in charlie sheen's shoes

i don't know why people are giving charlie sheen such a hard time about his recent interviews. it only makes sense that the highest-paid tv actor in the world--for crap acting on a crap sitcom--would have warped self-perception.

know-a-nerd

bars in slc have trivia nights, but i've yet to find any spelling bees. perhaps people here worry that spelling bees are too serious, too nerdy, but they don't have to be. in nyc, e.g., the hosts made it fun by starting out with get-to-know-you questions.

poopie patroller

today was a deep powder day. as with most such days, the resort did not open all at once but progressively as control work was done. knowing what patrol would open next was key to getting fresh pow, and one patroller was unusually helpful.

erik demaine, soul mate

i never would have guessed, but turns out my 'type' is a long-haired, glass-blowing, origami-making, fanny pack-wearing, canadian computer geek. you may think we have nothing in common, but you're wrong: we both have our obsessions.

don't tell mom the babysitter's braindead

i gotta job tomorrow night. now i know what you're thinking: i'm overqualified, too old, too smart, too cool to be a babysitter. and you're right, except for the 'old' part. but i love the idea of babysitting: baby and self stuffing our faces and watching movies all night.

and the list shortens

earlier tonight when trying to park in the driveway i ran over the garbage can and then mailbox. the garbage can is fine, but the mailbox is destroyed and my list of lures shorter.

heart-on

while job-hunting i'm keeping an eye out for other ways to earn money. a western bar in town has bikini bull-riding contests every week (winner gets $100), but frankly it sounds unhygienic. today i saw that a nearby club is hosting a valentine's day costume contest--500 bucks, which is better.

cool today, crazy tomorrow

friend gave me feetie pajamas that she had shrunk and consequently were too short, and ever since if i am home i am wearing them. it's kind of automatic (the other night i came in just to grab my id to go to bar but - poof! - came on the pajamas); they are not good for social life. tonight all i wanted to do was go to the liquor store. i decided to go as is.

i shared photo. reaction:

'hahha!'

'u are cool.'

'yay, let's partay!'

but it was no joke. i didn't wanna take off the pajamas--feetie-pj me is all about comfort. and i'm saving the above comments so when i'm 80 i don't feel bad about self. 

(when you're 80 you can palm wine bottles.)