I woke up and stumbled to the front door to check for packages. I wasn't really expecting one, but you can never be too sure. To my surprise there was a small brown box waiting on the doorstep for me. What had I ordered? I couldn't remember. I walked back inside and tore the package open.
Inside was a book and a board game. Not just any book and board game, though - they were abominations thrust in in front of my virgin eyes. The game was called A Hot Affair and the book was Penthouse: Naughty by Nature: Female Readers' Sexy Letters to Penthouse. Confused, I check the shipping address. Sure enough they weren't meant for me.
They were my neighbor's.
I still haven't returned them. Any ideas on fun ways to do it? If someone comes up with something interesting I will do it and video it.
A guy named Zachary Bleu recently started a blog. Like any smart blogger, he linked to Better than your Boyfriend. Through the magic of science and the internet I can see all the sites who link to me, so I always check them out. I need to make sure no one is besmirching my good name! I think his focus is going to be his upcoming transition to polyphasic sleep, but he had one post about ambigrams. For those of you who haven't read Angels & Demons (instant review : written by Dan Brown, author of The Da Vinci Code - read it!), an ambigram is a word drawn so that it looks the same upside down. After reading Angels and Demons, I spent a good amount of time trying to make one with my name. It wasn't easy, and the results weren't good.
I commented on the ambigram post on Zachary's Blog, and I was surprised when he IMed me the next day with a link to an ambigram he made for me!
How cool is that? I've always wanted a good ambigram of my name and now I have one! I had the daring and bold idea to make business cards with it in the middle. Kristen suggested getting tattoo with it. You never know... I'm crrrazy like that! Thanks again Zachary!
Yesterday on the way to work I stopped by my mailbox. I have no idea why I can't just have my own mailbox on my property like people have had for millions of years, but in my subdivision we have these stupid communal mailboxes. Because of the added hassle of finding the key (who is going to steal my mail, seriously?) and walking down to the mailbox, I don't check my mail more than once or twice a week.I sifted through the tall stack of mail. Bills, checks, magazines, and tons of advertisements for crap I don't want. As I neared the bottom of the stack a small envelope caught my eye. It was addressed to "Black Tie", my rap name. The return address was just a smiley face. Strange.
I turned it around and on the back was a lipstick kiss mark over the seal of the envelope. A lady!
I carefully opened the envelope, but there was no letter inside. Just a sticker that said "I'm famous / you just don't know it yet". I laughed.
How did she get my address? It's not like it's some huge secret - there ARE ways to figure it out. That takes effort, though. The postmark was from New Jersey and I don't really know anyone in New Jersey other than my aunt (pronounced Auuuunt), uncle, and little cousins. Maybe I should be creeped out or something, but I think it's awesome. Steve said the other day "Tynan, I don't know anyone who needs attention as much as you do." I don't know about NEED, but I certainly do appreciate it. So thanks mystery woman.
For your viewing / sleuthing pleasure, here are pictures of the fan mail :