Robb of the Day XXX - No funny stuff.

You were expecting some porn, or maybe a pic of Vin Diesel or Ice Cube? No such, bitches. Just me, messing with Photo Booth more.

I've got my eye on you.

Politicalized

Robb of the Day XXIX - Just... weird.

Thermal effect on Photo Booth really just interprets brightness as heat. You figure it out.

Robb of the Day XXVIII - Robb Witch Project

I'M SO SCARED!

Dude of the Day I

I'm feeling very dude today. Gotta take 'er easy before the big weekend of nonstop things going on.

Prick

I needed to kill some time before meeting with someone, so I hit up the Starbucks on Belmont and Clark.

I waited in the line while the cashier chatted with a customer in front me about stupid bullshit. After a minute or so (a minute is a long time when you're listening to annoying conversation,) annoying customer went away, and I stepped up to order my Vanilla Latte.

She was way too nice. She was so nice, I could tell she didn't care if I knew she was being fake. She was great at small talk, and was cheery to a fault. I ordered my drink, sure to say 'large'.

She chirped: "Venti Vanilla Latte." to the Barista, and I paid.

I found a seat, all the way to west side of the window facing Belmont. My phone rang, it was Shayne. I answered it, and as I did the barista called out my drink.

I walked over and thanked her, as I was talking to Shayne. Taking my latte, I walked back to my seat. As I approached, a short and pudgy black dude, probably in his sixties, was rushing toward my seat. Pushing past me, he said 'excuse me', and plopped down in my seat.

"Excuse me, I was sitting there."

"No you wasn't."

"My things are here, I just got my drin-"

"You bag is here, but you not sittin' here."

...

"Wow man. You're a fuckin PRICK, aren't you?"

I picked up my bag and went to find a new seat, which I did on the opposite side of the coffee shop. As I walked away, insults bounced unheard off of my back...

Robb of the Day XXVII - Teddy Bear

I have a story about calling an old black dude at Starbucks a prick, but for now, here's a picture of me trying to look as cool as Livius.

Tomorrow - I fight a black dude!

Robb of the Day XXVI

Rainy day, reading.

Robb of the Day XXV - random

This is what you start to feel like when you're looking for jobs, can't find any, and the G is stalling your payments... but then they come, and you have money... and now you're cooking pork chops and baked potatoes.

Robb of the Day XXIV

I'm running out of effects on Photo Booth.

Robb of the Day XXIII - Home.

Back in the homely state of Illinois a week now. Just updated the legit blog ( ROBB ), and am looking for jobs.

I am receiving unemployment, so I'd like to dedicate this post to all you taxpayers out there who make it possible for me to wake up late, hang out at coffee shops and watch Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas while blogging about my month in California.

Life, sometimes, feels very very fair.

Feeling politics creeping over me again, like a slow buzz. It's almost impossible to not weigh in about this or that, when things are happening at the pace they are. Here though, I'll only restate my long standing opinion that Obama has a lock on this presidency.

Liv is MIA from the blog. You can reach him, and then have long conversations via text messaging, but who really wants to?

I guess he has passed to baton of shiftless inanity onto me, and I am chucking along like FloJo at the Olympics circa a long ass time ago. That said, I think it's time to go get a library card.

What the Fuck?

Am I to be the driving force here? I'm on VACATION!

Anyway, posted my vacation notes here: Robb on Wordpress

Will share pictures when I have time. Been rockin bootleg WiFi lately, so didn't feel like uploading megs and megs of photos.

California is perfect for Livius, I think. Lots of sun and everything is expensive, plenty of bookstores and Starbucks everywhere.

As long as he could get used to wildfires and earthquakes.

Read the notes, I'll be back with a Robb of the Day soon.

Robb of the Day XXII - Snobbery!

Sitting at a Peets Coffee in the uber-yuppie part of Berkeley near the Harbor. It's like Highland Park's bastard child.

Amusing to me more than anything else is, under the bridge on the walk over, seeing the BMW and Lexus cars parked, with bums sleeping right next to them.

I want to take a picture and caption it:
Bush Administration vs. America

Robb of the Day XXI - Hippie Central

Drinking coffee at a coffee shop on Haight. I'm in the belly of the patchouli stinking beast!

It's not bad, less hippies, more punks and boutique rats. Kinda strange. Certainly no peace and love vibe.