for seconds, if not nanoseconds during their day.

For this blog, I am also open to the idea of answering my readers' questions, much in the manner of Dear Abby, or even more accurate, Ask Marylin. If you have a burning question or a burning area of skin that you have a question about, please feel free to leave it in the comments section at the end of the blog. I will try to get an answer for you promptly and try to include as little useful information as possible with just enough confusing language to leave you feeling satisfied. At least briefly, similar to that way that you would be satisfied by eating pork rinds, or 4 hot dogs when you are drunk. If you do not have a question, but have something useful, like plans for a disiplinarian robot for my dog, who walks, scoops, and says no indiscriminately, please include schematics for how to properly construct. Any blueprints from the notorious Acme Co. will NOT be considered.

UPDATE: After my last blog, my girlfriend would like me to not drag my personal life into my blog, because it is "creepy", and people could be reading it and using that information for world domination, or even worse, they may support my idea of getting an iPhone. I cannot even begin to process what "creepiness" could be occuring with the knowledge that my dog barks and pees in the house. It gives me the willies just thinking about what people may be doing with this priceless piece of knowledge. So, as a disclaimer, please don't tell her about anything interesting that I have written about her. ha.

To those who are concerned, my face is healing well, and I have only been asked about my face nastiness twenty times today. A new all time low since Thursday.

I think that is all for this one.

The pain and the horror

Last night was Travis' 35th birthday, and to celebrate, we went out and had a few drinks. Nothing out of the ordinary, well a few more than ordinary. Enough that I decided to stay on their couch for good measure. While off in dreamland, I decided to get up and go pee. I peed successfully, but once I had finished, I totally lost blood pressure and stumbled face first into a glass cabinet that they have at their house. I shattered the glass with my head, and am lucky that I got away as easily as I did for as out of it as I was at the time. I remember hearing the noise from the cabinet shattering, but not being able to do anything about it. Luckily Jamie and Travis were there and Jamie was very sweet and put a band-aid on my head. I just drove home, and it is 7:54 A.M., so this must have happened at 7:00 A.M. this morning. My injuries include several slices on the inside of my left ear, two busted lips, a slice across my nose, several cuts across my forehead, at least one cut on my scalp, and a cut on the bottom of my nose by my left nostril.

The worst part of it all is that I wasn't drunk, and it was more like sleep walking than anything else. I am so embarrassed and ashamed right now. I will be having a pity party all day by myself, so if you want to buy me lunch or something I would appreciate it. Also, I have to work at the bar tonight, so I will have to tell this story no less than 150 times. YUCK!

And to think, yesterday I was complaining that nothing ever happens to me.

Laziness strikes fear in the heart of the..oh forget it

I am tired of beginning all of these postings with apologies. For the two people who read this, you can ask me if you really must know what is going on on a daily basis. I am too tired to update this, and frankly, very little happens to me these days.

Onward to this weeks excitement. I have always been the type to obsess over inconsequential material things, and the most recent object of desire is an Apple iPhone. I have messed with a few, and have been blown away each time I have had the pleasure. I consulted my significant other about the new phone and she immediately said that it is a poor use of money, which I believe was an attempt to defer my monetary usage toward more rent. HA! I have not purchased the iPhone yet in the hopes that all major flaws will be fixed shortly so that I can rationalize spending $399.

Also, I just finished reading To Kill A Mockingbird, the timeless classic from the reclusive and mysterious one hit wonder Harper Lee. I think that this was the fourth time that I have read this book and it gets better with each reading. I found so many things humorous this time through. I highly recommend it to anyone, even if you have read it previously. Also, please read it soon so that we can have discussions over coffee or email or some other medium.

Also, my dog is driving me nuts, so if you have any puppy success stories, please send them my way. He has taken to eating his own poop, a past time that is not nearly as endearing as one might think. He is learning and his behavior is improving, but sadly it is at the same rate that my patience is wearing thin.