I had an email conversation with a new co-worker of mine. Her name is Cari and she is hilarious. Anyhow, here's the conversation...Hope you enjoy, and please don't be offended my the diamond mining joke, I do know how serious it is and that it's not funny so please don't scold me.
Me: I looked at the machine and said, "Who's your daddy?!" and it started working again. On another note, if you have printed anything to it in the last couple of days, all those jobs have been cached and it is printing ALL OF THEM right now. I would suggest for the future that if your print job doesn't work the first time, please don't just try to print it again. That just makes the problem bigger. Thanks! :)
Cari: Advice well taken. I will get on that. no multiple print jobs from Mincolor 4 Thanks you're a gem!
Me: What kind of gem, please elaborate.
Cari: Well lets think. That would mean I would need to know the various gem types..... What is your favorite color and when is your birthday this may be helpful in determining the gem type
Me: Favourite Color is probably a dark maroon, birthday is October.
Cari: unfortunately the october birth stone is actually not a gem it is an opal which is more in the pearl family. Although the color of the opal can have hughs of dark maroon. (which I'm surprised is your favorite color) I was thinking more of a golden topaz... that is a decent gem
Me: Unfortunately, the topaz is a crappy American made vehicle. I don't know that I would want to be known as a crappy American made sedan. :( Maybe I'm not really a gem, but a pearl?
Cari: well... I don't know about that. That would mean you are the by product of a sea creature. And really who wants to be that. So maybe you could be a ruby? diamond? cubic zerconium? or we could scrap the whole gem thing... although I found it befitting
Me: How about if I can acquire the title of a "stain"?
Cari: well that isn't very positive. A stain is something unwanted that one can not get rid of. Like this one time I just bought a new white shirt and a small child tripped and put his chocolate ice cream cone right into my new shirt. I could not get rid of the chocolate. That is a stain. You however (up to this point any way... I am still but an Amor child) have not been something unwanted that I can not get rid of. You should be more of a jerk to me. then I'll call you a stain. Or we could just go with gem
Me: Ok, we'll go with gem, but I think diamond would be the most appropriate. Diamonds are harvested by the blood and tears of young african children in slave labor. That combined with the fact that diamonds are harder than rocks like my muscles seem to make it the appropriate gem to associate with myself.
Cari: oh good... you may be on to something. Human labor includes blood and tears.. Have you ever seen a birth? So you too were harvested through blood and tears and then you combine that with your rock hard ego then we're good. Let's go with DG The diamond Gem
Me: RGDG - "Ryan Gwillim, Diamond Gem" Yeah, that sounds good. Isn't accomplishment a beautiful feeling?
Cari: it is... Now on to other matters... RGDG signed off..... Just Cari
My life is so cool!
I'm running out of things to say. Not sure, but I may take the blog down soon. Maybe I'll have a revelation and start talking, but probably not.
"Imagine if you will, being in the presence of a movie star that you have admired for years upon years, do you have that thought in your head now? Okay, times that by like a billion and THAT is what it is like being in the same room as Ryan Gwillim."-Tamara Leeper
This is a pic of when Tam tried to kill me one night!
I don't know what it is about me, I'm like a walking pheromone!
I have seen thousands of photoblogs, and probably hundreds of thousands of photos over the last couple years and I can confidently say that the photography of Tristan Campbell is on a completely different tier than just about anything I have seen. Please go take a look at it, it's well worth a few minutes (hours) if you enjoy novel photography.
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I am sitting in my room. About a foot next to my head is the in-wall heater. Evidently, all the apartments in my complex have heaters in each room. Makes me wonder what they were thinking when they built this place. San Diego rarely ever drops below 70 degrees, but it is often above 80 degrees. I would much prefer to have an AC unit in my room. For now the ceiling fan will have to do, but I doubt my heater will ever get too much use, in fact I don't know if it even works as I have never tried to turn it on.
A heater in San Diego, stupid idea. I'm thinking that the construction project manager had a friend who ran a heater installer company (which I'm sure was a struggling business here) and he was just doing him a favor or something by adding him to the bid.
I just went to the kitchen area at work to get some of the ice cream that I purchased yesterday morning. It's gone, someone ate all of it except maybe two spoonfuls left to spite me. The ice cream was still sealed and wrapped in a plastic bag and put in the back of the freezer, and now it's gone. I'm kinda pissed.
I did, however, forget to write my name on it, so I guess it's partially my fault, but I don't care right now, I'm just angry that I don't get to enjoy any of the ice cream that I bought.
Please read this story if you have the time and post your thoughts. It's about a little league game where the coach had the pitcher pitch around the other teams slugger to get to a really frail ill kid in order to win the game...
I'm off to Ensenada, Mexico in a couple hours to spend the weekend with some friends. I won't be reachable by email or phone, but I think you can text message me (think, not sure). Anyhow, I wish good weekends to all, and I will have plenty of photos to share when I get back.
Original shot (post crop)