Happy Thanksgiving everybody! It’s my favorite holiday, and I found myself actually searching all of rural New Zealand for a turkey, some mashed potato casserole, cranberries, and a pumpkin pie. To no avail. It was sad. But, alas, it’s no longer T’Giving, so, Sigh.
11.26.08 – Queenstown – ADVENTURE CAPITAL OF THE WORLD!!!!
The moniker is their’s and self imposed, so I feel obligated to shout it as loudly as I please in my sarcasto-blog. Continue reading
11.25.08 – Queenstown – ADVENTURE CAPITAL OF THE WORLD!!!!!
Dudes. It is EXTREME down here in Queenstown.
Or at least that’s what the marketing would have you know.
I awake at 5:45am, (blerg), to head out for my skydive, (glurg), only to learn that it has been canceled on account of the weather. Curse you, RAAAAAAIIIIIIIN!!!!!!! (shakes fist) Yes, folks, it has rained 4 out of the 5 days we’ve been in New Zealand. Why? Because God Hates Me, that’s why. For more evidence of this, please see further down in the post when I talk about my ‘Paradise Found’ journey. Continue reading
Are you tired of seeing me type ‘Antipodean’ yet? Well too fucking bad.
Here’s the layout:
Antipodean slang word:
Approximate English meaning:
Why it makes me Sad:
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Hi Dudes. Sorry for my absence. I was in the mountains/on a lake w/o access to the internets, which was probably the most Sad Sigh thing of all. (Or rather, the fact that I was constantly bemoaning the lack of internet access instead of enjoying the breathtaking scenery was probably a bit more Sad Sigh.)
This is only half of what I need to post, but we’re in Queenstown for another 2 days, so I should be able to catch up soon. (Also Sad.) Continue reading
Sorry, Daniel, for making this public before you got to privately grieve, but I just had to post this.
Last week, Daniel and I had a townie afternoon that started with Rojoz and ended with wanting to die after shopping for a bit too long at Valley Fair and Santana Row. In between, we went to a tailor I had found on Yelp, one of the higher rated places in San Jose. I had four pairs of jeans to get hemmed, and Daniel had a hole that he wanted fixed. After a confusing conversation with two store owners he went ahead and decided that the “small patch” they would use plus sewing the hole shut would be a safe fix for his pricey designer duds.
The following Tuesday I went and picked up our jeans, paid, and went home. That’s when I saw it. The hot tranny mess they had turned Daniel’s jeans into. I called him, he didn’t pick up. I texted him, to try to soften the blow, and warned him I was not joking. I thought I had it bad that my jeans were hemmed slightly shorter than desired although they’re definitely still wearable. Daniel’s jeans, on the other hand, are highly questionable.
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
I’m not really sure what is going on here, but it’s a confusion of thread and uncraftsmanlike conduct. It’s very possible that the thread will “melt away” when ironed, but something tells me that they either did not like Daniel’s attitude or they’re just completely moronic tailors who did not know how to fix the jeans and went apeshit. Anyway, this is Daniel’s first look at his ruined jeans and here’s hoping this can be reversed. Admittedly, if you’re not the victim, it’s pretty hilarious that you could walk into a tailor with a small problem and walk out with this. But for a tailor to botch a patch job this badly is fairly unreal.