Feeding the blog beast.

Several random thoughts:

My mother keeps begging me to write a new post on my blog because she obsessively checks to see if there’s a new post, but every time she checks she has to read about my penis, or, excuse me, Billy Zabka, and she doesn’t want to read about Billy Zabka anymore.

However, speaking of Billy Zabka, in case you don’t read comment threads, I would like to thank Angela for my favorite comment of the week:
















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“I totally want to have business cards made up that list me as: Angela Kang, A.O.E.P.P.

“And when people ask what it stands for, I'll say (in a bad British accent): "Authority on Erik Patterson's Penis".

“(I don't know why it needs to be said in an accent. It just does.)”

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Well, I think that’s a great idea,
so I am officially anointing
my friend Angela
as my A.O.E.P.P.

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My step-mom’s boyfriend Dale gave me a Motorola razor phone last night and it’s so fucking cool. I am completely obsessed with it. I don’t think of myself as a gadget person, but I guess I really am one.

This phone has a camera and a video feature too (though I haven’t completely figured out the video part of the phone yet) (actually, I kind of understand how to use it, I just don’t know if there’s a way to ever get the videos off of my phone and onto my computer) (but give me time) and, as you can see from the photos on the left, I have been having fun with my new camera phone.
















Do you remember when you were a kid (like 8 or 9 or 10 years old) and your parents would let you play with their camera and you would go crazy and take pictures of the dumbest things, just because you could? Like, I remember going on a trip, I can’t remember where we went, but I do remember the pictures I took:

--There was this great picture of the toilet in the airplane.
--There were several pictures of my feet.
--There were a few pictures of the sidewalk.
--I think there was a picture of my mom’s chin.

You know, when you’re a kid with a camera, you take lots of bad pictures like that.

Well, I’m kinda like that with my new phone. I’m all snap this and snap that. Like, I was driving home and I started taking pictures of the street through my car window. Why on earth would I ever want pictures of the street through my car window? I think it’s because my cell phone lacks the concept of “film” so I go hogwild.

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Speaking of being a kid and taking really bad photos, that reminds me of this field trip we took in fifth grade to Chinatown in Los Angeles. It was this big field trip—we came up to LA in several buses—but I can’t really remember what we were specifically coming to see. I just remember eating lots of junk food, and I also remember that I had decided I was obsessed with this girl Katie Hawkins—I had decided that I was in love with her—and so I followed her around and took an entire roll of pictures of her. I got her backside in some of the photos, and some of the photos feature Katie giving me a look that’s like “why are you taking my picture again?” and then some of the photos feature Katie looking at one of her friends and talking to them and it looks like she’s probably saying “why is Erik taking my picture again?”

But that’s what happens when you’re young and in love and you have a camera.
















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Two years later, at the end of seventh grade, Katie and I would run against each other for Eighth Grade Class President.

In my election speech, I vowed to “bring back school Read-a-Thons.”

Katie, my former “love,” won.

I remember, after the election, one of my friends who was already on the ASB, and was therefore in charge of counting the votes, told me that I had received two votes.

Two votes.

And I voted for myself, so one of them was mine.

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I had dinner with my friend Lara and her daughter tonight and I haven’t seen them in forever it was so fucking great to see them. Actually, I should say it was so f-u-c-k-i-n-g great to see them, since we spent most of the night spelling out curse words. Not that we were participating in some sort of curse word spelling bee, I’m just saying that when the occasion to curse would come up, we would spell the words out for the sake of her daughter. (Why did I feel the need to spell that out?) (Sometimes I really wonder about myself.)

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I still need to post pictures from my dinner with Bonnie and Keith and PAM the other night.
















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Joe Chandler, you still need to post a comment on the “Best TV characters” blog entry. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.

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I did a really big New Thing yesterday, but I’m too tired to blog about it right now. It deserves a blog entry of it’s own. But I just wanted to acknowledge that I did it.