The Falling Monsters of Stefan G. Bucher

Posters are one of my favorite things in the world. Better yet, free signed personalized posters!

This guy made the dailymonster.com blog, the matrix cd cover, tons of album covers, the movie book for the fall (one of my favorite movies cause of it’s amazing eye candy and creativity), and also other amazing stuff. he is quite the amazing person.

and if you haven’t watched the fall, you will want to now because of the following…

the blood of the masked bandit’s brother dyes the drape red

Charles Darwin mourns the death of his pet monkey as he faces death at the hands of soldiers (the blurs on the stairs). Apparently this place actually exists in India.

the heroes of the story.

the lady love of the masked bandit.

betcha you want to watch it now

The world is biased against short people

The average height of a CEO is higher than the height of an average male.

In the presidential elections, usually the taller candidate wins (almost 70% of the time).

Girls like guys that are taller than them (usually. I guess I don’t know my own opinion since everyone is taller than me…so it’s a situation I never had to think about. pahah).

Obama is tall.

So I knew all those things (who knows why), but it never occured to me that it could actually directly affect me…until today.

Today I was taking down old wireless equipment from above those foamy ceiling tiles that you can push up (and crawl around in if you feel like it. or more like if you fit…) So I was standing on this ladder (which sadly, was still not enough for me to reach the ceiling in some parts of the building, affecting the quality of my work) and no less than 3 people came up to me, asking for directions and such. A 4th person came up to me asking where an ATM was so he could withdraw $1000 cash from his bank account (yeah I know. sounded sketch to me too). A 5th and 6th person asked me about wireless routers and sumshing called lucent (sounded like gibberish to me. “just nod and smile stephanie”).

Apparently, standing on a ladder made me look smarter or more knowledgeable or something. Or maybe it was the 20 sets of keys hanging from my pants that gave me the look of authority (more the look of a janitor. no offense to them of course. w/o them the guys on my floor would stink up the dorm. praise God for janitors no joke). Or maybe it was the fact that I was the only person in the hallway.

But I’d like to think it is because the world is biased against short people…or did I say that already?

If you can’t do it twice…

Since today is MLK day, I had most of my classes off. meaning all but one. So, I decided to use that time to make some money.

So work is normally a boring topic, but only if you don’t have interesting coworkers. Mine are a really laid back group, which is nice cause that means I don’t actually have to do much to get paid.

Anyways, today for some odd reason, they decided that they wanted to learn to hack a lock (meaning that is literally almost all they did today. we don’t get much work during the middle of the year. ). And of all things, a master lock. You know, the ones that are supposedly impossible to break into (At least for novices. Even a shot master lock isn’t supposed to open. At least that’s what my coworkers said). Apparently they were using a youtube video as a reference, which involves using pieces of tin from soda cans.You’d think that the master lock people would fix their locks once they found out how simple it is to open them. whatever.

Well, if the situation isn’t wierd enough, Josh, one of my coworkers (one of the three coworkers that go everywhere and do everything together. They’re like…soul brothers or something. The musketeers. They also have pictures all over the office of wierd people with photoshopped heads of themselves and other coworkers on them. Like gorillas. I guess gorillas aren’t people…but most of them pics were people.) actually succeeded in opening the lock. And when he did, he yelled “OHO” which made it funny because the whole room heard him. Then we all crowded around him (more like looked at him) and told him to do it again. Thirty minutes later, he still couldn’t do it (joe: dang I took a chunk outta my thumb) .

That was the highlight of my day.

Rosetta Stoned

On a whim, I decided to learn to write, speak, and obviously understand Japanese. Yeah I know it’s not something you can pick up, like smoking or something. But I have something else super cheesier…determination. You know that thing that keeps Sisyphus rolling that rock up a hill, even though it inevitably rolls back down again once he’s almost at the top.

Anyways, I’ve picked Rosetta Stone up (and a couple library books up and mp3’s to listen to when I sleep. does that actually work? sounds like one of those sugar pills or something.) and imma keep using it just like a druggie keeps using drugs.

Hopefully I will never go to rehab.

I’ve been breathing in snowflakes

and it tickles my nose.

What is better than doing a puzzle?

Finishing one obviously. Course I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have help (from my many cousins and one sibling, and of course jules for lending me the puzzle…1 year ago. heh). But then I’d be lying if I said I didn’t do most of it. harr.

It is not the greatest picture because I took it while trying madly not to fall off the edge of the table (Afterwards, I realized I could have stood on the couch, or as my cousin pointed out, the footstool right next to the table. sigh.)

Anyways, it feels kind of wierd sitting at home blobbifying and drinking appleteanies (a creation that I named in honor of JD’s very masculine martini, and in honor of the fact that Scrubs will have an 8th season. As you may have guessed from the name, mine has tea instead of alcohol, with apple cider, apple slices, and cinnamon. I like apples okay.) when everyone else in the house is doing homework. And I mean everyone. Including my parents. I will not take the time to explain. And the direct consequence of all of this is…the picture shown above.