here's why

the fuck the police post, in bulleted quick re-cap form:
also, don't mind the spelling errors, as i don't care to fix them (fuck tha typos too!)

-hot august nights = increase in crime! (according to rgj which means reno puts about 10,00 more cops with not a lot to do out on the street)

-my friend's car is broken into, laptop, ipod stolen, he's in the bar accross the street from where his car is parked and he's obviously upset, crying, doing what people do when this type of situation arises (ie, freaking out/crying/wanting to be alone)
-go outside, there's like 10 cops and drunk tank in the parking lot my friends car is parked at (ironic, no?)

- then later, someone runs inside the bar saying that bike locks are being cut! by cops! everyone freaks out, goes outside. turns out 1 bike lock has in fact been cut, by a cop. his reason? the bike was on a street light not where it should have been. it was also hot august bikes day, and there's like 20 bicycles locked up to a variety of shit, up and down the street. whaaaa? i later look up muni code on this, and it only specifies that bikes should be lock in racks, or on curbs, etc, and that obstructions of sidewalks code and can only peice that very very loosely, the cop could interpret the law that way, but if cops are going around cutting locks when bikes are locked up to trash cans, signs, etc, (and actually on a curb and not blocking the sidewalk in anyway) that they should be cut because they're on the sidewalk is crap. and fucked up.

-so then there's like 10 cops in front of the bar, with all these kids freaking out, at like 4 in the morning and my friend who had his car broken into walks across the street holding an open container (he went to drink and be sad in his car) jay walks not really realizing all the cops are out front, and they run after him and arrest him and then throw him in the drunk tank while all we can do is stand there speechless and helplessly watch this go down. bullshit. can't cut the guy a break?

-oh and then the cop my other friend and i are asking questions to (about the bikes and shit mostly) actually asks for my friends id to make sure he's old enough to be drinking.


maybe i should file this under reasons i hate hot august nights or something? really i just felt that the police even standing around looking bored or looking to ticket people for jay walking (seriously they threatened at least 10 people) was fucking a waste and a let down. in conclusion, reno pd deserves reno 911! because it really is that dumb. and pointless. and inefficient.

fuck tha police

no really. fuck them.

pho sho

today, i randomly ran into tonyboy when walking to pho with aislynn. he parks his car haphazardly in a spot, hops out and offers me a free chromeo ticket. for a show in san francisco. tonight. he's leaving town now. do i want it? fuck yes i do, but i work in AN HOUR. fuck. he then offers it to aislynn, whom he's only just met about a second ago. we tell him we'll think about it and to call us from a pay phone after buying oil for his car.

10 minutes later, i've zoned out walking around downtown, so we've walked like 5 blocks past pho at this point (oops! destination unknown) i can't get a hold of co-workers, but aislynn and i decide, fuck it, we'll both go, one of us will scalp a ticket. call work, my co-worker blows my cover to hell, and the fucking lawyer in library program is busy busy busy, which means there is no way i can go unless i want to fuck over a bunch of people with legal problems that are already getting fucked over.

aislynn ends up going with tonyboy, so i'm curious to see how that goes. god i wish i could've gone, would've been so ridiculous. instead, i ate pho by myself, and listened to some kid ask a vietnam vet if he ever ate pho in nam. the vet was covered in tattoos (actually, all three of the dudes looked like bikers) and kept responding with answers like "are you fucking serious?! we couldn't go eat with the locals. they were trying to kill us. and we were killing them."

and then just helped a man that used to "teach" (i use the term very, very loosely) me in middle school who was trying to file for medical bankruptcy-which does not exist. he didn't recognize me, but i remembered him because he was such a pompous toolbag and his woman (who was my science teacher and fraud of a drama/dance instructor in my joke of a performing arts program) once told a 13 yr old me that i had "no drive." gee, thanks.

in conclusion, i love that reno is so small i can run into friends offering me tickets and a trip to the bay area RIGHT NOW, but hate that it is so small that old pseudo teachers come in to my work with weird legal questions. ugh.

non sequitir: there are wasps living in the frame of my car door. also, i can't say the word "wasps" without is sounding like i've added about thirty extras "s" to it and very leaky "s" at that. need to kill those mother fuckers, stat!

shaky

they (oh the elusive theys! everywhere, everyone, yet no one...) they being construction workers are ripping up the road behind me, making the court house sway a bit and shake. i can hear vague twangs of gee-tar and some deeper man singing coming in from the windows (which i think we all learned were not bullet proof when judge weller was shot through his window).
this weekend was fucking weird. so much for the calming down thing.

friday went to nikki beach to go see biz markie-borrowed a dress and heels and was about 9 feet tall all night. kept waiting and waiting for biz markie to take the tiny makeshift stage infront of the pool, to no avail. finally walk over and see that the so-so dj was actually biz markie. so glad i did not pay the $20 cover to see that, thank god for friends that know everyone in this god damn town.
whoa, there goes the building moving on me again. it's making feel drunk or something.

after nikki beach, went to pearl, which is really just all city live with white walls covering the fake-ass tags (i'm told "winger" is one of them) on the walls and instead have dangling white fabric where burning man chicks in white bikinis twirl around, to a better dj than biz markie.
finally leave grand sierra resort, and go to a friends where the beer is free, as is the top ramen.

saturday was chapel's one year anniversary, which means i got black out drunk (which never happens. still horrified) and apparently had a 5 minute long conversation with cassie that i have no recollection of. oops!

sunday was my friends b-day and of course, the stars aligned and he picked nikki beach for us to all go to again. i seriously have stayed away from that place for like the 2 years it's been open and i've been mocking it only to find myself there twice in one weekend. sometimes i love love how ridiculous things are. like us getting vip passes and standing in the sand where there's a famous football players and boys dressed like team zissou, later followed by weird round table experiences (every table in the god damn restuarant was filthy) and the night ending with all of us in a hotel suite that had been turned into a night club complete with a dj and dancing green lights. seriously, weirdest weekend ever. jeez louise. oh, and swimming in the pool was awesome. i hadn't done that in so long.
tonight is another b-day bash...oh, its hard to concentrate with all the drilling in the background.
basically, last weekend was totally weird and i made off with a stolen pair of team zissou's shorts, salt + pepper shakers, towels, and a lotion and single cup instant coffee mix. there's nothing more than i love than stealing from hotels. so guilt free!

sinking ships

the last few months have been so all over the place. march broke my heart, april pulverized what fragments were left. may was pretty kick ass though, as was june (saw tom waits!).

in the last four months, i've met so many new people, lost some old friends, and re-kindled ones that had for whatever reason faded, so i feel like it's been sort of a draw. perhaps a little too much drinking in june, and making out....eh, whatever. i'm 23, fuck it. trying to not make out with 4 different people this month though, and not be at the same bar 5 nights in a fucking row. jesus.

but it's saturday, i'm at work. It's surprisingly very busy today, so i guess it's good i didn't call in sick like i had wanted to and go do the rat race (floating, drinking a ton for cash prizes down the river). kind of feeling like my rampage is maybe slowing down. lord knows my wallet can't keep up with it.

hopefully i'll find a roommate and not have to move. get my bikes fixed, get a new job and in general, function better. fitter; happier.

or at least get a job where i don't have to listen to fucking patrons clipping their nails, drooling on papers, farting so loudly i can hear them across the library and a boss that asks if i know about when my grandpa will be dying to she can arrange the time off i need for the funeral. seriously. what. the. fuck?!

rest in peace grandpa. april 27. he was still hilarious even up to the very end.

2008's been a hard year, and something tells me that although certain aspects are getting better, others will be getting worse. i'm just feeling like a sinking ship trying to stay afloat. god the image of a sinking ship is a fucking beautiful romantic one...

less work, more blog

now with photos! (see earlier post of me rambling about taking more photos of the places i visit)

also, yes it's that slow here at work.

and...storm of the ass hats actually did dump some snow on us. and its dumping more on us in a few hours. wheee! correction, it's snowing now. as we speak (via the interweb).

virginia city (not taken by me)

this place was rad, because it had been left abandoned for so long, parts of the roof were caved in and sections of the floorboards were missing, exposing dirt, or a large hole in the kitchen. looked like it caught on fire (or something) several decades ago. the wallpaper was this amazing old fabric-i took a section of it.

the house is totally weird and there was snow inside as well(there's virtually no roof). no front door, only chicken wire. not sure how the porch is even still standing.

american flats, an old silver and gold refinery, outside of virginia city.

this place is crazy, and i love it. also owned by blm (federal bureau of land management) and they will fine your ass if you get caught out there. so of course it's a good idea to post photos of it online. yes, i am that stupid.

there are several of shells of huge buildings, with only exposed concrete and rebar left. one of the buildings has a whole floor that's under water (with fish living in it! and the water's bright green! with cyanide in it! and swamp things! maybe! who knows!) there's a bunch of old school tags on everything too.

totally dangerous, and trespassing, but fucking amazing.

oh, and yes, everyone in reno still talks like it's the 1980s-early 90s (see use of "rad" and "totally") . we also happen to have a large population of juggalos that come out during the summer and hijack a park next to the river....god i love this town.

storm of the ass hats

today was two parts ass hat(my new favorite phrase of the new year), one part "storm of the century" (which hasn't done anything yet here, but blow air. literally) equals title.

also, it's a good thing no one reads this, as this is only amusing to me.

marriage looks more and more like a stupid mistake the older i get (and the more people i know that do it, excluding a few). yet, i still hope to one day make that dumb mistake. stupid idealism.