October: The Month that Stole My Money
It has been a month and a half since any sort of substantive post so here I go with the catch-up game again. If you would like a reference guide to where we are headed on this strange and unconnected trip, please refer to the previous post. A word of warning, some items which will be discussed might not be referred to in said reference post. My apologies.
Grant's 24th Birthday Extravaganza
So I turned, as the title says, 24. The night before the big day I worked, late. Megan stopped by and we hit the Yardhouse where I got pizza and a free dessert because by that time it was actually past midnight. My boss was the first person to call and wish me a happy birthday even though he just kept me over 6 hours for completely unecessary reasons.
The next day was a dual-party at Griffin Park in LA for Chrissy and her friend (though it was neither of their actual birthdays), so I got to bask in the glory of birthday-ness while watching pinatas get bashed, crafts get made, eggs get broken in the egg toss, and some creepy game called "long donkey" get played.
After the party Megan and I had dinner, got another free dessert, changed in my truck, and hit the amazing club Giant. The people were fun, the music was awesome, and a bartender named Merk gave us free water and shots. Go Merk!
Eight days later in post-birthday celebration (also post-graduation celebration) a group of us hit Disneyland to go to the infamous Club 33. We hit some rides (many of which have changed since I have been there), ate amazing food at the only place in Disneyland that serves alcohol, and 12 hours later we were done. Sadly there was no free dessert.
Three days later in even more post-birthday celebration a group of us went to Knott's Scary Farm. I haven't been to Knotts in about 10 years (or more) and I have never been to their Halloween festivities, so this was great. Megan bought some light-up rabbit ears so every maze we went into someone would follow her around rasping, "bunny bunny BUNNY BUNNY!" So one rollar-coaster, a couple mazes, a few bottles of water, and contemplating the hour long line for funnel cake later, we were done.
All in all, an amazing (and amazingly long) birthday.
50Fifty Turns 5
That's mean 5 years, 493 posts (not counting this one), which equals 1 post every 3.7 days, or 1 post every 88.8 hours, or every 5,328 minutes, or every 319,680 seconds. If you have read them all, I applaud you.
Fifty50 Gets Rejected
I think my other site of freeflowing artistic expression is completely dead. With a sense of deja vu I will say: "In accordance with Fifty50 -- Ok, I give up. My page sucks and I know it. I am just going to have to live vicariously through Aaron, Ed, and Christina's sites. That will have to do. But I WILL get MY stuff on THEIR pages. That is my promise. So, you want my stuff (yeah right), go there. Goodbye cruel website world. (I sometimes feel that I give in too easily). This page will stay up as a rememberance of Grant's failure."
Video Games: Great Diversions or Destroyer of Souls
Actually, I don't really feel like talking about this right now, I'll get to it later.
Bottle Openers and Why They Should Work
Why did I tell you guys I would talk about this? The whole story was that I got this cool bottle opener which looked like a moose's head and I had it on my keychain and after like 5 bottles were opened with it the bottom jaw of the moose broke off. Now it looks like a retarded moose. Why would you sell a bottle opener that is purely for ornamental use?!? Why!?!
News Flash: Waiters (and maybe Walters) Sell Their Souls
How much does a waiter have to sell to make $1?
Let's take an average tip rate of 15% (which is supposed to be typical of average service, unless you work at Gaucho, then 8% from, um, certain nationalities, seems like a generous offer). Ok, so:
To make 1 dollar with a 15% tip rate: .15 x X = .999
Answer: $6.66
Now I could go into all sorts of tirades about "all the hell a waiter has to go through to make a buck," or "how waiters have to sell their souls just to make a dollar," or anything along those lines, but it wouldn't have the same effect as you getting a waiting job yourself. So if you haven't done so, do it, you'll feel differently about your waiters from then on.
Poll Results
For the Super Powers Poll, here are the results:
(There is some confusion because someone tried to rescind a vote and make it count for another, so these results might be skewed)
Ability to talk at super speed: 1
Super-fast fingernail growing: 0
Ability to bleed on command: 0
A removable head: 2
Flight for 2 second increments: 5
Wow, looks like people would choose the ability to fly over just about anything, even if only for 2 measly seconds. Also, I guess depending on how fast you could fly, that would leave you x number of feet in the air and then suddenly plummeting towards the pavement. I still say a removable head has better perks.
Conclusion
Alright, you are sorta caught up now. Seriously, I have no money and no time now. October stole all my time due to said events and all my money and now I have to scramble to not fail all my classes at Talbot. Oh Talbot, how I sometimes loathe thee.
p.s.
For Aro, I changed the text size by 1.5 to make things easier to read. Any better? Now it really does look like “waiters.”
For everyone else, I removed the poll. I think I was seriously phoning it in by the end there so you’ll have to do with no more pointless polls from me.
Farewell friends, till...um...probably another month and a half.
::salutes::
