Is that... Jason Biggs? Is it?? Cos sometimes I'm like "Yeah it's totally him" .... and other times i'm like "nah it's just a similarity..."
My god. Oh and now I want to introduce my friend... Brother Nashua. He is an Ahmish youth on Rumspringa...
As you can see, his eyes are closed because of his rejection of technology. He refuses to see the camera or any of the lights on in the house. He's still getting the hang of Rumspringa. But i'm sure I saw him eat what he thought was an av-er-age brownie and soon he was trying to eat a light bulb with his head stuck in the microwave. He went a little nuts. That was on Saturday, and by now he is probably a meth dealer or harrassing his community by driving past their farms with Bruce Springsteen blaring out of the stereo. It's true, i've seen it on a Rumspringa doco. Crazy days. Oh and also, my DVD player broke so Josh took it apart to see what the problem might have been...
and i found out there was a whole mini city inside!!!
buildings, bridges, weird art installations, and even a half-pipe at the skate park! amazing.
We are laying on our stomachs on our lacy, pillow ladden beds with our legs waving around behind us, and in the back-ground you can see out of focus posters covering the walls. Is that Ryan Phillipe??
So myself and Kate (the girl who also saw the poster) think the banging is just the party still raging. I imagine there is one person left conscious, tied up against the wall and they are banging to alert our attention. We thought this was funny, and then shit became real when we heard this screaming from out in the alley/street. My boss climbed the stairs to look out of the window and said: "there's an old asian man screaming and running down the street!". Kate and I think that the gimp has finally escaped and is running for help. While we know that all of this is very unlikely, it is still funny to imagine.
Exhibit B) Hayden tells everyone that he is part of the Vegan Strength Movement (I'm going to label it a movement) but he actually isn't welcome because he is too small:
Hot damn, those are some large vegans! You know what else is large?? Uhh..hmm that analogy i tried to set up... and it doesn't work. But you know what's coooool? Josh's friend Jim told me about a podcast I might enjoy called "The Moth". Josh happened to have some, so he put 7 episodes on my iPod last night. I listened to 2 today on the train, and they were really amazing. It is similar to This American Life where people tell their story in relation to a theme. However, The Moth is recorded at like clubs or something, and the people get up on stage with no notes and freestyle their story as apposed to This American Life which is more like an interview or a studio recorded piece. I listened to Deborah Scaling Kiley tell her story "Lost at sea" in which she goes on a sailing trip with a bunch of others and it turns really bad. Really really bad. Think sharks and sea-madness and death. She told the story so well but that may be due to the fact that she now does public speaking about her books and experiences all the time. I also listened to Kira Salek tell her story "Bone Yard Stretch" about how she went solo backpacking around Africa when she was 20 and got herself into heaps of trouble and got taken into custody by African Government soldiers who planned to gang-rape her. I can only imagine my face while i was listening to this on the train. 
So yeah after the last Doppleganger test (see previous post) I decided to try a photo of myself without glasses. I didn't realise i had so few. I don't have contact lenses so it's glasses or blurry vision for me. Pretty much the only time i'm not wearing my lovely specs is when i'm at work - like right now - and during and around bed-time. so there aren't many photos being taken at that time.... or are there??? no, there aren't. but there could be. but there won't be...
Here are the results of my doppleganger test #2... cbf putting photos of all these people but you should know most of them. If i know who they are then you should, as i know very little about "hollywood" and yeah:
Yep. He loved his sau-sage. 
That's me with the glasses. Ok so here is a list of all my look-a-likes from highest to lowest match.
Hmm, awesome. I look like a middle aged man with a hairy chest. I was shocked by this, until I saw the rest of the photos...then it all made sense...
74% Match
72% Match
71% Match
70% Match
So obviously this doesn't work if you wear glasses right? I had to look back almost 2 years to find a picture of me without glasses. My 21st birthday party was a glasses-free zone for me, until i couldnt see anything or anyone and went to find them. If that website wasn't so busy with doppleganger week, i would test out my other photo. Maybe tomorrow...
So, anyway talking about percentages.... why are 80% of my look-a-likes men?
JADE OUT
Oh sushi cup, how i loved thee. I didn't mean to kick you off the footstool and shatter you into a million pieces. I do not regret immediately burying my face into a pillow and fighting the impending tears while Josh disposed of your body. You must understand I just couldn't deal with the carnage. I will never forget how you could hold the perfect cup of tea in your streamlined handle-less form, and how every time i even looked at you a smile would spread across my face. Thank you for being the most awesome cup in the whole cup shop in Osaka and for being so affordable. We had some good times hey? I have seen other sushi cups online but it just wouldn't be the same as you. I might just drink from Josh's similar cup with weird Japanese faces on it, until i can find a suitable replacement in my heart - if that could ever happen.
Bento Box, Bento Box.... although I owned you for almost a year before you broke, and only used you twice.... i still loved you. It was a shame that your latch broke, and that you would fall apart when i tried to carry you. You still held up OK when i wrapped rubber bands around you to keep you together but who was I kidding- you had died, and the stench of your death dispersed into my food and spoiled the taste. I still would like another bento box and because we weren't so close i think i can get away with ordering a cute one online. RIP
Oh Tweedle-Dee... I have already blogged about your demise but again I am sorry that our house doesn't have cooling and that you got blanched to death in the heat wave last week. You were a good fish for all those years, you were very understanding and strong. On the first night i owned you and your brother Tweedle-Dum, someone at the party put a sausage in your bowl to feed you. It sat there for hours until my brother saw it and removed it in disgust. That didn't bother you guys though, you took what you could from it - perhaps it was good for you even, because you lasted 3.5 years. Your brother was not so lucky though - dying shortly after. Even when Chester started trying to attack you in the bowl you didn't give in, you gave him a run for his money. Eventually after we trained him not to want to eat you, you still had enough trust in your heart to let him share your water every day. You also were very understanding if i forgot to clean your bowl and it was so green that we couldn't actually see you. And if i forgot to feed you for a week you stayed strong and got by on whatever you could - you probably ate your own poo to stay alive, who knows? I thank you for your friendship and hope you are in a better place.
Oh little fish who was tentatively named Ron Weasley or Frank, how ashamed I am that you only lived for less than 24 hours in my home. I cleaned the bowl after Tweedle-Dee had gone, and had it all fresh for you. You even didn't mind Chester sharing your water. Who knows what killed you... the bacteria still present from Tweedle-Dee, the shock from pond to bowl, or the heat of your water which I suspect was the case. I feel very guilty about your death and I want you to know that I was hoping you would outlast Tweedle-Dee and also that I bought you an aerator so you could have bubbles, and some new vitamin-rich fish food. None of which you liced to enjoy. 
These people live on roofs (rooves?) just like you would live indoors. I startled this particular roofie (lol) as i think he was going to the toilet at the time. my bad!
This bear is the mascot of my friend's house. After a quick google search i find it is called RILAKKUMA which apparently is a combination of Relax (in japanese pronounced RILAKUSU) and bear (Kuma). While it is pretty cute, it doesn't look as though it is relaxing. It looks more like it is standing guard, monitoring the room through its robot eye room-scan device. I can just picture it detecting movement of a spider across the room and springing to life... jumping down to the ground and taking tiny measured robotic steps forward toward its target, walking right through anything in its path -even the couch - until it reaches its target wherupon it raises its tiny arm and shoots a laser at the spider - incinerating it into oblivion. Totally.
I was told that the lock mechanism is custom made and is the length of half the door because it has to reach the doorframe. One question.. why? It is really awkward to open and close as the door is heavy, and it is a strange place to be pushing the weight from. Well, if i were an engineer or architect, maybe i could have given some different advice. But i'm not, so my words are pathetic nothings on the breeze. Oh well, i will just enjoy my door with the handle on the side. 
I found this in my dad's car on Saturday. He was sitting in the passenger seat and I had to move him when i got in. I got this creepy "survivor" Wilson vibe from it... i didn't know my dad had such trouble making friends. The thing i hate most about him is the dead look in his eyes...well in his Tek Screws. Dad said one of the guys that works for him made it and named it. Sure Dad, sure. 
I wanted to call it Ron Weasley because it has a red head, but Josh isn't cool with that, maybe because i had a crush on Rupert Grint for a few months recently heh. He said "Ron" might be ok, but wants to brainstorm a list of better names. He suggested Frank which i like, but we'll see how we go. Here is Chester having a loooong drink from the renewed fish bowl, notice the fish's face hahaha it looks like he is screaming: 
Well the dog drinks from the pond where the fish used to live, so he is ok with the cat. Today i have to go the the pet store near my work and get a new tube for the aerator that Josh's dad gave me. I have never used one before, but i really want to try and get this little guy to live longer than Tweedle-Dee. Could be a little tough. I wonder how old this fish is... or even how old Tweedle-dee was when i got him. Maybe he was already like 50 years old! Nah. The more i think about it, I dont think fish are meant to be kept in bowls, they last so much longer in ponds and grow so big. I want a pond now. But first i will be concentrating on my chicken plan. I plan to build a coop and have some cute chooks :) hooraaaahhh
here are a few more fantastic lurks....
Here are a few of my personal favourite lurks... where i do the lurking....
And here is my very first lurk!!!!! It still makes me LOL every time i look at my disgusting face. What a witchypoo!
I just love the moment a few seconds after the photo is taken the people go "Ok, show me show me" and then they see you in the background and freak the fuck out. Ah good times. I want to try some more lurking tonight :D wish me lurk! lol i am lamez
Lesson 4) never buy a kebab from Mr. Funny Kebab.
Lesson 10) Even if you handcuff a trouble maker, they will still make trouble...
(i took away the one of a guys balls due to public outrage... fair nuff..)
