Every now and then I’ll score some tickets to a Miami Heat game. The seats are incredible. They’re 9 rows behind the Heat bench, which gives me a great view of the players, the coach, and most importantly the crowd camera guy. I’m referring to the dude who points the camera onto fans during time outs and commercial breaks, giving regular Joes like me an opportunity to bask in 15 seconds of fame. Well, Monday night was no exception. I was on the screen about 3 times, and I had my cousin film one of these glorious moments. Behold as I do my Robot Dance in front of a few thousand people.
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Yesterday I got my braces tightened and then I proceeded to celebrate my grandmother’s birthday at a seafood restaurant with a big chunk of my family. We later surprised her with mariachis at her house. A good time was had by all. Most importantly, she liked my gift.
I don’t know about you folks, but I’m feeling great today. Don’t ruin it for me. :]
I was recently contacted by a friend I haven’t seen since 9th grade. As we were chatting, she said “I wanna see your monkeys!” and I suddenly remembered one of the most entertaining aspect of my freshman year in high school: doodling. Our classes were so boring that I would have to endure the hour and forty minutes of class by making sketches and showing them off to my friends. Jojo’s favorite character was easily the little chimp I would draw on the edges of our notes. I think I even drew it in her yearbook. Good times.
And so without further ado I present the return of the Jojo Monkey.
I’m trying to get in the habit of taking more photos lately, specifically of typography. So here’s what I’ve found this week so far.
Archangels are quite zealous of their Ts and Ls.
Apparently one smoking tailgater disagreed.
Well ok, since you asked so nicely.
I really wish I could have gone to the annual Ninja Parade this year. Guess I’ll have to schedule my life better for next year. Here’s some news coverage on the event. Who wants to go next year?
This happened about 30 minutes ago. I wish I would have said more. I’ll make up for it next time by saying something smooth like, “Hey there sweetheart, don’t worry about the gas. I’m all Diesel.”
Chicks dig that kinda stuff.
