Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Apparently We Are Wrong about San Francisco

I went here for my MN Driver's License. I expected to find the usual CA bureaucratic building, but instead it was in a strip mall with this on the back of it, facing the freeway onramp/offramp and a cemetary. I am so there come October...

Saturday, February 23, 2008

For You Obamaramas!

Peter's latest creation! Visit

Tuesday, February 19, 2008


Childhood friend Tiffani Yamamoto (since age 12?) left her job in Old Media and its regrettable location: The Central Valley. Now, Tiffani is on beachside real estate and working the Internet. No, she's not in adult films (I think) but in her very own video log!

Catch the current Vlog!

Full Body, Real Beauty, Extreme Makeover

At work we distribute the latest book from Leonard Nimoy (yes, the one you're thinking of) called The Full Body Project. I no longer have cable [sob!] but thankfully here's a clip of Mr. Nimoy on The Colbert Report just last week:

Then, over the weekend, my friend Feyza sent this Greek advert from Dove:

However, when I find this picture of myself from Purvi's wedding, I want to diet, tan, and seek plastic surgery:

With a neck like that my name should be Jaime Pelican instead! And what's with my nose, anyway? Oh well...

I'm sorry, were you expecting something about big ears...?

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Tornadoes in Jackson

Here are some photos from the tornadoes that hit the Jackson, TN area this week. It's where we keep all the books! The warehouses were untouched and all the employees are safe.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

A Super Tuesday

I took this somewhere in Minneapolis but I can't remember where. Anyhoo, this is my brain on teleconferences!

Monday, February 4, 2008


Having a remote-controlled gas fireplace for a heater is pretty sweet, but waking up with a cracked nose is not. That's where a cool mist humidifier comes in.

I originally wanted Hello Kitty, but she looked like a messed up daruma. Sponge Bob looked real enough...actually too real. There were other animal shapes, but this penguin looked the most fitting, and at full blast it looks like he's blowing out smoke. Regardless, the downtown Minneapolis Target sold at least 20 others in the five minutes I was at checkout.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Macy Gray

Macy Gray is one of my three housemates. Despite my spotty history with dogs (there's a Great Dane dead in the ground with a chunk of my arm in her stomach), Macy and I are buddies. Her hobbies are napping, rolling in other dogs' poo, napping, using her tail to knock on my door, napping, and napping.
And yes, that's one blue eye and one brown eye.

For the few weeks I've lived in this house, I kept wondering who she reminded me of, and then it hit me:

Guy Noir, Jaime's Car

I bought myself a 2008 black Toyota Yaris, and it's great! Because all the gauges and controls are in the center, there are loads of weird compartments for storage, and the back has plenty of room for hauling the last of my boxes from my office to home. I bought it at Luther Toyota which looks like a sort of ToyotaLand rather than a dealership, making anyone want to just hang out there with the wonderful employees! Of course, the free doughnuts, coffee, and Nickelodeon helps. I wonder if they'd be suspicious if I always showed up for Sponge Bob...

Cold enough for ya?

It got even colder on Thursday, January 24:

And this is how I dressed for work:

Friday, February 1, 2008

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Ladies! (Get funky)

Stuck between flat-chested and boobalicious? Perhaps you’re a non-broad with a not-broad chest but need support for your man tits. Well, there’s help for some of us: training bras!

See, little girls aren’t so little anymore, and the Target girls’ department has a training bra or two that equal a 36B, and since it’s for the so-called beginners, there’s no unnecessary underwire! Plus, for the price, it’s pretty easy to check your pride outside of the dressing room for a few minutes.

I looked for a photo on the website, but no luck. You'll just have to go there for yourselves.