A Week Ago: I hung out with Chief Justice Khan of the Judicial Horde Supreme Court of the student government of Mount San Antonio College down at Laguna Beach last Sunday, because you know, us Chief Justices gotta stick together (Rehnqvist couldn't make it, said he wasn't feeling well. pff).

The 70s House   Sometime midweek we got a call for ( Read more... )

   Sometime last week Jeremy saw a building that had "PLAZCRAK" tagged on the side in huge typically graphiti bubble letters. Since then we've gradually started to joke about it more and more. For example, upon finding that the gas station we'd pulled into didn't have a bathroom, one would exclaim "where must one go to take a plaz crap around ( Read more... )

   When I ride around with Bobby, his truck has no CD player, nor even a tape player, so we are stuck with the radio. I've found that he usually ends up with it on this hip-hop station most of the time. Now I've never been fond of this kind of music, but I had managed to avoid it heretofore at least enough not to realize they only ever have like ( Read more... )

   Today Bobby and I killinated a swarm of bees that were in the anchor-chain box of a yacht in the Dana Point marina. That was pretty cool. We also killinated a swarm that were literally around 40ft up in a Eucalyptus (sp!?) tree in Lake Forest. Since our longest ladder was 32 ft, and one had to lean it against a branch that was maybe 5" in ( Read more... )

   Today at work I marauded around the county with a different technician, Jeremy. He's around my age as well. One of the homeowners asked if we were brothers.

Our first job this morning was this obnoxious Indian lady who had like seen four bees and called us. I don't think I saw a single bee at her house. Jeremy tried to tell her the only ( Read more... )

   Back on the tarmac today, but this time we were at the airport fuel station. And the airport lackey who showed us the swarm totally had an employment-stiffy for our job. I think he's really going to apply.
   This is kind of ironic because Bobby, the guy I've been riding around with, had just been telling me that when he was younger he had ( Read more... )

"park behind the police and other official vehicles in front of the arrivals terminal, leave the blinkers on, find the white courtesy phone in baggage claim 4, they will give you further instructions." Later instructions included finding the man with one red shoe, conveying the secret password and passing off a locked briefcase. No just kidding ( Read more... )