You Down with IPPC?

The [actual] shit hit the [proverbial] fan last week at my job (which made for a really messy and confusing situation) when several people were fired for... well, that remains to be seen. Captain Lumpy Face grows more evil with every waking moment.

On the lighter side of things, I'm taking an online course to be certified to teach as a second language, meaning that I got too afraid of committing to Seattle and will travel the world spreading my culture and language to people in squalid, third-world countries. They'll love me!

Tim McCarty recently knocked the pants off the International Poker Playing Community (IPPC) by roundly kicking the shit out of several "old hats," then inventing a new game (Queens & Fours) at which he also "kicked ass." After seeing this maniac's mad skills on Saturday night, I highly doubt that, had he actually been sober, the IPPC would have been able to handle such card-playing virtuosity.

In other news, I think I may have recieved my first official "drunk dial" ever. On the same night as the poker revolution, Walker, drunk and surprisingly unbelligerent, rang me up. Our conversation was brief, yet civilized. She had no recollection of calling, me however, so drunk was the evil hip-hopstress. What a week.

Now, I have to go to the bathroom.

Sometimes it takes a third nostril to see the forest for the trees

I gave myself a third nostril the other day - nose piercing. It hurt a hell of a lot more than I thought it would, but I'm quite pleased with the results. My nose looks even more adorable with a little cubic zirconia stone embedded in it.

My cousin Devin is the valedictorian of her graduating class at Kendall College of Art and Design and we're all so proud of her. She's an immensely talented artist (you can view her web site here). Her graduation party was yesterday - it was a good turnout with some fine spinach dip. Afterward, the cuz, her boyfriend, and I went to her apartment to watch movies and be vegetables. And eat lots and lots of junk food (I'm still feeling the after effects of several fluffer-nutter sandwiches).

There's no food in the house this week, as it is finals (for all those students) and the last week to live here before the move-out date. I'm going to be eating a lot of peanut butter... that's assuming that there will be enough bread to last the week. I may have to bite the bullet and buy some more food. Or, I can just go out to dinner every night this week. If anybody wants to make dinner plans, feel free to call me. I'm booked for Tuesday evening.