My name is Bean and this is my blog. Hence the name. If you have comments or questions, just leave them in the comments area.
Posted November 29, 2004 at 01:36:43 PM by Bean
I'm running out of things to do. At home, atleast. With no impending party or wedding to plan or prepare for, I am finding my weekend and weeknight schedule strangely open. People that know me well know that I don't like having too much "open" in my schedule. I like to stay busy. So, tonight, I am building a cat tower.
You've seen 'em. They are the big carpet-covered monstrosities that pet stores try to sell you for hundreds of dollars. Well, I just happen to have a little experience building these, as I threw one together a few years ago. It was a peice of shit, built in about 2 hours, and very unstable; but the cats loved it. Now it's time to step up my game.
I have a lot of scrap plywood and other lumber that I have salvaged from construction site burnpiles, pre-burn. I also happen to have a lot of carpet remnants leftover from my own carpet instilation. Throw in a circular saw, some screws, a staple gun, and a hearty helping of "open" and something good is bound to come of it. I'll post pics when it's done.
Posted November 23, 2004 at 11:51:46 AM by Bean
While Stef and I were soakin' up rays in Florida, our neighbors fed our cats. Also, my parents lugged all of our gifts back to southern Indiana so we wouldn't have to leave them in our car at the airport. Thanks ya'll, if you're reading this.
Anyway, my parents called John down to unlock my door so they could bring in the gifts. As they carried them in, John realized that my dad had left the front door open. He then saw Missy (black, short hair) standing at the door. She's a chicken, so she didn't run out. Moz (calico, short hair) was just outside on the sidewalk, and John grabbed her and threw her inside, shutting the door behind. Jake (grey striped, long hair) was out running around chasing some other cat. John eventually caught him and put him inside. One more left, Kate (yellow and white, short hair).
John and my dad set out on a search for Kate. After a while, John gives up and heads inside. He then see's my dad walking up the drive with a cat. He's scruffing a long haired grey cat as it thrashes and squeels. As he walks past my mom, she says "Marty, I don't think that's Kate." He continues on and plops the cat on the floor of our living room. My mom said "That cat isn't even the right color." John told me that this cat was the ugliest, mangiest cat he had ever seen. And it was mean. Immediately, my three cats surrounded it and they all puffed up. A 3 on 1 cat fight followed. John asked my dad where he got that cat. "3 houses up." Great. "Can't we spray paint it?" my dad said. Long story short, they spent a while capturing the mangy grey cat and putting it outside, and Kate showed up later that night.
Married, and What's in your Milk?
Posted November 22, 2004 at 03:28:39 PM by Bean
First blog as a married man. Feels remarkably similar to all previous blogs. Who knew.
Should have 4-5 hundred pictures to post at some point next week. Joon (our photographer) took 3-4 hundred, plus we had 20 or so disposable cameras laying around, plus TP snapped a few with mine before the battery died. Check wedding.schy.org in a week or so if you are interested. Good tims seemed to have been had by all.
Honeymoon was great. Nothing to do for a week. Read a lot, smoked several cigars, and recovered from a month of party/wedding planning/attending. Just in time for the holidays.
The night before the wedding, Rangoon, Stutz, John and I decided we would hang out for a while. First, we stopped by the liquor store, where Stutz insisted on buying a fifth of vodka. He kept saying we'd need more, that a fifth wasn't enough. We convinced him it was and headed to Meijer. There, we bought several varieties of energy drinks to mix. My favorite was one called "Diet Rockstar." It tasted like Red Bull and brought to mind images of a fat Elvis. So we mixed and drank, drank and mixed, with occasional brakes to smoke cigars. Then we went swimming. Good tims. We smuggeled what we had left to drink into the pool area and stayed until they kicked us out at 12:30. We then realized Stutz was right - we ran out of vodka. So we walked to Meijer again, this time buying beer and chips. As we drank the beer and ate the chips, we decided to play what's in your milk.
What's in your milk is a very simple game. Person A is it. Person B asks him "what's in your milk?" and tells them the number of syllables their response must have. Person A responds with whatever he wants, making sure the response has the appropriate vocal length. Now, persons B-Z continue to ask person A other questions, of their choice, and person A has to reply using the same response as before. The objective for person A is not to laught. The objective for everyone else, obviously, is to make him laugh. When he does, person B becomes it. Repeat. It may sounds stupid, but I tell you what, after a few drinks, it a great way to pass time and have some hearty laughs. We played that game until 3am.
Example (a real one from that night)
Man oh man. Good tims. Good tims.
Posted November 11, 2004 at 09:07:03 AM by Bean
I'm getting married in a few days. 2, to be exact. It's one of those really big things that happens in ones life, right up there with procreation and ones own birth and death. It really is a defining day, overshadowing graduations, first this-and-thats, and so many other occasions that seemed so important at the time. So why is it that I am not a bit nervous? Why is it that there is absolutely no anxiety built up inside of me a mere 56 hours before this monumental event? Why do I have no fear whatsoever of committing myself completely to another person for what's left of my life?
Why? Because the person I am going to marry leaves me with nothing to be nervous, anxious, or fearful of. Because Stefanie is everything I need to quell any uneasiness I may have, and bring about in its place happiness, laughter, and love. She fills my life with good things and leaves no room for the bad, reminding me everyday of how lucky I am to have found her. I love Stefanie. I'll love her forever. As far as I'm concerned, the 56 hours can't tick away fast enough.
Posted November 05, 2004 at 03:27:27 PM by Bean
I decided to create a visual representation of the ever-so-popular Trach-Bang Scale (TBS). The icons are now available for use in my feedback!
Posted November 03, 2004 at 11:11:22 AM by Bean
The election is over, Kerry is going to concede at 1pm. We are all glad it's over. But I have one more election blog to blog, and here it is.
I took a look at some exit polls at CNN and decided to make the chart displayed on the right. I think this chart should be enough to convince anyone to become a Republican.
Most people would like to have a little more income, right? We could all use a few more bucks these days, right? Well, according to this, the solution to your income probelm is simple: Join the Elephants! The richer people are, the more likely they are to be Republicans. Surely then, it holds true that the more Republican you are, the richer you will be!
Obligitory Election Blog
Posted November 03, 2004 at 08:35:01 AM by Bean
Well, I was watching three races - Indiana 9th District House, Indiana Governer, and of course the President. I didn't stay up too late, but I'm happy to see this morning that they all went Republican. Mike Sodrell beat Baron Hill by the hair on his ass, My Man Mitch destroyed Kernan, and Bush came out with the Electoral College and the majority vote. Hooray!
I'm happy that I don't have to see the likes of Michael Moore, Al Franken, or any of the Hollywood Libs talk politics for a few years. I'm happy that Kerry's hag of a wife is not my First Lady. I'm happy that I can take the signs out of my yard, and stop seeing them all over town. But most of all, I'm happy that I don't have to see any more fucking P. Diddy "Get Out the Vote" commercials.
Posted November 01, 2004 at 02:11:51 PM by Bean
I had an idea a while back for something I call “Forever Kitten.” It’s like NetFlix, but with cute, cuddly kittens. Here’s a quick brainstorm:
Lay of the land
Reproduction – Option 1
Reproduction – Option 2
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