Monday, May 23, 2011

A Monday Evening

I'm loading "Where the Action Is! Los Angeles Nuggets 1965-1968" into iTunes.

Erin's cutting up New York magazines for a collage.

Adam's previewing Lady Gaga's new album on his smart phone.

Josh is manning the remotes, time-traveling through commercials.

We're all watching TV. "Parks & Recreation", then "The Office." Oh, and "Modern Family."

Earlier, Adam made sweet & sour chicken, and we ate it.

Adam & Josh have gone to bed. Erin & I are watching "Glee."

I'm drinking green tree.

Simba just walked into the living room. Now he's roaming, maybe stalking. Lazy stalking. Not even -- he's just walking. He stops at the bathroom door which we keep closed. He wants to get in there and climb into the basket of towels and cover the towels in long orange fluff.

Nala, too, has ventured out of the bedroom, making an appearance only slightly less rare than Garbo.

Good, Mike, keeping making those Greta Garbo references.


Saturday, May 7, 2011

Ope! Googly Eyes!

Erin picked up a small bag of googly eyes and stuck them to a bunch of houseplants. It's one of our favorite SNL bits. We couldn't wait for the boys to come home. How long would it take for them to notice! Adam returned first. I think it took him less than a minute to notice them.

Ope! as Christopher Walken would say.

Then Josh got home. I think it took him a little bit longer. But then...

Ope! He saw 'em!

"I don't feel comfortable around these plants whatsoever."

Hence...googly eyes!

Friday, May 6, 2011

What Time Is It? And Why Is It So Breezy?

It's a close-up photographer's paradise down here in the Basement. Lots of artifacts and chachkas. Lots of small things with wonderful textures. Objects of intriguing and nostalgic design.

A brief tour of the clocks and fans.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

They Have Lots of Soups

Before we lived together in the basement, we were friends. I mean, we still are! In the midst of our "In the Sellwood Kitchen" years, the four of us took a road trip to Disneyland. The day after Election Day, I believe. What better way to celebrate a new direction for America than to head in the direction of Disneyland -- our Mecca.

We had a terrific time, without incident. Except for two instances of vomiting (once by a member of our quartet, and another time involving an unfortunate aroma at the McDonald's on South Harbor Blvd).

And Adam nearly murdered us when we missed the exit for an In-N-Out Burger on the drive home (thanks, Zac!). But he more than made up for it with this now legendary quote about a particular menu item at Schlotzsky's. Let's have a listen.

It's at this point that our vacation video ends.