Episode 2 in the Series...

What I wish I was doing at work.

Artpad Rediscovered...

Inspired by Melissa's awesomely funny drawing of her day at work, I made one that is somewhat less funny, but really good effort on my part. For all of you who wonder what I do at work (maybe this will be a series, if I have the patience because this isn't the only thing I do at work):

Me at Work

My Rattlesnake...

Apparently, Guadalupe is going through an agressive phase. All last week she was very bitey. She was full of mousey-goodness, so I know she wasn't hungry. I really thought Melissa had molested her while I was gone. I think it was just hot, though. Either that, or Melissa molested her while I was gone. Whatever. Anyways, after she had digested her food, she became re-docilized and spent most of her energy cruising her tank looking for something to eat (been there). Last night I went to feed her though, and...wait until you hear this...she rattled at me! Yeah, rattled. Her tail. Really loud and fast. She was really hungry cause it's been about 11 days since her last meal (but 4 days since she digested her last meal), and she was scarfing down that mouse. She made some sort of weird noise, or rather, the mouse did as air was being pushed out of it by her snake muscles, so I looked over the top of the box. As I did this, she started rattling like mad!! She continued it through the remainder of her feeding. Then when she was done, she both rattled and struck out at me. What a B! I had to give her some time to cool off before I put her back in her home. It was crazy! My crazy Rattlecorn.

Flight of the Conchords

Now this is an excellent show. Regrettably, I do not have HBO, but presumably I have friends that do and/or I can get it on DVD, which I WILL do asap. When it was first explained to me, I was like, so not interested. This turned out to be through no fault of the explainer. It's difficult to explain, as I subsequently found out when I tried, in vain, to explain it to my parents. You all are just going to have to get HBO or a friend with HBO or buy the DVDs or come over and watch my DVDs when I buy them. Also, you can watch them on the internets, but I don't like doing that. At least you should read the song lyrics though. That's key.

Out of Order...

I updated on something I had saved, so it put it before my last post. I just don't want anyone to miss it seeing as it's "out of order" so to speak. I spent a lot of time and energy on it, so read it.

The New Rob Thomas...

Very few songwriters have it all together. Carl Bell, of course, but also Rob Thomas. When you can write both lyrics and words and make them go together so well...that's perfection. I envy people like that because I can do neither...like at all. And we have a new contender...wait for it...THAT GUY FROM THE FRAY. Yeah, I don't know his name yet, but he plays the piano, which scores him some points automatically. I absolutely love the 2 songs I've heard from him, and we'll just have to see if he makes it. Anyways, here's the lyrics to a song you've all probably heard a million times, but I don't care. I'm obsessed with it right now.

How to Save a Life
by The Fray

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life

What Happens in Mexico...

Involves a lot of tea, both hot and iced.

Well, I'll attempt a synopsis of our Cancun trip without being too disjointed or leaving too much out. I predict failure...but here goes.

Let's preface this (some more) by saying all the pics are on J. Ray's camera, so who knows when they'll be available for viewing.

The best thing about Cancun in my opinion is Xel-Ha. I could have spent every day there. I've linked it, so that you all can see what it is, and I won't have to explain anymore. Yesssss! Go me! J. Ray got her first taste of hammock life, and she's totally into it. I was totally into the unexpectedly awesome salad bar, though I have experienced those before...but not in Mexico (or the midwest, if you're keeping track).

Chichen Itza was also cool, and we stopped at a cenote on the way there. This was a natural spring well in a cave that we got to swim in. It was incredible and cold, which is what we're used to dealing with, seeing as we spend most of our swimming time in the Atlantic when we can help it. They also had this ledge that you could just from way up high, but we didn't do that cause why? Best case scenario features a bathing suit right up your butt if you go feet first or a likely painful belly flop if you attempt a dive from that height. We were perfectly happy just to swim around amongst the vines/roots hanging from the ceiling and the fishes (not hanging from the ceiling).

So anyways, Chichen Itza. I was so happy to find out that not only the Mayans lived there, but also the Aztecs, in relative harmony. I was happy about this because I remembered a lot about the Aztecs (and their crazy, blood thirsty ways) from LAMS, and I always thought they were more interesting. I mean, what did the Mayans give us? The integer zero? Accurate calendars? Big deal. It all pales in comparison to DeathBall. The coolest stuff about Chichen Itza included snakes and sound, seperately. There was all kinds of stuff about how they built the structures to echo certain ways and what not that I found fascinating, and snakes were represented everywhere every time I turned around. Even the big pyramid, my favourite, had this cool thing that it does during the equinox where the sun makes a snake shadow crawl down the building. Learning about DeathBall was relatively fun, too. They also had sacred cenote, but we didn't swim there because it was gross, there was no way out, and it was fully of dead, sacrificed virgins. They used to load them up with heavy dresses and jewelry and throw them in so they'd sink to the bottom. Oh, there was also this crazy Choc Mool guy that they used to put human hearts on. I have a really good idea for a necklace involving him, but I'm not going to say it cause I don't want it stolen.

We had many other adventures, involving our sexually promiscuous 12-year old waiter, stolen shorts, and hostile bed take-overs, but I want to be done now.