I'm scared out of my mind but holding strong. I got to see a tag team street preacher match on the way to the office this morning. I am also pleased to note that I spotted two people reading Lord of the Flies and The Great Gatsby respectively. Good to see the classics are still in use in this day and age.

I'm so hungry. I should have had breakfast. Plus this place is like an asian breeding ground. Odd. I think I saw Lucy Liu in the art buying section of the office.

Don't worry kate. I'm cured of the yellow fever =p

When I was 16 and a few months, I took my CRX down rte. 355 for the first time at around 10 at night. It was dark yet quite warm out in the middle of October. I had just gotten into a fight with my mom over something stupid so I took my car out to clear my head. If you know of this road then consider yourself lucky as I have shown it to very few people. I thought of it as my road. Exactly 22 miles on the dot from my house at the time to the end of 355. It was two lanes, one light and the speed limits were merely a suggestion to me.

On my travels that night, while the sun had already set early that day, the darkness took over everything in front of me. I could scream out song lyrics if I wanted as I drove with the windows down. In front of me, there was a light that slowly grew larger and larger in the distance. I decided to get lost and take another road that was aiming towards the light in the distance and finally ended up at a crossroads of rte. 75 and rte. 80. I was in the middle of nowhere letting this light in the distance guide me and eventually I ended up at a dragstrip. It was my first time ever seeing such a thing. Here was this dragstrip literally in the middle of nowhere. Farm land as far as the eye could see and smack dab in the middle, a dragstrip.

I paid the 10 bucks, parked as far away from the gleaming muscle cars as possible out of Honda-owning shame and quietly walked to the bleachers and found my seat. Before my eyes, I saw normal human beings, rather, normal working class, blue collared men and woman getting to drive their cars as fast as they could against eachother. And it was legal! Now, I'm a road course kind of car guy myself as I believe it takes more skill to drive fast AND make turns (Nascar isn't a sport, it's going fast and turning left) but as I studied how people would put bags of ice on their manifolds to cool everything down or air down their slicks to get more flat surface on the launch, there definately was a sweet science to this sport. I was hooked.

What was once a chance encounter, turned into an almost weekly visit. I would eventually steal my moms scooter helmet and take it to the track to run my car one night. Scared out of my mind, totally out gunned, I took my first run. I got creamed by a '67 Fastback. My 115hp engine was obliterated. I loved every second of it.

Well, today, the 30th of October was the last day anyone would run at 75 & 80. What was once a local secret will now be a housing development. The almighty dollar has won once again and without getting into dramatics, I present to you some photos I took there today.

Please enjoy.

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Let me prepare you for this link with this. Take notes people...

A Christian Internet Code of Ethics
As a Christian who is active on the internet, I hold myself to certain standards of conduct. They are:
• I guard my online relationships
• I am careful to visit websites that do not compromise my life in Christ
• I take care that my written communications reflect Christ in my life
• I guard my time to assure that my time online is kept in proper balance with the rest of my life and family time



Get your shop on people!

http://www.modestapparelchristianclothingblahblahblah.com

200 hp in a 1/2 ton car.

*faints

Dear God, may I have one? Please?

Public bus drivers in VA sit in Recaro seats. I don't even have recaro seats in my car.



The DC metro isn't anywhere near as nice as the NYC subway. It's cold, dark and boring.



The elvators in my new office building have TV's in them. Beat that.





In my travels today, I had the pleasure of listening to a little chinese man sing to everyone in mandorin on the subway. It was quite beautiful. Then I saw 5 girls run into eachother and I got to hear them squeal like little chickens because one of the girls had gotten engaged. It was cute to watch them all crowd around the ring. I guess girls really do that.

I got a job. After four days of being unemployed. Four.

I had espresso that wasn't from Starbucks, it was from a bodega. It actually tasted like espresso. I ordered it in spanish.

There was a fire on 19th street. A bike girl said hi to me. I had a great lunch with my girlfriend. I'll be working for real clients. I'll be able to concept. I won't be a wrist.

I am going to be happy.

Just when you feel like total and complete ass, you realise just how much you are worth and it makes your day and you then wonder why you were ever down in the first place.

Here's to bad mistakes (yet good lessons learned) and great opportunities in the future.

*does white man dance

okay, well thanks for everything again. sleaze aside, i really do dig your company.
9:52
» you rock my ass.


BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA


I am so going to use that line EVERYWHERE from now on.

"Aw thanks dude for the coffee. You rock my ass."

"Hey mom, thanks for giving birth to me. You rock my ass."

"Dear God, please look after grandma in heaven. You rock my ass."

When it comes to remodeling, safety isn't an issue at JKREW Corp®. Using banned halogen lights to dry drywall mud 4" away from the ceiling? No problem!

I know some of you come here to check things out from time to time and for that I really do thank you. It's nice to see that I can make some people smile/laugh/boot/grimace et al.

For the next few days/weeks (hopefully not weeks) I will be looking for the next path in my life and I will try to focus on just that which leads me away from posting stuff here.

Please understand and send some mojo my way. I'll be back to slackin' soon =)

Cheers.

Argh.

Click me for some hot polar bear on asian action

Well, just got a letter in the mail last night and Virginia wasn't too happy about me requesting F-N SLW so I got the next best thing...




For you non legal kids

Don't be skurred. I will protect you. I have a cricket bat at the ready.

The Presidents of the United States of America just filmed the first music video ever using cellphones. And they used K750i Sony Ericcson's too. My dream phone. (Yes, I have a dream phone, fuck off.)

Info is here

Video is here

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Well, this blog needs some substance so occasionally I will throw up some links and other assorted stuff to make your world better.

I am also trying to get the following words into heavy rotation in american language usage.

Moops; adjective. 1. What is said after making a mistake. ex. Moops! I sure fucked that up doode. My bad.

Dogbie; noun. 1. Zombie dogs. ex. Dude, wtf? I was walking to the pub and some fucking dogbie lunged at me so I caved his head in with a cricket bat.

The links:
IKEA does matrix
It will probably kill your browser but god damn is this cool. Old technology with a very interesting twist. I just like going in circles as fast as possible.

Mel Sadat makes him some pretty pictures

33 things that will make you sound smarter at parties

upso: working for yourself is fun cause you get a lot of time but you dont get a lot of money
JKREW: yeah but I think working in your underwear totally pays for itself

Is it bad that I sometimes want to get out of my car, walk up to the car behind me and punch my hand through the glass, pull the person out and beat the everloving shit out of them simply because they are sitting in their shiny 7 series, talking on their trendy blue tooth headset, sipping on their 5 dollar latté?

I have such a wonderful weekend and then monday comes around and I instantly forget about the last few days and am filled with so much hate, disdain and anger. I don't know why, well I do, but I can't fix it just yet.

While I was driving to work this morning, I caught myself inhaling a large breath and then exhaling while lurching forward and I actually felt my face frown just because I was driving to work.

Holy emo blog. hahaha wow. Someone needs to buy me a kitten or something.

(stolen from kate's blog (link over there on the right)... thanks baby)

before:







during



after

I work, upside down, on Stephanie with Stoner Dave, sweating for almost two hours trying to install a new antennae, which would normally take 5 minutes but noooo, Honda has to make it route through some fucked up hamster maze through the unibody and we eventually had to Dremel out the a-frame to get it to the radio...



while Kate eats pie on the sidewalk.

Yeah I know, don't ask. This is totally innocent, I swear.

Well, ladies and gents, I've decided that I need to get out of this ugly rut STAT. I can't afford to be a douche anymore and quite honestly, I don't enjoy being an asshole to everyone. Today is a new day and when I mean today, I mean from 6:01 this evening.

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Anyways, onwards and upwards. I don't want to go to work everyday and loathe it until 6pm rolls around. Ok, changing subject quickly... I went to Lindsay VW tonight to talk to Carey about doing her slutty website but she was busy talking to customers. The funny thing was, two of the dealers there for whom I don't recall ever meeting walked by me while I was watching TV in the lounge and was like "Hey JKREW"... um, ok hahahaha.

Next it was home, I got an antennae for stephanie so I can finally replace her busted one and went next door to daves house. We decided that eating healthy was for the birds so we took steph out (who hadn't leaked any oil in a week) to get some Popeyes. With a quick stop off to Best Buy and not being able to purchase Undead, WTF?! We went and got our 12 piece and were on our way.

We got home, stuffed ourselves silly, watched Road Trip, saw some boobies of a very beautiful Amy Smart and laughed ourselves silly. The roomie came over and we discused why I wrote such a shitty blog about him, I apologised and we made up. Then I went back to my place and I know this is really gay, I cleaned up and catagorised my email. All 3,649 emails. Cleaned up. Thank God. 2 years of emails. Ugh.

Then I talked to kate a bit, checked on my ebay auction (I am trying to win a new cluster for steph that actually has a tachometer on it so I can tell when to shift on that god damn weird revving CX engine of hers) and I know, I know, actually texted my ex girlfriend jess about a stupid cartoon that I used to watch back in the day. We texted back and forth a bit with random chit chat and it went surprisingly well. I was shocked and somewhat pleased that I got to talk with her albeit over text messaging without ending up in an argument over pettyness.

Now I am going to just go relax until Kate gets off from work. Yes, I could have gone out street racing tonight. I could have gone out to the dub meet. I could have gone to leah's house to hang out but really, all I wanted to do was just be a homebody for once which I rarely get to do and be by myself. God I miss Kate. I probably sound ghey and whatnot but I do miss her a lot lately. It's feels good knowing she will be here soon. I feel so sick to my stomach but she always makes me feel better.

I actually have a smile on my face for once. It's a good feeling.

Tomorrow, dave and I are making Nelson benches. Full write up to follow. God, we're metro. I am going to miss the fuck out of him when he is gone. It's so crappy that we are getting so close just weeks before he leaves.

Day 10 of being woken up in the middle of the god damn night. If you were living in a two bedroom condo and your roommate was asleep exactly 15 feet away from the washer and dryer, wouldn't simple god-given common sense tell you that washing a bundle of clothes at 4:30 in the morning would be a bad thing?

Seriously, this is EXACTLY why they have 5 day waiting periods for guns.

Someone is going to die soon and so far my dog and my neighbour are on my good list.

Shit, before a masters, i think he needs to just "REDO" college

=)

workis4jerks: I was hanging out at Galaxy Hut last night, and ran into a couple of friends of mine who I've played music with a couple of times, and one of them started talking about this new musical project idea he came up with that he thinks we should try...
... and he starts joking around about how great it will be...
JKREW: *prepares self
workis4jerks: ... how people will uncontrollably crap their pants...
... and soak their panties...
JKREW: steady...... steady
workis4jerks: ... and other such female-magnet-type retardedness...
JKREW: stay on target...
workis4jerks: and keep in mind one of these guys is a pudgy-ish asian kid who's balding...
... and the other is a big-and-tall dude, also balding...
JKREW: slowly losing interest...
*looks at shiny object on floor
workis4jerks: ... and at one point he goes "we're gonna get all the ladies, man (still joking)...
.... and the other guy goes, without any sarcasm, "Are you kidding? Look at us!"
"Us."
JKREW: HAHAHAHAHAHA
workis4jerks: Fuck.
JKREW: that's awesome
workis4jerks: Yeah, really awesome.
JKREW: yeah well beat this... I was at my grandmothers wake and the oldest guy there comes up to me, rubs my stomach and goes "Hmmm, letting yerself go Jason? Better not let kate go because who knows what you could get if she did."
workis4jerks: Wow.
JKREW: Yeah, so after putting the spoon back into the can of Crisco, I politely walked into the bathroom to cry for 15 minutes.
workis4jerks: No way. You know you took the Crisco with you. Don't lie.
JKREW: *weeps
Yes, you're right.
workis4jerks: You just made it saltier.
With  tears.
JKREW: hahahahaha I mean *cries

Do you know how long it's been since I have slept throughout the entire night? 11 days. Yep, I haven't gotten more than maybe 5 hours of sleep a night for 11 days. I am rotting from the inside out and I am beginning to get scared. My eyes are yellow, I get fevers several times a day. I get dizzy. I threw up 4 times last night. When I do sleep, I have nightmares. I wake up sweating and then can't go back to bed at all so I either just sit there on my back, watch tv or go work on personal projects in the dark computer room.

I know I'm not the best person to live with. Ok, I'm probably the worst. It's either my way or the highway but god damnit, I really can't live with people. The only roommate that I really 100% got along with was stoner dave but now he's leaving which is another sad story on it's own. I just want to sleep. I come home, eat dinner, and then go straight into my room for the rest of the night.

Maybe it's just the past month getting me down but I really need to snap out of this rut because I'm becoming quite mentally unproductive. Do most of you realise that almost 95% of the population is "working for the weekend"? That's kind of sad don't you think? Everyone wants to breeze through five whole days just to have fun for two? Why can't you want to get through the weekend just to get to the week?

I realised the other day that a majority of my job responsibility is making call flows that people at AOL read to rebut customers who call and want to cancel their accounts. Yes, I make the sheets pretty to look at by the slime who work at AOL call centers who try to keep customers using their dated, piece of shit online service. I don't even use AOL. I stopped using AOL 10 years ago. I hate AOL. But it pays.

It pays? How is that a good reason to waste 40 hours of my life a week? I know people who document Orca whale migration for a living. I know someone who gets to spend rich people's money customizing their european autos. I make call flows. Sometimes I make 20 a week. Occasionally I get to make a poster... with a callflow on it. *sigh

I remember when I was a lot younger, I would take the metro into DC. I think the first time I hopped the train by myself, I was 12. Tenleytown was the stop to be exact. I would get off the train, take the escalator up to the outside world and my grandmother would be waiting for me. We would walk the 15 blocks down wisconsin avenue to the toy store which was privately owned so it wasn't a fuck-all huge place like Toys R' Us. I would pick out a model kit or a lego kit and we were on our way. Then it was a block down the road to GC Murphy & Co which used to be a real deal five and dime store. Like one of those stores you see in ads from the 50's where folks would go to shop as well as catch a meal at the diner inside. We would pick out a few more bath toys, bubble bath or hairnets for my grandma and make our way down the street one more block to this place called the Zebra Room. I would order a small cheese pizza, she would order the club sandwich. As we ate, I would look out the window as the hustle and bustle passed everything by. I was so excited to see so many people and cars and hear so much noise. It was off to the Giant supermarket where we would get chicken nuggets, salad ingredients, vanilla ice cream, root beer and a small frozen tube of tangerine juice for myself.

Four more blocks down the road, we would finally reach our destination, The Chancery. Smack dab right in front of the National Cathedral. Grandma would say hello to the lady working the front desk with a switchboard straight out of the 50's with wire RCA plugs and everything. We would get in the elevator made of wood (that I always thought would break apart on our way up to the 8th floor) and go inside her small two bedroom apartment. She would make some tea as I would watch the Channel 7 news. She would immediately make dinner for me while I sat at the table watching her do her thing. I would cut off a finger right now just to have one more of her salads. She served them in one of those wooden bowels and fuck if it wasn't the best salad I have ever had in my entire life to this day.

Afterwards I would take a bath in her tub that was surrounded by tile that was probably 30-40 years old. I would finish and she would come in and fill up a glass of water to wash all of the bubbles away. After that I would go into the living room again to make my model kit while she played cards right next to me. She loved solitaire. She would go through a deck of cards a week she played so much. It was so calming to hear her shuffle those cards while I continued on making my model kit of a Ferrari GT California.

Bed time would come around so we retired to her bedroom with I Love Lucy beds. She would take the left one, I the right. She would read those horrible tabloids because a fellow tenant down the hall would always give them to her after she read them. So while grandma read, I watched TV or made cool downhill ski slopes for my matchbox cars with the bed sheet. I would sit up and bend my knees to make a hill and then slid cars down the path. Over and over again until I was tired. 9 o clock would roll around and grandma and I would go to bed. I would tell her I loved her, she would return the favour and we would sleep. She always kept the window open and as I laid there, I would hear the sound of traffic on the street below. Ambulances or fire engines would roll by and it would make me smile. I loved that sound. It wasn't the same as new york city by a long shot. It was calming to me. Just to hear everything on the bust street below. I slept like a baby when I was there.

I was going to end this story by saying that that the five and dime and the zebra room had given way to a starbucks and popeyes chicken. I was going to say that I had to move my grandmother out to a nursing home and would never see that apartment building again. I was going to say that I would never be able to eat that god damn perfect salad again for the rest of life but I won't end it that way.

I will end the story by saying this... I love my grandmother. I never truly appreciated all that she did for me until today and after writing out every detail of my visit to her, I must say she busted her grandma ass just to make me happy and I will always be grateful for that. I will always be able to go back and remember how happy I was going to see her. I mean, what else do grandmas do but spoil the shit out of their grandkids? I would have to say she did a wonderful job doing so.

Just joined a bonsai tree messageboard...
*sigh

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Bugs bugs bugs. Bah.

www.projectcx.com

I'm so stoked =)

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JKREW: hey christian, just wanted to remind you that the new nickleback drops today. You don't want to miss that shit especially for your hot date on friday!

... 20 seconds go by...

workisforjerks: Being a member of the "Nicklebackpackers," I got an early release copy, thanks.
JKREW: hahaha damn you and your rapist's wit. It has bested me once more and I will now go back to work with the heavy burden of shame on my shoulders.

• got a wreckless street racing ticket
• re-hemmed my curtains
• anti-allergen cleaned the carpet
• got some plants and re-potted them
• filled 13 trash bags with clothes and donated them
• filled 12 bags of trash
• went to ocean city with kate and had the best weekend ever
• beat my friend in a street race *see above
• researched an engine swap for stephanie
• raced an SRT-4 with my mom in her supercharged mini
• prepared for my grandmother's passing
• redecorated the house
• acclimated carson to other dogs
• washed my car, kate's car and nicks jeep
• did 6 loads of laundry
• had dinner with kate's family and got to talk to her dad about stephanie
• celebrated my 29th birthday
• went shopping with my mom
• blew off my dad (oops)
• brought kate to her first junkyard
• relaxed