Author: Justin
Another sepia Max appreciates your devotion and will remember your loyal service
Big pimpin’ just takes it all out of you.
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Previous colors of Max:
yellow max
purple max
green max
monokuro max
red red max
orange max
sepia max
coppermine max
blue max
It’s getting harder to sleep
Mommy can barely get any sleep at all these days. Too heavy to sleep comfortably. Daddy wakes up at strange hours to rub her legs and shoulders. Mommy barely sleeping = daddy sleeping less, too. It’s only fair.
Plus, if I complain she might sit on me.
How to Convert the Thai Buddhist Era Year to Gregorian Calendar Year
Subtract 543.
That is all.
However, if you want to further convert that to Japanese Imperial calendar dates, this site sure comes in handy: NengoCalc
This year, 2009 AD, is also 2552 B.E. (Thailand) and Heisei 21 (Japan).
I think I have enough calendar systems in my life.
Gut Rumblings
I had the gnarliest gas at the gym today, but I made it seem like it was this old guy that everybody hates by following him around from machine to machine.
Karma may be a bitch, but I’m pretty sure God thought it was pretty amusing and should kick me down bonus juju points for it or something.
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On less shocking notes, the new term has started at our uni, the weather has suddenly turned cool (21ºC/69.8ºF), Max has become a screamer unsuitable for taking shopping, and we didn’t partake in any Loy Krathong festivities this year because Nam is full of baby and I hate people.
In terms of Jellyfish, Echizen = Nomura’s
Japanese fishing trawler sunk by giant jellyfish
No word if tentacle rape was involved.
Ezekiel loop
Best Pulp Fiction audio mashup, ever.
Just brilliant.
Fortuitous Testudines
On my way home from the gym about an hour ago, I spotted a familiar silhouette on the side of the road… I saw it after my headlights had passed over, but some primal part of my brain recognized the dark shape and screamed POSSIBLE FOOD SOURCE. I stopped and backed up a bit, and got out of the car.
The rear running lights on my car shine through 38 year old lenses, so they aren’t that bright. But they were bright enough to show that I had found a pretty big turtle with pretty yellow stripes running up and down his legs and neck; his shell was about 9 inches long and he weighed around four pounds. When I picked him up, he tried to pee on me but my daddy reflexes are too well-tuned to get caught with such clumsy reptilian attempts (in contrast, Max has successfully barfed, peed, and crapped on me all in one day).
I decided to take him home instead of leaving him to get run over so far from a water source. I wondered how he had gotten there… Was he an escaped pet? On a walkabout? Or was he the ghost of my dead pink chicken, Pinky, come to say goodbye to daddy once again? (I miss that chicken, godammit!)
I put him on the hood of the Kuj (and he of course peed all over it), then drove home. I showed him to Max, who was kind of impressed, and Nam said I should let it go in the pond in front of our house. So we walked it down to the water’s edge, mumbled some quasi-religious well wishes common to those who don’t really care about religion but sometimes like to acknowledge there are greater forces than ourselves out there somewhere, and I tossed it into the water.
Then I washed off my hood with a half-empty bottle of water from my gym bag.
If that turtle makes it through the winter, avoids being eaten by the workers who net fish in our pond, and doesn’t get run over anytime soon, I’ll be really happy.