Robert's Beck anecdote

"Earlier this year Carline and I were walking in Vancouver and I said 'that guy looks like Beck'. And he was wearing crazy clothing and was with the actor Giovanni Ribisi's sister, who he was apparently dating.

Carline without looking replies 'no, totally not him'. So as he just passed us, I said 'let's pretend we forgot something' and walked back after him.

Then Carline looks at him and says 'that is totally him'. And it was apparent that it was him as other people were saying stuff like 'I love your music, gonna see you tomorrow at the Seattle show.'

However, Carline could not help staring at Beck and she kept looking at him creepily until he got obviously nervous and nessled into me. And then he said 'hey man, do you know where burrard is?' And I told him 'about two blocks that way' and he said 'Cool man'.

The kicker, was upon further inspection he was wearing the exact outfit that he did in his ticketmaster advertisements."

----------
To this anecdote I give my highest rating, the derek zoolander "cool story, hansel"


salsa anecdote

so, last night i was going to snack on some tortillas with salsa while watching some tv. i was adjusting my seating arrangement and inadvertently knocked the jar of salsa from off it's place on my coffee-table-like piece of furniture.

in the slowed down moment that was its fall to the carpet, i had time to think "no problem, it will all fall in one place".

i could not be more wrong, it exploded everywhere, the initial blast radius being the area under my futon. i quickly grabbed some cloths to clean it up. while cleaning, i saw that salsa shrapnel had reached the top of my futon, a blanket on the futon, and pillows. after applying carpet cleaner (handy to have when you're spilly mcgee) i found some more salsa behind one end of the futon (the jar fell at the diametrically [i know big words, and i occasionally like to (mis)use them] opposite end of the futon).

after tv, i was tired and decided to crash on the cleaned up futon. pushing the coffee table away from arms reach (so as not to kick off my laptop in the night) i felt some sticky goo on the coffee table arm. it had been salsanated.

i got up, turned on a light and cleaned it up. while waking this morning, my eyes gazed upwards and saw salsa on the ceiling!! i have a fairly high ceiling, i'll guestimate it at 9.5 feet. using some high school kinematics equations, i can say that despite it's 2 foot freefall, making it have a velocity of about -3.6m/s when it hit the floor, the salsa had to have an initial upward velocity of atleast 7.7m/s. Thus making the "rubber coefficient" - (f%&* it, it's been 6 years since i took a physics course) of the floor fantastic. crazy!