Floating Drunk Sex

Yep, we had a pair of drunks on the boat tonight, and they did in fact go to the top deck and attempt to have sex in full view of at least 8 other people. I had the dubious honor of breaking up said marinated-yet-amorous couple. At least they weren't too terribly upset about being told to take a cold shower. So, it was just another funny thing that happened.

In other news, in the morning I am taking the Camaro to the Parents' house to get a new driveshaft thrown on, as well as some aftermarket, high-performance parts thrown in, because they happen to be taking up place in the garage! w00t! Keep in mind, this was the car that I was given, for free, by my parents, who rawk.

Ojai Pirate festival, September, 2007

Welcome to Pirate Faire, featuring Aengus and Charity.


Aren't we lovely?

I'll cut joo, mang!



She's got no bloomers on! Hussy!




After the faire, a little worn out but still excited!

We had a great time. And we will be going back next week, and we will be employed at faire. My good friend Amerigo has given us gainful employment for Saturday, and we shall not miss an opportunity to go back, and have more fun, and make merry with more peoples.

We ran into the daughter of my ex, and while she was skeptical towards us at first, but then apparently decided that we were okay, because we were there, and her mom was in fact, almost 2000 miles away having absolutely nothing to do with her or anything, for that matter.

So we ended up getting drug all over faire, and being shown cool things, and meeting cool people. And reconnecting, apparently. I look forward to faire again, so much. I miss this.

Nine and I are awesome!

You know why? Because I thought this would be a good idea, and Nine blurted out she loved me because of it:

We were at the warehouse for Lady and the Fool, and they had this there, and I had a flash of inspiration. It would fit on my gear shifter on the Camaro. Behold his glory. Wouldn't you say he has "shifty" eyes?

As I type this, I am already dreading the beating about my head I shall receive for that bit of wordplay. Nine loves detests my use of puns. We also bought new pirate garb, and such, and I found a really cool doublet as a change of pace from my vest. Check it out..

Original Vest.


New Doublet.

And, that puppy is reversable. The other side is a sun-faded reddish-burgandy-ish colour. Pre-stressed for my convenience.
Faire is next week, people. Expect pictures and stories galore!! Yar!!!!!

On a side note, I got the doublet at less then half price, because the lady who runs the shop hit Nine's car. But all's well that ends well.

The Joys of Domestic Living.

Being a boyfriend to Nine is the most wonderful, rewarding experience of my life. I feel loved everyday, and I am treated like a king. However, it is not job without pitfalls. Being a boyfriend in general can be a hazardous occupation. With questions like, "Does this (insert random article of clothing) make my (insert corresponding body part) look fat?" Answer: Change the subject, FAST. That question can be the death of a relationship. Thankfully, Nine knows for sure that I love her, and find her body completely irresistable. So, while I don't have to dodge questions of an akward nature too often, I do however have to be on-call 24-7 to do Guy Stuff™. Such stuff includes being pulled out of bed a 5:30am to remove a very large and very much alive potato-bug from the kitchen before it eats my girlfriend and the cats. According to Nine, it would have killed her, the cats, and then me while I slept had she not strategically alerted me to the menace, motivated in no way by fear of six-legged creatures the size of apricot pits.

Once alerted to this threat to Domestic Security, I proceeded to jump into action. Armed only with Nekkid, I proceeded into the kitchen, where I saw... nothing. Being as it was 5:30 in the morning, I had no contacts in, and my visibility is roughly 12 inches. Which is how close I got to the damn bug before could see it. Upon establishing visual contact, I went to grab a shoe box to scoop up the invader. It hadn't moved yet, so I assumed it was dead. Imagine my surprise when the potato-bug began evasive maneuvers at warp 6!

Long story short, or at least not quite as long, I caught him, and set him lose outside. Despite being the most ugly creatures on the planet, I couldn't squish it. I had no shoes on. Anyways, that is what I do. I defend my household any time of the day or night.

I rawk.

Suicide by Camaro

I love my car. not nearly as much as I love my dear sweet Nine, but more then I love the 30 mins it took to get to work on t3h Sc00t0rz. There is the possibility that money will be spent on the Camaro to make it look a little nicer. Like a paint-job, and detail work, possibly. Not anytime in the near future, but I won't discount it.

However, none of this will come to pass if these Two-Wheeled Fucktards People on Bicycles don't keep trying to kill themselves on my front bumper. TWICE on the way home tonight, two seperate idiots were flying down the wrong side of a dark residential street, getting ready to fly into my bumper as I try to make a creful right-hand turn onto said dark residential street. Last thing I expect to see is some hombre rocketing straight at me at Mach 2.

Assholes.

To you two I say, "Next time I am NOT slamming on my brakes!"

That is all.

Hell, as in "Hot as..."

It is FUCKING HOT, people! My poor, half-naked girlfriend is melting on the couch. On a normal occasion, my girlfriend being any kind of naked is a good thing, but because of this infernal heat, she does not want to put out for fear of The Sweaty. I also fear The Sweaty. I have to leave for work in a few minutes, and the prospect of rolling into work looking like Chris Farley after a Decathalon doesn't appeal to me.

In case I forgot to mention, it is rather hot in San Pedro today. And yesterday, and the day before. I think Hell has sprung a leak, and it is pooling in my living room.

My only consolation is that out on the water, where I work, it is GORGEOUS out. I look forward to this evening, with the only exception being that I can't enjoy it with my sweetheart.