'08

In honor of the election and politics and freedom and democracy and stuff like that I give you a picture I just found again that I made a couple of years back. Enjoy.

GEESE!

click here to see it on flickr

More pics

Well here are some more pictures. Took these a couple of days ago. They are all very similar but, hey! You know? I like them. Tell me what you think.












There are a couple more at my flickr page here!


YAHOOOOOOOOOO!

Sweatshirt

Today I put on a sweatshirt that I haven't worn in a long time and a couple of beautiful red, fall leaves fell out of the hood. I said to myself, "That's odd, I haven't worn this at all this fall. What a beautiful moment." Upon further inspection I realized they were just regular old leaves from this summer and that my head was bleeding.

Fall

Well it's fall again. To celebrate, here are some standard issue fall pictures that I took yesterday. Except one isn't so "standard issue". I tried something a little different and it didn't quite come out to be what I had hoped. But it's still kinda cool.











Click on the pictures for a better look.

Okay

OKAY! Alright. Here we go. Lets see...ummm...well...uhhh...yeah. Let me start at the beginning. There were two guys. One was tall and one was short. One had two brothers and one had none. They were singing a song and traveled throughout the land. I didn't catch their names, but one started with a Q. If you asked what they looked like I would probably just say, "One was tall and one was short." You see, it was dark, and there was a lot of commotion. All I know is that they wanted to see me. But that never happened. Something distracted me. It was either the German Shepherd eating a can of tuna or the man balancing a sword on one finger. I can't really remember. The next thing I knew I was running down the street shouting, "FINANCE! FINANCE! Someone stole my finance!" I know, I know. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "Jesse, do you perhaps mean Fiancee?" But, no. I don't. Someone stole my finance. It wouldn't have been a big deal if I had talked to the two guys. But no one is gonna be talking to them ever again. That is, not since I killed them. UNINTENTIONALLY! My goodness. Don't be so quick to judge. IT'S NOT MY FAULT. You try flying a helicopter sometime. It's A LOT harder than it looks. They kept yelling at me saying, "UP! UP!" And I was just, "I know! HOW?!"
"DA BUDDAN! DA BUDDAN!"
"The button?! WHICH BUTTON?!"
"RAD! RAD!"
"THERE ISN'T A RED BUTTON!"
*CRASH!*
And then it was quiet. Too quiet. I couldn't tell if the song I was hearing was off in the distance or just in my head. But sure enough, it was those guys walking away into sunset. Singing at the top of their voices.




That was a good day.

Howdy Hey

I joined www.verveearth.com, it's pretty cool. Lets you find blogs from all over the world. Zoom in on Minnesota and try to find me!

The tab in the right that says "Verve" brings you there. Just Click It!

Back Home

Well I'm back in Minnesota. It's nice.

Here's my view now.



Seriously, every day has been beautiful since I got back.

My View

This is what I see when I sit on the balcony and smoke my pipe at night. It's relaxing.

My terrible/amazing joke

Show me a man who raises mute ducks for a living and I'll show you a man whose priorities are all out of quack.

Dr. Pepper

I went to Quiznos today. Got some food to bring back to the apartment. When I got back it was such a beautiful day that I figured I'd eat out on the balcony. Pretty good idea, right? Wrong. I set my Dr. Pepper on the railing to sit down (I took a couple sips on the way back and was REALLY looking forward to drinking the rest of it) but when I sat I bumped the railing with my feet and the Dr. Pepper fell to the ground splattering everywhere. *sigh* I didn't know what to do with myself. It hit me a lot harder than you'd think. I sat there for a good minute just staring at the ground imagining a perfect world where that Dr. Pepper was still in my hand and I was enjoying every sip of it. I couldn't bare being outside anymore. So I sulked inside and stole some of my roommates milk.

...I'm still kinda sad.

Probably a poem or something.

This is probably a poem or something,
I don't know what else to call it.
Perhaps a "rhyming arrangement",
and I'm pretty sure it's not a sonnet.

It's a pretty fun thing,
to sit and write a poem.
I don't have to show it to the public,
but I feel like I owe 'em.

I'm not sure how long this will be,
I gotta keep coming up with rhymes.
And that's something,
that I can't do too many times.

But it's not like it's rocket science,
just pick a word like "door".
And before you know it,
you're rhyming it with "floor".

This is a sad excuse for a poem,
it has no flow or theme.
If a real poet ever read it,
he'd probably just scream.

But that's okay,
does it look like I care?
Well, I guess I do,
but not that much.

(Yeah, I know. That last one didn't rhyme. Just use your imagination.)

Frisbee Play!

Gatorade.

I saw a Gatorade commercial recently that very much disturbed me, and before I tell you what it was I would like to begin with saying this:

When you think of people drinking Gatorade what sports do you think of? Think back on every Gatorade commercial you have ever seen. What do they show? I'll tell you. They show hockey players, volleyball players, runners, tennis players, soccer players, FOOTBALL PLAYERS, BASEBALL PLAYERS!!! Ever seen any golfers in a gatorade commercial? NO! Never! But then a couple nights ago I see this commercial:



Not only is it a commercial with a golfer in it, IT'S A COMMERCIAL SHOWING THAT TIGER WOODS HAS HIS OWN GATORADE NOW! What?! WHAT?! I...I don't even know what to say. And here's what's funny. They knew it'd be too boring to show Tiger just playing golf and drinking Gatorade so what did they do? They put him on the MOON! HA!

Cookie Eat!

I haven't done one of these in a while.

Some day they will make me famous.

Goodbye 19

Today is the last day I'll be a teenager. Yikes. YIKES!

That's all I'm gonna write at the moment.

Maybe you'll see me later.

*Cracks knuckles*

And now it's time for a little story. *Jesse rolls up his sleeves*

Long ago there was a king with three beautiful daughters. *Jesse takes a sip of pop* Everyone agreed that their smiles were brighter than the sun. *Jesse eats a couple of Doritos and wipes his hand on his jeans* Now, even with all the kings wealth and land he loved nothing more than his daughters and would do anything for them. *Pop spills on keyboard, Jesse tries to clean it up* OIne daty, tyhe yoiungest daughtyer was styriocken wiotyh a seriooius iolness. *Jesse tries to make the keys stop sticking together* iooioiauestyeyastotsyeaosyttytytytytyyttyioiioioioziofayayuiaruiofyaiyidattguas *Jesse calls it a lost cause and storms out of his room*

Sam Beam

I'm going to see Iron & Wine perform in about an hour. I'm pretty dang stoked. Woo!

I. You?

Here is another cloud picture. I like. You like?

Picshas

Here are a bunch of random pictures I tweaked on in Photoshop today. Enjoy!

The following sentence means absolutely nothing. Absolutely.

Triangular Ancestry goes back to the bottlenecked substance of derogatory issues pertaining to the mix of white and yellow.

I ain't lion!

K, check it out. Last night I dreamt that I was back in Minnesota and had a pet LION! Holy crap, it was sweet. And this was one of those dreams that you SWEAR was not a dream but actually happening. It was SO cool. He was just like a dog and hung out with me and everything. I remember the dream started with me just sitting in the sun room with the lion by my side. I was just sitting there like everything was normal when I realized, that's a lion! That's MY lion! I have a pet lion! Oh man, you should have been there.


Waking up was sad because I realized that I didn't have a pet lion.







This pretty much sums up the dream. Minus the random shot of that dude with no shirt on.

Recent News

Here are the most important news bulletins in my life at the moment:

-I will probably get to sleep in tommorow.

- I get to see Iron & Wine on the 15th here in Wheaton! That alone will make spending a year here worth it.

-I like Mug Root Beer

-THE GIANTS WON THE SUPERBOWL AND I AM HAPPY ABOUT THAT! BUT ALSO I KINDA FEEL BAD BECAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE RANDY MOSS WIN A SUPERBOWL RING! HE DESERVES ONE! HE'S VERY TALENTED! BUT WATCHING ELI MANNING RECEIVE THE MVP AWARD WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT! WOOO! BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? IT'S GONNA GET REALLY OLD CHEERING FOR SOME RANDOM TEAM EVERY SUPERBOWL BECAUSE THE VIKINGS NEVER MAKE IT! WHY CAN'T THEY JUST WIN GAMES??!?!?!?!?!?!

-I will now stop writing in Caps Lock

-I watched the movie "Rear Window" today and REALLY enjoyed. Alot. James Stewart is da man.

EDIT

-After I posted this I watched "Rope". ANOTHER Hitchcock movie with Jimmy Stewart in it. Also VERY good. Woo!

The Man

Not much else to say

I'm back with a Haiku

I was gone for a few weeks

But now I am back

Keep checking my blog you dork