So after you finsih touring the butterfly conservatory, they have the traditional gift shop that accompanies any natural wonder type museum. They had everythign from amgnets to mounted butterfly, to butterfly, kits, teeshirts, playdoh, stuffed animals, purses, pens, anything basically.

My new favorite habit is taking pcture of stuff instead of buying it. It kind of make steh sidekick pay for itself and satifies my collecting urge without having to actually buy anything. Sometimes I wonder if this could help my mother through her sales addiction!

I see it as similiar to collecting pokemon.











Unfortunately, they didn't have the right spelling for terry on the magnets.









It was even worse at the border on the way back thanks to officer Kartychak and his gang. I have never been so harrassed in my life. They searched the car, made us fill out forms, asked us tons of questions about how we knew each other, where I worked, what I did, why - who's car it was, etc. When I finally asked them what the problem was Officer Kartychak atcually replied in the most condescending way, "It is just a little weird that three grown men want to go to a butterfly conservatory togther, isn't it?" Which he basically cleary meant to translate to, "Shut the fuck up faggot."



Even the other boarder guard looked at him weird when he said it. Then I decided to copy down the number for complaints and comments and the other guard asked if I need to speak with anyone. I will, just wait.

The butterfly conservatory is pretty cool. The minute we got there, one landed on (e:terry). They really get all over you.

(e:matthew) , (e:terry) and I are at the butterfly conservatory in Niagara Falls today. The border guard (angry lesbian) gave us the hardest time ever. How did we know each other, what jobs do we have, have we ever been arrested, why do we want to go see the butterflys? It was actually insulting.

(e:twisted) and I have been doing bug fixes and recoding like mad in order to get everytheing ready for the open house in Alameda coming up. Today, I finally beat her to finding a long standing bug. The inlink link was opening up a second site window plus the epad. It is really just supposed to open the epad with the inlink pasted inside. Now it works again. Hopefully people won't be afraid of the inlink button anymore, lol. The real reason I found it is because I wanted to concur with (e:angryshortkid) 's post [inlink]angryshortkid,8[/inlink]. I feel like that type of salesperson and their salestand are the equivalent to commercial spider webs.

Glass in My Bed
I also found that the reason I keep waking up with all these bloody cuts is not because I am scratching myself or even trying to kill myself subconsciously, but because there was a little piece of broken glass in my bed. It had been going on for like four days and this morning, when it cut me - it hurt so bad I woke up and found it. It was so tiny and clear but sharp enough to cut. I am guessing it is from when Jeffrey and (e:terry) broke the green goblet during the dance party.

I was checking up on (e:jasonsback) shoetif post when iI noticed the snoop dogg [inlink]jason,73[/inlink] post. It is so funny, mike [inlink]mike,296[/inlink] wrote something really similar last week about my dad. How is it that snoop manages to transcend the generational gap. he must have really good marketing agents.