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(Not) Getting stiffed at a wedding

Ryan — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 06:53:31 +0000

Update 11/5/2008: Tyra has received the check. I’ll replace this post with a nicer version once she gives me the okay.

Update 11/13/2008: Tyra got paid, this is over. I’m removing the text and image, as well as the comments.

Mohawkin’

Ryan — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 20:53:15 +0000

Frank and Katie left today to hike their way up the Appalachian Trail for the next few months. Before leaving, Frank decided he wanted a mohawk for the trail. I provided the clippers, and took pictures. The full gallery is up on Facebook, but here are some choice shots.

Have fun on the trail! We already miss you!

Lazy Sunday in February

Ryan — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 18:57:48 +0000

Yesterday was Tyra’s 34th birthday. Her party was on Saturday, so yesterday was mostly recovery. I spent the day reading about how to build things, like a cheap steadycam mount, a cardboard solar dehydrator, and a greenhouse. Skippy spent the day sleeping. We finally managed to get up around 6, and wandered over to Tyra’s to help polish off some of the leftovers from her dinner party. The weather here was crap, with high winds and rain all day.

Silhouettes

Candles and water

Ryan — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 15:33:17 +0000

Glass bowl, add candles, glass shells, and water

You can find this decorative bowl sitting in various places in Kim’s house. It serves both as a decoration, and as a roaming kitty hydration device.

White and blue

Here’s a closer look.

Home: Dinner and Grey’s Anatomy

Ryan — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 06:19:52 +0000

Ladies Night on the Couch

See, it’s once again after midnight, and here I am. It’s really hard to get up in the morning.

Tonight was dinner at Kim’s, and we had sloppy joes and baked beans. I made vegan sloppy joes: 2 cups of TVP reconstituted in 1.5 cups of Better than Bullion No Beef Base, then cooked with a bunch of ketchup, some mustard, and a small amount of white vinegar. It was delicious. Afterwards, the women got cozy on the couch, while I, the lone man tonight, hid under a pillow on a big chair.