Ring it in Stupidly
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I guess that, while I'm posting terrible random pictures, here are our terrible random pictures from when Thomas decided to grace us with his presence for a few hours before going back to China.
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I am 98% certain that I took this photo. It is a fairly normal photo of fairly normal looking people doing fairly normal looking things. (losing at Crainium) I am also 98% certain that I did not take any other photos this night...
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How Sweet. Pretty sure this was Allison's doing. Apparently someone broke my sweet bone, so I can be pretty sure I had no part in this.
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Obviously I didn't take this. But, sadly, I suppose I start the offensiveness by blinding everyone with my head. I wish I could turn that into a super power. Also, Allison's hair is totally pink. Crazy that it looks all orange here...
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lol!!!!!!!111 They think they can win!
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c'mon... pleeeeeeaaaase let us win :(
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Let me think about it...
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hah! no, you'll never win!! :-p
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grrrr... I will eat you!
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pssh. Whatever.
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Right. That's over. Almost. I'm sorry to have subjected anyone not involved to the photographic evidence of... well... of whatever all of this proves. Which might be nothing. And that might be worse than proving something really bad. (*shhh*... it actually proves that Thomas is voting for Fred Thompson)
And, lastly, this proves that I don't know what to do in front of a camera... *sigh*
Oh. And we did win, btw. technically.
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Labels: Allison, Brooke, Thomas
The Arcade Fire
Last week, I didn't go to work past Tuesday. I, instead, hung out exclusively with people I like. Partially in a town I like. Partially at a concert I liked. Doing all that liking was scary. Here are some photos. I'm saying everything that I type right now in the back of my head as though I were Hank Hill. That is also scary. I do a terrible Hank Hill.
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These are pictures of me getting destroyed in the new expansion for Apples to Apples.
By Kennedy.
And Allison.
Also... the comic book store that's on Biltmore (or Broadway? I can't ever remember which side of the street is called which thing unless I'm there) sucked. Except that they had Apples to Apples. You shouldn't work in a comic book store if you aren't well-acquainted with Bone.
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And this... dammit... seems like there's always a picture of Bryan's ass whenever we take pictures of anything. And not to compare Brooke to Bryan's ass in any way whatsoever... but the picture of a person taking a picture of the person taking the picture of... Gay. Like Bryan's ass.
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Not that I have anything against gay people...
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We kind of pushed it a little too close with the eating and missed half of the first song by The National. Which was annoying for me. But not as annoying as for other people. As far as I know. I had gotten the new album prior to the show, which made things much much better since they mostly played new stuff. Musically or whatever, they weren't extremely deep or cutting-edge, so knowing the songs helped a ton and made it a lot of fun. The dude can scream. I was surprised. Especially since I described the new record (multiple times) as perfect sitting-at-home-alone-on-the-couch-in-the-dark music.
The lighting, however, was really really low... While I have a few photos, I couldn't even get the lighting up enough in Photoshop to make them worthwhile, so I will spare you.
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And then the Arcade Fire... The setlist was really really good. Lots of new stuff, some old stuff... and very few slow sad-bastard songs.
We were sitting right in the middle in the 2nd balcony row, which was ok for me, but not for those who require glasses.
Nor, apparently, was it ok for my camera and my stupid shakey hands. Nothing really came out that great at all, but some of them at least weren't completely terrible...
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I can play a C-Major scale on all of the above instruments... Yes, I'm that amazing.
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I like how the screaming guy is pretty much in focus. If everyone on stage would have just stayed still the entire time, all of my pictures would have been as amazing as my C-scales.
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<-- Ahhhh... young love...
(Is that really two gay jokes in one post? Maybe I do have something against gay people, and I just don't know it.)
hmmm... -->
And why does everyone else look happy, and I look like a retard? There. I made fun of retarted people instead of gay people that time.
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And, lastly, here's the first encore song that Arcade Fire did. The girl sitting in front of me left for some reason, so I was able to jump down a row and use the balcony rail to hold the camera still.
Well... kind of still... Labels: Allison, Brooke, concerts, Jen, Kennedy, music, Rob, Thomas
here's a thing that I may have posted before when I was working on it alone... but I don't remember. This is me making it happen (albeit poorly) with two of my best friends. I really feel like playing it again now, but such is not possible.
Labels: filboyd studge, music, Scott, Thomas
As I said... it snowed... Brooke didn't have to teach, and Allison got out of work, so I reckon that seemed like a good enough idea for a party. type thing. I didn't really plan on having any photos. But Bryan has this thing for my camera, so I ended up with almost 100 pictures. I edited as best I could. You're welcome.
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What the fuck. Another party? Do you remember how drunk I was last night? You guys are ridiculous.
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- Ok, fine... I'm in.
- Holy shit. Why do I always get drug into this crap? You guys are lucky it's so damned cold in Boone.
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A party? Can we make fun of Bryan when he inevitably does something ridiculous? I am so there.
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Wait a minute... we weren't supposed to start drinking yet? What kind of "party" is this..... fuck it. We'll look cute anyway. Because Bryan handles that camera so well.
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This is what happens when you get old. Getting drunk while playing a game is a nice side-effect. As opposed to the actual point of the game. Or, perhaps if I was more honest, playing a game is a side-effect of getting drunk. The point of this is simply that you no longer get to play "drinking games."
Wow. I'm sorry you had to read that.
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hmmm... yeah. fuck it. I'm out. Enjoy your bored games. Some of us have real jobs. Kind of. Losers.
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Seriously. You guys are lame. I'm going to lick myself now.
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Wow. What was that Dog's Eye View song called again?
I hope no one gets that...
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Hmmmm... Now how do I put things back together...
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I know! I'll reach for something at the same time as the new girl and make her blush!
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(See? That totally worked)
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Oh yeah... Even *I'm* smiling... try to explain that away...
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- I am so glad to be on the winning team...
- And I can't believe you guys traded me and made me replace Brooke. This is bullshit. But this party is still too awesome to not smile.
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This? This is Jen. We are snacking.
(I didn't know you got the munchies from drinking)
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Sadly, this is the only photographic evidence that Bryan even attended. Apart from the nine million photos he himself actually took.
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Thomas knows something that I don't... those Chex Mix? I had no idea...
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They make you fly.
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I don't know how I survived that aerial assault. Nor how I managed to live through knowing that I caused all these people that I like that kind of mental anguish by making them sit around my house for that long. Only Brooke was the smart one.
Maybe someone else can take care of this damned football thing that's coming up.
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Labels: Allison, Brooke, bryan, Charlotte, Jen, Thomas
Scott's (and Thomas's) Birthday in St. Simon's
Stupid camera. I've gotten picture happy since I got it...
Scott's birthday was last weekend. And Thomas's not long before it.
So Scott and Thomas and Bryan and I converged on Scott's super-rad pad on St. Simon's Island.
Here's what happened... well, some of it.
| 06 & 07 October 2006... and so it goes... |
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And we arrive... Thomas and Scott have been slaving over the stove all day just so that Bryan and I can feel welcome when we arrive. So precious.
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We celebrate partially at some weird place that I thought was karoke. But it was an actual "band." Scott wanted to dance with some of the hot babes...
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...but he was too shy...
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and Thomas was too cool. Babes? Fuck that.
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After ditching the hot babes, we headed back to Scott's... where Bryan made himself comfortable, cards were dealt, and Scott became beligerent. (this is Raven... she made Scott's shirt. She doesn't like photos. And she's getting flipped off.)
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I'm not quite sure how this happened, but apparently Thomas and Bryan and I had glamor shots made. And I dunno why Scott doesn't have one. I'm pretty sure he wasn't taking the pictures or anything. Perhaps he was flipping people off while this was happening.
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Look, mom! I can fly!
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One of the many many... many... many. pool games played over the weekend...
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And the next morning, Scott lectures Bryan on the health benefits of showers vs. baths. "Stand in the place where you are!" "Your head is there to move you around!" (Bryan might get that reference, and Scott will think it sucks.) Regardless. This is a hot tub. On a screened-in porch. With a stereo. And a TV. And the water is just outside. Cool.
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After being too lazy for far too long, we manage to motivate enough to go to the beach. Thomas looked so cute with all his gear... and Bryan... Bryan's always cute.
---> ---> ---> --->
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Someone (probably Bryan) chucked the frisbee into the ocean far before anyone was ready to get wet. Valiantly, Scott went to fetch. Although it was probably to impress the girl sitting by herself on the beach. Her dog, however, had the same idea and went to get the frisbee instead. It turns out that she was from Savannah, so it was cool that the dog won the race.
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Unfortunately, no one was around to capture our godlike bodies crashing through the surf of low tide at St. Simon's. The whitecaps rolled in and over but couldn't phase our determination. Like modern day Prometheii, we brought light to the people. As they saw us struggle, man against nature, we conquered again... and again... and yet again! Despite the best efforts of God and Neptune, we still threw that damned frisbee. Back. and Forth. And Back. Here, Thomas is doing is best to capture the waning light of passing-godhood as it slowly drips off our bodies to sink to the bottom of the sea. Yes.
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| 08 October 2006... and so it continues... |
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Yes... technically it was the 8th, but it was really just the end of the 7th. I think. Regardless. This is the moon. The pictures below are also of the moon. Not the sun. The moon. The last one is the first time I realized that I could really raise the exposure on this camera. That's a 15 second shot... with me trying to hold the camera still by hand. Hence the shakiness.
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After a little too much to drink and a little too much regular pool, it was time for the super stupid pool tournament. I'm pretty sure this (as with the frisbee game) pitted me and Scott against Thomas and Bryan. and yeah... that's 30 balls on the table. Not including Scott's.
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Almost lastly... me. After, most likely, making a terrible terrible shot in pool.
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And lastly... There is no lastly.
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DISCLAIMER: Bryan took most of these pictures that night, which is why he does not appear in day 2. It's not any bigotry towards Bryan. Except for that last picture b/c he crashed early. That was bigotry.
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Labels: bryan, Raven, Scott, Thomas
Bryan took this photo at Scott's place on St. Simon's... more to come, but this is probably the best. Sucks that he's taking the picture instead of in it tho...
and I totally ripped off this idea from someone at valiantcomics.com.
Although I bet he stole it from someone else too... who's to say. Labels: Scott, Thomas
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