The Agrinautica

   Last night I went on down to Diedrichs, and a lot of people were there. Specifically, there was Crispy & Abby, Dianasaurus & her band, Shalane and Tristan. Then around ten Diedrichs closed and most people, by which I mean, Diana and her band and Laners (who was gonna spend the night on her floor). As they headed to their cars Tristan played/sang Johnny Cash - Hurt on his guitar. Then valiant Diedrichs employee Ryan locked up and came out and him and I and Tristan sat on the patio and they took turns playing the guitar.
   Then Keebler drove by just to tell Ryan that one of his old friends was back in town; causing Ryan and Tristan to finally scamper off and I went home.


Pictures
   Earlier in the day I was also at Diedrichs, and I drew some pictures. Enjoy them because after I drew them I lost my good pen. )=

( More drawings, and a bonus picture of me )

   all pictures below have already been resized, hopefully avoiding debilitating load delays which have plagued previous entries.

( lizards, newts & catapillars, oh my! )

( End of an Empire )

   Another day of slothfulness.

   Visited Tiffany Lee Woffington Zoumer. Was dissappointed to find that not only was MVHS not going to the SDHS conference I'll be chairing at (as they'd originally intended), but UC Davis had foolishly not accepted my favorite "Lee Wofft." Fye on the admissions dept!!

   Little bit later I went down to the local cobbler and for $25 he fixed up my docs and repaired the hole in the toe like it'd never been there. He said it would take a week so I was like "uh well I'm not gonna be here in a week so maybe not so much" and he was like "going back to Europe?" heh but anyway then he was like "well then I'll do it right now. Come back in half an hour." He could have resoled them for something like $65 I think, and I woulda been down with it since I paid $125 for them and would expect to replace them for about the same, but he said the shoes prolly weren't worth repairin so I was like what ev. Guy's too honest for his own good.

   Only other adventure of the day was a brief trip down to Diedrichs off La Paz. For some reason mother was like "I know what kind of disreputable activities go on down there and I'd rather my car weren't a part of it" so I walked. WTF? No really, the car is NEVER part of any disreputable activities and I'M not even involved in most of these "activities." What ev, I felt like walking anyway.
   MtHH, Ryan (RtDE), Matt Christie, Croat, and two others I'd never seen before were there. And Matt Christie's dog Vampira who was pretty cool. Croat gave me a ride home. The end.


   In the year 1100 my Blehtite hordes recaptured Moscow from the Zulu infidels*. All across the front my armies are pushing back the enemy.
   Babylon declared war on me (because I wouldn't share the secrets of gunpowder with them) and threatened to sack my one city on their continent, Blehtia Domini, so I ceded it to the Russians (making it one of two Russian cities now).
   Then I traded the secrets of chemistry and music theory (gotta spread the punk rock) with the rest of the world for huge amounts of money. With this money I've managed to double our scientific research rate, hopefully creating a self sustaining technological superiority.
   I'm told I'm a huge nerd because I'll talk about this at length.

*It seems to me the specific definition of infidel is "one who is the enemy by virtue of being different from us."


Picture of the Day

Shalane Christie
(no relation to Matt Christie)
© Shalane Christie 2003 (?)

Wednesday: Last Final
   Last Wednesday (03/25/04) I had my last final, ENL113A, at 0800. It was mad easy. Then I said goodbye to Kristy, and proceeded to sleep away the rest of the afternoon.


Thursday: The Journey Home
   Thursday morning my uncle Ben gave me a ride across town to the Davis Amtrak station for my 0725 Amtrak bus to Stockton (hour & 25 minutes). Waited there for half an hour and then it was time for the four hour, 26 minute, trainride to Bakersfield. Then the funnest part [/sarcasm] two hours and twenty minutes on a bus sitting next to a crazy guy down to Los Angeles' Union Station. Fifty-five minute wait thee and then hour and three minute train ride to Irvine station. Total time: 10 hours, 47 minutes.
   No I didn't time everything, those are the official times I was given.

   That evening I just loafed about at home and took it easy.


Friday: Return to Diedrichs
   Friday afternoon I went on some adventures with Shalane (impotent_dream). She's been drug-free for 66 days now and its so nice to have sober Shillelagh back and I'm so happy for her.
   She's in Mexico now for the weekend.
   I really like her latest drawing Fig. S20 (apparently thats even a bad scan). Compare to pre-drugs Fig. S19.

   Then my good friend Alex called and her and her friend Oi Kelly came to visit me. Our initial plan was to stop by infamous Diedrichs off La Paz to get coffee and then come up with a new plan and have adventures elsewhere. Arriving at Diedrichs at around 9pm, we ended up staying there until about 1am.
   At first there didn't seem to be very many locals there that I knew.. just this guy Ryan who works there and Tristan.. then Croat (inequity) showed up, and Cool Kyle, and MtHH (who was suprisingly agreeable).
   Then, most suprising of all, my cousin Holly (bobolly), and her boyfriend / our longtime family friend Eric Shamay (shamster) showed up; apparently because they were in the area and suspected correctly that they could find me there.


   Tried this "Cisco" alcohol Croat's been raving about. Tasted like utter crap but it did give me a rather pleasent buzz with no inkling of sickness its true (going down it felt like it was gonna make me sick though). How can you be hard core drinking something strawberry flavoured though?


In Other News
   Little brother Lance Corporal Fricke was just notified that he will be sent to Iraq as early as this Wedneday.

   Mother just got a new job working in the office of the Assistant Vice Chancellor of Communications at UCI.

   Eric (Lance Corporal Fricke) had actually just started working at mother's previous place of employment, The Yarn Lady when he got notified of his immenent departure. He promptly was like "eff that!" and after a career of one day retired from the Yarn Lady.

   I used my last package of Knox Gelatine trying (rather unsuccessfully) to spike my hair on Friday. I'm now on a mission to discover a more effective way of doing it, since spiking with the gelatine is just about impossible to do alone.
   I washed out my miserable attempt at spiking with gelatine after it had been in less than three hours and tried again with this weird gel Shalane's friend gave me and it worked pretty well. I want to experiment with murrey's wax and aquanette hairspray next.. and if I get desperate maybe look into this egg white thing.


Related
   A Year Ago Today: Taco Loco, Solomite Show, Diedrichs, & Denny's
   Holly's reference to these events
   Eric's reference to these events

DLP the Series - Episode 63
   Kris, Croat and Anna eat Thai food, then stop by Diedrichs off La Paz, where employee Megan gives a cigarette to employee Stephanie, even though the latter doesn't smoke and has but one lung. Kris, Croat, Anna and Laney proceed to The Spectrum, hilarity ensues.

   I'm convinced that a daily series could be made of the happenings at Diedrichs. Hence the above.


Seriously Though
Part I - Thai Food
   Croat (inequity), Anna (beatlebake) and I started our evening with dinner at a local Thai restaurant oat around 6pm. Its name was something with the word Siam in it /= ...its on the corner of Marguerite and La Paz. Anyway, it was pretty good, if I were to compare it to Davis Thai restaurants I'd say it'd be second only to Thai2k.
   In light of the frequent reoccurance of Thai restaurants in this journal, I have added Thai Restaurants as a memories category, and added "Thai food" as a listed interest.
   As usual I had a basil/garlic/bamboo stir-fry thing with beef. Mmmm. Fangoriously hungry as always, I tried to eat Anna's leftover brocolli dish, but alas I've never been fond of brocolli, and was left to devour rice (which isn't to imply the servings weren't big enough, those who've eatin with me before will attest that my hunger simply excedes any restaurant serving).
   Alas, Croat whose stomache has never been fond of Thai food was left with a stomache ache from the experience.

Part II - Diedrichs
   Next we proceeded to Diedrichs off La Paz (DLP, delta lambda pi) for coffee. There we found Shalane (AKA "Laney," "shillelagh")and employees Megan and Stephanie. As mentioned, at one point Shalanes realized Stephanie was smoking on her break and was like "hey, YOU don't smoke!" "yea and I only have one lunge, but Megan gave me these cigarettes" or something along those lines. Laney than dashed inside to wreak revenge upon Megan, or something.
   While there, Croat and Anna discussed possibly naming one of their children "Robatussin."
   From there Croat, Anna and I proceeded to the Irvine Spectrum at around 8:30.

Part III - The Spectrum
   "And from there they sped boldly, and found Todd bravely hiding amid some small shrubs. In only a few short minutes they calmed him down, and with him in custody they sped along that glorious freeway, the five. And when the road did split into the 405 and the 5, they did not dishearten, and arrived successfully at the Spectrum, that glorious beacon. -From Episode II of the Spectrum Diedrichs trilogy.
   The abovementioned applies to what we next did, except for the finding of Tom Colby Todd.

   Now for those of you who have the misfortune not to know, the Irvine Spectrum is "Orange County's premier dining, shopping and entertainment destination." Basically it started with a 21 screen theatre, back when that was rare, gained an outside foodcourt, then a plethora of small impulse shops... and now has gone insane with power and built a merry-go-round, a ferris wheel, and more odious shopping establishments such as fashion clothing stores.

   Anyway, on with our narrative. They had set up an ice rink there, being the saucy irvine spectrum that it is. But Croat disputed that it was really ice, observing that there couldn't be ice without a zamboni. We continued this conversation into the restroom, where we encountered someone who reminded me strikingly of Kristy's ex Randy. This Randy II contributed to our conversation by pointing out that an icerink without a zamboni is like a baseball field without the line-chalking-machine. A very wise analogy you should all tell your grandchildren.
   Us three then proceeded to this place there called Dave & Buster's, to which I'd never been before (meh, I don't get out much). Anna proceeded to get liquered up there. Then Shillelagh ("shi-lay-lee") arrived, but being naught of 21 years of age she could not enter, so we all went to this other restaurant/bar at the spectrum called Champs.
   At Champs a drunk hairdresser guy promised to give both Laney and I a haircut for $15. Laney got his number, he may regret saying that. Then Anna saying karaoke. Good times. And Randy II it turns out was already at the bar there, and was like "heeey, zamboni guys!"

Part IV - Dubious Happenings
   Thereafter, Laney and I went off to take care of some errands she needed to do. Her car has some transmission problem, making things more interesting. Eventually these problems led us to ditch her car in favor of someone else's which it turns out had even graver problems with its breaks.
   We ended up spending most the evening thereafter hanging out with about six guys, many of whom had graduated my HS in years previous to me apparently. Shortly after introductions one of them was like "hey, you were in drama weren't you," followed shortly by another with "hey.. you did high jump right?" A little bit later a third one of them suddenly remembered "hey, your brother had that potatoe cannon, right?" Altogether nearly half of us were named K(/Ch)ris.
   I got home at about 4am. The End.


Addendum - Selling Out
   Pursuant to my offer of advertising in the last entry, Anna paid for my Thai food (I only had $20s, ill suited to my $8 meal) contingent that I buy her a drink later and advertise the bed she has to sell.
   This bed frame, mattress, whatever, was bought 6 months ago at $350 and is still in very good condition. She is asking $50 for it. If interested, leave a comment in her livejournal.

   So yesterday I wore my Steel Reserve shirt cause Becka and I were GOING to take pictures to go along with the fan mail we wrote to send to the Steel Brewing Company.. but as I said the digital camera was AWOL.
   Upon arriving at Diedrichs Mike the Horrible Human greeted me with "hey dumbass, you forgot an E on steele!" Now this of course was so flabbergastingly stupid it took me a second to figure where to even begin. Then I was like "uh. You are either dyslexic, or illiterate. Steel has two Es on the can and anywhere else." It turns out him and his friend Tom the Horrible Human's Stooge (THHS) both made shirts that say "steele reserve." Hahahahaha awwwwwwwww they're dumb! Later on when THHS himself was there MtHH was like "Hey look Kris spelled steele wrong!" and I laughed at them both again (well THHS hadn't been around for the first incident). I think MtHH motivation here was to prove that he wasn't the only person who spelled it wrong.. to bring his henchman down to the same level of shame as he. Isn't it cute how horrible people treat eachother?
   Much later as I was leaving THHS came up to me and was like "hey do you have a fireplace?" me: "uh, why?" "you should burn that shirt as soon as you get home" (MtHH is always threatening to set my shirt on fire. My shirt enrages him, presumably because he has the same shirt but spelled wrong).
   Now this minion of MtHH's, Tom; how pitiful must one be to idolize MtHH??


   In other news, it is now September; rumour has it that my one and only Ex-girlfriend will be returning from Bulgaria (map2) this month. But none of us have heard anything for a long time now.

   So yesterday, Saturday, we were all hanging out at Diedrichs like we allllways do right. And then Mike the Horrible Human decides to up and throw a bottle at two completely random middle-aged women who were coming in to diedrichs (recall when he tried to throw one at a passing SUV), I guess just because he thought that would make him look like one tough doesn't-give-a-shit mofo. Yea well then he had apologize like no other as the ladies cussed him out, and run and hide when the cops showed up.. yea real tough. Anyway so yea he was gone when the cops arrived and gave us all a lecture. A lecture while I'm drinking beer out of a diedrichs cup that I sharpied "sXe" on the top of. Heehee. But yea it sucked. And they were like "we're gonna start cracking down on the people hanging out here." Thanks a lot Mike.
   Then we went to Cordillera elementry, but almost immediately someone yelled "cops" and we fled.. from where they were standing though I'm pretty sure they couldn't see any inbound cops on us. I think it was even Brandon that called it, focker. Then to Top of the World for a bit. Sure enough as soon as we returned to Diedrichs to bring people back to their cars the cop popped up immediately to investigate what we were up to, and then was seen marauding back and forth on the nearby streets. Then I think we spent 40 minutes trying to convince Matt Morgan that he was too drunk to drive. He wouldn't let anyone else drive his car, and he needed his car in the morning so it needed to go home with him.. quite a quandry.

   The one good aspect is that Mike is now blacklisted from Diedrichs. I hope they enforce it.


   Now I work 12:00 to 20:00. I hate that shift.
   The Promise Ring cover of "Gouge Away" by the pixies was going through my head over and over again as I lay in bed this morning for some reason.

   Where to start? Jessie is in the hospital now.. but thats not where I'm gonna start. Lets start with the mundane things.
   Today was apparently animal night at diedrichs. Crispy and Abby brought this massive hermit crab they'd bought, and there was a huge black widow on the table in a cup. Shyea. I polished my shoes.. and then the bracket thing that holds my chain(s) to my belt broke so I went to the hardware store.. but it was closed. Sadness. Mike the Horrible Human was evidently off humping some random girl he briefly showed up with.. I think thats the fourth girl that I know of that he's humped in the two weeks or so I've known him.
   Matt Morgan eventually turned up, much to our relief because no one knew where he was... apparently HE didn't either.. he couldn't remember anything after about 15:30 (it was 21:00 something). Then eventually Jessie turned up... and it soon became apparent that she was totally messed up on numerous different drugs. Laney, Matt Morgan, and Stephanie told her they were taking her to carls jr, and proceeded to take her to the hospital. Concern for her dominated the rest of the evening.
   A cop showed up soon at Diedrichs causing us to flee. I proceeded to Top of the World where several other people had already gone. When the subject of Jessie was brought up Brandon said something about not wanting to deal with the drama and left... I think Crispy best summed that up, by shouting after him "way to not deal with things fucker." Someone else added "thanks for not caring." Yea, Brandon definitely has zero points in my book and I'm glad to see some of the people who previously had a good opinion of him are starting to realize that he's just a fucknut poser. A second opinion.
   After about half an hour of being chased by sprinklers there I returned to Diedrichs to get free pizza hut. As always various others of our group showed up from time to time to fetch their cars and suchforth. The End.


   Becka's account.

   For the extremely concise version of yesterday's activities, check this.

   Additionally I met some friends at "the chocobean" coffee shop to transfer them funds on behalf of someone else as part of a certain secret operation (and no it doesn't involve trafficking of drugs). Apparently they had an aversion to Diedrichs. ::shurg::
   Then I swam laps
   Then we had us a bonfire on capo beach again... it was tight, sitting on the beach with the bonfire, 40 of steel reserve in hand, while Crispy plays his guitar. Even if he WAS playing dashboard songs hehehe.
   Matt told me they are totally hiring at the lumber yard he works at. I am totally going to check it out. He and Laney apparently suddenly broke up yesterday. ::shurg::
   Then we went to a jacuzzi. I don't think any of us actually live in the community where its located but we know the code to get in for some reason.
   Evening concluded with Katie and I getting free taco bell at midnight. Apparently they do this like every night. We didn even need to say anything we just walked up to the window and they handed us three personal-pizzas and two orders of breadsticks (its a taco bell / pizza hut). Then Alyssa, who hadn been out with us that night, randomly showed up... cause you know, the Diedrichs lot is the place to randomly show up at at midnight.

Spotlight on the Diedrichs Crew
   So I realize I'm casually bandying around these people's names like everyone knows who they are, even though _I_ didn't even know almost any of them two weeks ago. And seeing as I like to think that people read my livejournal, and therefore hope that while it may have massively long entries, it at least is not disconcerting like that, I shall explain a bit about the people whose natural habitat is the Diedrichs off La Paz.

   The only one of them I knew more than two weeks ago was Katie D'agistino. Her best friend is Laney, whom I call "Shillaligh" ("shill-ay-lee"). Shillaligh WAS dating this kid Matt, who's pretty for awesome. But he's not to be confused with the OTHER Matt, formerly "the guy with the Steel Reserve & Flogging Molly shirts" (or SRFM). Then there's the two Chrises, Krispy (Chrispy?), and Croa (AKA "Croat")(Suzanne's "Evil Ex"). Apparently I am "K-Dawg," at least according to Laney. Also there is totally Becka (momentsxwasted), whom I just inspired to write The Diedrichs Crew - In Depth. Otherwise there's other people that come and go, but these are the kids that are ALWAYS at Diedrichs.


Life at the House of Fricke
   So I've been swimming regularly. As a consequence my dad has taken to jokingly inviting me to go swim with them in the ocean at 6am. They really do this. Like once a week or so he and his friends swim a mile in the ocean at 6am. Wacky. In addition they of course do lots of other working otu too, but 6am in the ocean. ::shudder::. Dad runs triathalons you see.
   After dinner the other day dad invited me to try some excellent honey that recently came from one of the hives. It really was particularly exquisite honey. It just struck me a very Fricke moment though... us and our beehives.
   And then that same evening (this is all from day before yesterday, when my only lj entry was the quizes), I notice a black widow spider in a jar on the table. Apparently mother found it at the yarn store she now works at... and of COURSE decided to bring it home as a pet. My family is kinda weird.


   OMG, further proof that COMMIES are REAL ULTIMATE POWER, though you can see other opinions here. The sorority girl one is particularly choice. And of course, pirates have always been strong contenders for real ultimate power.


and as if this entry wasn't already long enough...
Dogs on Highways - Two Opinions
CON by Miss Phylicia Witherington
PRO by Chris "Croat" Plancich.