Sample email from P and his brother:
Bro: Hey_____, do you still have/use that katana?
Me: Yes I do. Why?
Bro: Could I possibly borrow/buy it from you?
Me: No...you can have it, dingle-fritz...jeez louise. I'd be honored if it found it's way into somebodies hands who would use it. BTW, why do you need it? You aren't mad at your wife are you?
Bro: No, I'm practicing my Gum Do sword-drawing...I'd like something else besides the bokan to work with.
I suppose the above dialogue is only funny to me. Anyway, I find that I am guilty of more than one of these. Much more than one...
You know you've been in the martial arts too long when...
*you say to the salesman in the men's store, "Nice pants, but I don't think
I can kick in them."
*when you want to say "I'm sorry" and involuntarily bow.
*you go to the shoe store to try on shoes. Instead of walking or jogging
around the store, you practice pivoting, sweeps, stances and kicks. You
check to see if the shoe has a sufficiently hard striking surface and
whether it protects the toes well. and lastly, you don't even care if (and
they probably are) the other patrons are looking at you funny. (That's the
big clue.)
*When you hit your head on a low doorway or ceiling and kick it in anger and
damage it.
*when you're practicing your arm blocks while driving down the highway,
notice someone in another car staring at you, and suddenly turn your block
into vigorously fanning away an imaginary fly.
*when you use various strikes to turn lights off and on;
*don your clothing with kicks, thrusts, and punches.
*open and close doors with spinning kicks.
*find yourself idly doing iaido and kenjitsu moves with the plastic knives
at the fast food place.
*can't walk by anybody else from your school without casually exchanging a
flurry of mock strikes and kicks
*leap to your feet and shriek with indignation while watching "Kung Fu",
"Walker, Texas Ranger", and "Highlander" at home.
*find yourself practicing bo staff techniques in miniature with your pencil
during dull meetings.
*try to backfist the correct floor button on the inside of the elevator,
based on your memory of the button's location, before you get in far enough
to see it.
*notice you never stand with your arms crossed or your hands in your
pockets.
*tend to keep at least one flavor of martial arts weapon close at hand by
your bed when you sleep.
*buy shoes either because they're particularly flexible or have steel toes.
*When standing in line you find yourself practicing some stance from your
art.
*When you bow going into and out of the bathroom.
*When you don't use any tools while splitting firewood.
*When you are introduced to someone and you bow to greet them.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Bigfoot sighting...
Whoosh-
I was so caught up in the nice weather last Sunday I plumb near forgot to ruminate on my weekend!
Another terrific weekend of Crimes. Sold out crowds which is such a damn good feeling. Mom, Dad, and My aunt came up on Friday to check it out and they apparently enjoyed it quite a bit. We also were featured in the St. Cloud equivalent of the City Pages, in a yuge ol' article with yuge old pics of our 3 leads heids. The online rag only has the one picture, but they make poor Stone look positively frumpy. (In referencing the title, I'm in one of the photo's as a moving blurry flanneled ...thing. Like the famous loping bigfoot photo.) I hear tell that we'll have another full weekend, with my big bro, his weef, and my buddy ry-gonn attending. Gooood Times.
I should also mention that this is the 2nd weekend of Barties- (read: Parties at our Producers) I have so far ingested 2 full bottles of veeno, and awoke w/nary a hangover. Strange. I did, however, manage to slam my thumb in the front door. I are dumb.
I wish that I could wax philosophical about sumpthin...but I guess I'll leave you with some queeck heets.
-My uncle was in town this last weekend at the VA for open heart surgery. He's fine now, they've superglued him together and he heads home today. Yes- as quickly as you read this is as fast as he came and went from the hospital. For open heart surgery.
-J quit showchoir. This is part of the reason. The other is really (really) she doesn't like the fact that the competition got in the way of the kids enjoyment of the performance. Whatever. It was time. I did get her all to myself for what was the first night in, well a long freaking time. We went to D.P's for 'rita's (They skimmed on the tequila) And (strong verb alert)...I hate smelling like the restaurant the next day. And I hate being too stuffed to be naughty. Any and all movement would have caused discomfort and sickness. Oooooooo ah'm just sooo beeeg.
-I had to turn down 2 gigs that I was offered. Fact is, I need to catch up on some bills/kitchen shit ($5400 for the new kitchen) and work may be sending me to Boston for a couple of days (in May) People say "Durrrr, nice
Kids: I hate, HATE, not doing a show, and I hate saying No even more. (sighs)...maybe toward the end of summer.
-J and I are postponing the wedding until summer, 2006. See above statement regarding bills. We talked about it and figured that entering the rest of our lives as debt-free as possible was more important than racking up the Visa bill. (At this rate, we're gonna wind up like Nathan and Adelaide before we get married. ) Did I mention our kitchen cost over $5000? Yeeesh. Cry, P....cry. You hardass.
I was so caught up in the nice weather last Sunday I plumb near forgot to ruminate on my weekend!
Another terrific weekend of Crimes. Sold out crowds which is such a damn good feeling. Mom, Dad, and My aunt came up on Friday to check it out and they apparently enjoyed it quite a bit. We also were featured in the St. Cloud equivalent of the City Pages, in a yuge ol' article with yuge old pics of our 3 leads heids. The online rag only has the one picture, but they make poor Stone look positively frumpy. (In referencing the title, I'm in one of the photo's as a moving blurry flanneled ...thing. Like the famous loping bigfoot photo.) I hear tell that we'll have another full weekend, with my big bro, his weef, and my buddy ry-gonn attending. Gooood Times.
I should also mention that this is the 2nd weekend of Barties- (read: Parties at our Producers) I have so far ingested 2 full bottles of veeno, and awoke w/nary a hangover. Strange. I did, however, manage to slam my thumb in the front door. I are dumb.
I wish that I could wax philosophical about sumpthin...but I guess I'll leave you with some queeck heets.
-My uncle was in town this last weekend at the VA for open heart surgery. He's fine now, they've superglued him together and he heads home today. Yes- as quickly as you read this is as fast as he came and went from the hospital. For open heart surgery.
-J quit showchoir. This is part of the reason. The other is really (really) she doesn't like the fact that the competition got in the way of the kids enjoyment of the performance. Whatever. It was time. I did get her all to myself for what was the first night in, well a long freaking time. We went to D.P's for 'rita's (They skimmed on the tequila) And (strong verb alert)...I hate smelling like the restaurant the next day. And I hate being too stuffed to be naughty. Any and all movement would have caused discomfort and sickness. Oooooooo ah'm just sooo beeeg.
-I had to turn down 2 gigs that I was offered. Fact is, I need to catch up on some bills/kitchen shit ($5400 for the new kitchen) and work may be sending me to Boston for a couple of days (in May) People say "Durrrr, nice
Kids: I hate, HATE, not doing a show, and I hate saying No even more. (sighs)...maybe toward the end of summer.
-J and I are postponing the wedding until summer, 2006. See above statement regarding bills. We talked about it and figured that entering the rest of our lives as debt-free as possible was more important than racking up the Visa bill. (At this rate, we're gonna wind up like Nathan and Adelaide before we get married. ) Did I mention our kitchen cost over $5000? Yeeesh. Cry, P....cry. You hardass.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Feeling a little San Franny
It was 60 degree's on Sunday. I needed that, big time. Got up, went for a walllk around St. Cloud. GOR-geous. Shorts and T-Shirt weather.
It got me thinking of San Fran. I visited there back in August, and let me tell you that was a city to live in. Go here with me for a sec, think of blue skies, sunshine...the kind where as soon as you pass under shadows you get juuuussst a little too chilly (And maybe cross the street to the sunny side?) I hiked all over that hilly bitch, and lemme tell you that was a vacation. J did a live industrial for the Am/Ex convention and the producers put the talent up in the "W" hotel.
It frickin' rocked.
Personally, I'm a "Super 8" kinda guy , but I'm not gonna fool myself into thinking that it was too shi-shi for my tastes. One could get used to that kind of luxury. Starting with the all- black onyx foyer, the SMOKE FREE martini bar as you enter the hotel (Just like the Carpet...'cept cooler) , the super-fast elevators with the pleasant chime, the hi-tech workout room, outdoor patio with the covered kasbahs (One night, J and I saw one that was tied shut, and the soft moaning noise of a couple "coupling" was quite obvious. We laughed.)
There was also the soft jazz-techno music that starts playing as soon as you open your door ... The 500 T.C Egyptian cotton sheets (AND turn-down service), and to complete the image...a gorgeous view of the bay bridge. When I arrived (A few days after J did) she was waiting to surprise me behind the sliding smoked glass bathroom door. We didn't leave the room for a few hours. ; )
It was my kinda vacation (and this is unfair to J since she was rehearsing, but...) where I was able to get out and pound the pavement. I LOVE getting around a city on foot. Armed only with a street map and my jedi instincts, I headed out to see the city looking for an honest to God kung fu school in China Town. (This was, after all, the city where the master Bruce Lee had his humble beginnings.) Welllllll, I jibba-ed when I should have jabba'ed, and let's just say that you shouldn't go right when you get to the UN plaza or you'll wind up in "Cracky-Mc Crackwhoreville." Needless to say, I picked up the pace. (Chinatown was kind of a joke. Nothing like "Kung-Fu" the series.)
Our hotel was also right next door to the SF museum of modern art, so I got my city art fix (Fart fix). Seriously, I almost always have to visit a cities museum when on vacay. Even if it's as dumb as the Bubble Bath museum, I'll still go. I saw some Warhol's, Basquiat's, a few Pie-Casso's and even a Matisse, in front of which I exclaimed in a very loud and exasperated voice: "I hate him...I HATE...HIM!"
I nibbled on clam chowdah in a bread bowl on Fishermans Wharf and it is a long wharf folks...I thought I would hike it from the hotel. Again, bad idee, as I ended up cabbing back. I saw the "wharf seals", Alcatraz Island from afar (That fucker get's booked out a week in advance! I shoulda med rezzie's early. DAMMIT!!!) Took a street car, getting in trouble whenI did a "post-pike" off of the grab bar. (Where you grab the side bar and stick your body out in a "pike position". "GETCH yo' damn legs back in here! You'll knock yo' feet clean off!!!" sez the guide.) We enjoyed Ciaoppino and a little Pinot...just my baby and I. We just had a damn pleasant time.
And you know what else? There was nary a piece of smog or shite weather to be seen. It was just...perfect.
So this last Sunday, I just hoofed around Saint Cloud w/a Java Joint Java and enjoyed the sunshine. And remembered ol' San Fran, and a quote from the historical wharf. Wharfy, wharf, wharf...
"If the settler's had landed in San Francisco instead of Massachusetts...there would have never been an Eastward expansion"
It got me thinking of San Fran. I visited there back in August, and let me tell you that was a city to live in. Go here with me for a sec, think of blue skies, sunshine...the kind where as soon as you pass under shadows you get juuuussst a little too chilly (And maybe cross the street to the sunny side?) I hiked all over that hilly bitch, and lemme tell you that was a vacation. J did a live industrial for the Am/Ex convention and the producers put the talent up in the "W" hotel.
It frickin' rocked.
Personally, I'm a "Super 8" kinda guy , but I'm not gonna fool myself into thinking that it was too shi-shi for my tastes. One could get used to that kind of luxury. Starting with the all- black onyx foyer, the SMOKE FREE martini bar as you enter the hotel (Just like the Carpet...'cept cooler) , the super-fast elevators with the pleasant chime, the hi-tech workout room, outdoor patio with the covered kasbahs (One night, J and I saw one that was tied shut, and the soft moaning noise of a couple "coupling" was quite obvious. We laughed.)
There was also the soft jazz-techno music that starts playing as soon as you open your door ... The 500 T.C Egyptian cotton sheets (AND turn-down service), and to complete the image...a gorgeous view of the bay bridge. When I arrived (A few days after J did) she was waiting to surprise me behind the sliding smoked glass bathroom door. We didn't leave the room for a few hours. ; )
It was my kinda vacation (and this is unfair to J since she was rehearsing, but...) where I was able to get out and pound the pavement. I LOVE getting around a city on foot. Armed only with a street map and my jedi instincts, I headed out to see the city looking for an honest to God kung fu school in China Town. (This was, after all, the city where the master Bruce Lee had his humble beginnings.) Welllllll, I jibba-ed when I should have jabba'ed, and let's just say that you shouldn't go right when you get to the UN plaza or you'll wind up in "Cracky-Mc Crackwhoreville." Needless to say, I picked up the pace. (Chinatown was kind of a joke. Nothing like "Kung-Fu" the series.)
Our hotel was also right next door to the SF museum of modern art, so I got my city art fix (Fart fix). Seriously, I almost always have to visit a cities museum when on vacay. Even if it's as dumb as the Bubble Bath museum, I'll still go. I saw some Warhol's, Basquiat's, a few Pie-Casso's and even a Matisse, in front of which I exclaimed in a very loud and exasperated voice: "I hate him...I HATE...HIM!"
I nibbled on clam chowdah in a bread bowl on Fishermans Wharf and it is a long wharf folks...I thought I would hike it from the hotel. Again, bad idee, as I ended up cabbing back. I saw the "wharf seals", Alcatraz Island from afar (That fucker get's booked out a week in advance! I shoulda med rezzie's early. DAMMIT!!!) Took a street car, getting in trouble whenI did a "post-pike" off of the grab bar. (Where you grab the side bar and stick your body out in a "pike position". "GETCH yo' damn legs back in here! You'll knock yo' feet clean off!!!" sez the guide.) We enjoyed Ciaoppino and a little Pinot...just my baby and I. We just had a damn pleasant time.
And you know what else? There was nary a piece of smog or shite weather to be seen. It was just...perfect.
So this last Sunday, I just hoofed around Saint Cloud w/a Java Joint Java and enjoyed the sunshine. And remembered ol' San Fran, and a quote from the historical wharf. Wharfy, wharf, wharf...
"If the settler's had landed in San Francisco instead of Massachusetts...there would have never been an Eastward expansion"
Thursday, March 03, 2005
part deux...
Superman
Spiderman 1 & 2
X-Men and X2
The Crow
Batman 2
Hon Mentions- (Guilty Pleasures)
Condorman
Batman
Hellboy
The Incredibles (A superhero movie, yes, but it is still animated. I was reserving my opinion for "Live Action" flicks.
Blade 1 and 2
Can't wait to see:
Constantine
Batman Begins
FF (Ehhh, I'll give it a shot, but the "Thing" looks like a cookie.)
Superhero movie popularity runs in cycles. Just like all pop movie phenomena, you need to watch the waves and see what currently makes a "hit", and what type of genre film is signalling the "Death" of that current genre. I present you with the period between 1978 to 1981 (The early Superman Years), 1989 to 1992 (The early Batman Years), and now, 2000 to present. (Or, X-men to present)
When I first saw Superman, that soundtrack stuck w/me for months. I would hum it under my breath whilst furiously pedalling my big wheel. (Again, Star Wars was my 1st hummable movie theme...but this is superhero jive, fankids.) Next up we see the "Marvel Knock-offs", Spiderman (Starring "Rolf" from Sound of Music)...although I really dug the Spidey TV series (And his special appearances on "Electric Company") because..come on- He actually fought ninjas. And he had a cool costume. (But, dude had a spare tire. So whatev.)
Marvel could never quite keep the pace that DC maintained, and most of their attempts (Spidey, and do you remember the motorcycle-ridin/helmet wearin' Captain America? Reb Brown, btw.) on syndicated TV were never met with the popularity of the big blue gun, Superman. However, the death of a franchise can signal the birth of a different franchise, which means to say that Hollywood likes to maintain control over the publics tastes- How do they do that? With the dreaded sequel....the worst supervillain evah! Supes 2 kinda jumped the shark, and 3/4 were just turrible. After Batman (89), Batman Returns made a boo-boo by introducing multiple bad-guys to the story arc. (Which only works if it is a team of super-villains.)
And so, 1992 ended the last age of SH flix (It did give us Darkman, and a brilliant director of the Evil Dead movies who became more famous for the little spider that could), giving more headway to shite Rom-Coms, Action Flix, and the heady cerebral brit film. (Shadowlands, anyone?) 1994 brought us Clerks and the "popular" Indie film, which (smattered with pop/comic references) started to smooth the pavement for the re-birth of the comic film. We almost lost hope with B & R (And all wished the hairy death of Schumacher), for even though The Crow (Delish) was a provoking comic-noir film, it didn't have the impact it should have except for "The Tragedy". Most folks didn't realize that Blade was a bit player in a Spidey comic, or even a "Punisher for Vampires". (We still stung with Dolph's "Puke-nisher") Still, Blade was cool, and paved the way to an even cooler sequel (gasp! A concept!) and amped up the public interest. (And Marvels stock...it was time.) DC, the once might powerhouse, could not score a hit if it was playing tee-ball. (Thank God for 1998, and the Matrix. A comic movie, for certain, but I still see it as "Sci-Fi"...that age was the re-birth of the MEGA Sci-Fi/Fantasy era that will be closing with Ep3. I digress)
So X-Men busted out and they did it right. Technology and a good director made it a great film (Although, technically, the 1st one was a "Wolverine" movie) The sequel, despite historical proof, kicked booty. And, even for the Mighty Morphin Green Goblin, Toby-Spidey presented us with one of the best damn "Origin" movies to date. For the seriousness of Donner's Superman, we had a kid showing how excited a kid can get when he discovers he has super powers. And wait, a sequel where they KICKED ass, and didn't fall prey to the "multi-bad-guy" angle that has fallen other sh-sequels. (I'll bet Venom will be in the 3rd film, but It'd kick MUCH ass if they could show Spidey fighting the Sinister Syndicate!) And a new director will usher in the 3rd X-film, which has historically shown the destruction of a franchise. (Could be wrong though) and they've given "Mr. Usual Suspects" the Helm of the new Superman movie...could be good.
Moments I thought they would "Jump the Shark" w/in the last 5 years- The Punisher, Daredevil, Blade 3, Cat Ass-woman and Elektra. I only saw Daredevil, which (I'll say) didn't suck as badly as it could have...but I want to kick Baffleck in the shins, so that didn't help the cause. The rest...uhhh look awful.
So Batman...still looks like a rubber-suit made to sell toys. Would it KILL them to put him in fabric tights!? I like the director, and the direction they're going with it...so I'm keeping my fingies crossed. Same with Superman. Heck, for all of the new Superhero movies that come out. They keep me in hope.
ps: On a plane ride back from London, I was able to watch "Spidey 1" many times b4 getting back to the states. (It was either that, or the "Rookie". Barf) My mom was watching it simultaneously and when we got to the part where Toby 1st flexes his new "Spider-Muscles" ...my mom w/o missing a beat pokes my stomach and sez "Better work on your sit-ups, kiddo". I love her
Spiderman 1 & 2
X-Men and X2
The Crow
Batman 2
Hon Mentions- (Guilty Pleasures)
Condorman
Batman
Hellboy
The Incredibles (A superhero movie, yes, but it is still animated. I was reserving my opinion for "Live Action" flicks.
Blade 1 and 2
Can't wait to see:
Constantine
Batman Begins
FF (Ehhh, I'll give it a shot, but the "Thing" looks like a cookie.)
Superhero movie popularity runs in cycles. Just like all pop movie phenomena, you need to watch the waves and see what currently makes a "hit", and what type of genre film is signalling the "Death" of that current genre. I present you with the period between 1978 to 1981 (The early Superman Years), 1989 to 1992 (The early Batman Years), and now, 2000 to present. (Or, X-men to present)
When I first saw Superman, that soundtrack stuck w/me for months. I would hum it under my breath whilst furiously pedalling my big wheel. (Again, Star Wars was my 1st hummable movie theme...but this is superhero jive, fankids.) Next up we see the "Marvel Knock-offs", Spiderman (Starring "Rolf" from Sound of Music)...although I really dug the Spidey TV series (And his special appearances on "Electric Company") because..come on- He actually fought ninjas. And he had a cool costume. (But, dude had a spare tire. So whatev.)
Marvel could never quite keep the pace that DC maintained, and most of their attempts (Spidey, and do you remember the motorcycle-ridin/helmet wearin' Captain America? Reb Brown, btw.) on syndicated TV were never met with the popularity of the big blue gun, Superman. However, the death of a franchise can signal the birth of a different franchise, which means to say that Hollywood likes to maintain control over the publics tastes- How do they do that? With the dreaded sequel....the worst supervillain evah! Supes 2 kinda jumped the shark, and 3/4 were just turrible. After Batman (89), Batman Returns made a boo-boo by introducing multiple bad-guys to the story arc. (Which only works if it is a team of super-villains.)
And so, 1992 ended the last age of SH flix (It did give us Darkman, and a brilliant director of the Evil Dead movies who became more famous for the little spider that could), giving more headway to shite Rom-Coms, Action Flix, and the heady cerebral brit film. (Shadowlands, anyone?) 1994 brought us Clerks and the "popular" Indie film, which (smattered with pop/comic references) started to smooth the pavement for the re-birth of the comic film. We almost lost hope with B & R (And all wished the hairy death of Schumacher), for even though The Crow (Delish) was a provoking comic-noir film, it didn't have the impact it should have except for "The Tragedy". Most folks didn't realize that Blade was a bit player in a Spidey comic, or even a "Punisher for Vampires". (We still stung with Dolph's "Puke-nisher") Still, Blade was cool, and paved the way to an even cooler sequel (gasp! A concept!) and amped up the public interest. (And Marvels stock...it was time.) DC, the once might powerhouse, could not score a hit if it was playing tee-ball. (Thank God for 1998, and the Matrix. A comic movie, for certain, but I still see it as "Sci-Fi"...that age was the re-birth of the MEGA Sci-Fi/Fantasy era that will be closing with Ep3. I digress)
So X-Men busted out and they did it right. Technology and a good director made it a great film (Although, technically, the 1st one was a "Wolverine" movie) The sequel, despite historical proof, kicked booty. And, even for the Mighty Morphin Green Goblin, Toby-Spidey presented us with one of the best damn "Origin" movies to date. For the seriousness of Donner's Superman, we had a kid showing how excited a kid can get when he discovers he has super powers. And wait, a sequel where they KICKED ass, and didn't fall prey to the "multi-bad-guy" angle that has fallen other sh-sequels. (I'll bet Venom will be in the 3rd film, but It'd kick MUCH ass if they could show Spidey fighting the Sinister Syndicate!) And a new director will usher in the 3rd X-film, which has historically shown the destruction of a franchise. (Could be wrong though) and they've given "Mr. Usual Suspects" the Helm of the new Superman movie...could be good.
Moments I thought they would "Jump the Shark" w/in the last 5 years- The Punisher, Daredevil, Blade 3, Cat Ass-woman and Elektra. I only saw Daredevil, which (I'll say) didn't suck as badly as it could have...but I want to kick Baffleck in the shins, so that didn't help the cause. The rest...uhhh look awful.
So Batman...still looks like a rubber-suit made to sell toys. Would it KILL them to put him in fabric tights!? I like the director, and the direction they're going with it...so I'm keeping my fingies crossed. Same with Superman. Heck, for all of the new Superhero movies that come out. They keep me in hope.
ps: On a plane ride back from London, I was able to watch "Spidey 1" many times b4 getting back to the states. (It was either that, or the "Rookie". Barf) My mom was watching it simultaneously and when we got to the part where Toby 1st flexes his new "Spider-Muscles" ...my mom w/o missing a beat pokes my stomach and sez "Better work on your sit-ups, kiddo". I love her
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
When bad things happen to good Superheroes. Part 1
Saw "The Incredibles" and it was cool.
I was a little kid and first stumbled upon a stash of the "Cabin Comics". (Comics which were unceremoniously dumped in a drawer up at our cabin. They ran the gamut from Little Lulu to Classics Illustrated to Superman.) I loved the mythology, (Pre-Joseph Campbell) and as early as age 2 I was knotting a towel around my neck and pretending to fly around the yard. My affinity for comics and superheroes had begun.
Spider-Man was the 1st I ever identified with, going so far as to wearing my makeshift costume to elementary school and starting a fan-club in 1st grade (My parents were called when 2 kids actually joined. I made them pay a Quarter to be a member.) My tastes and loves for various heroes bloomed after Underoo's were developed, and I could parade around the neighborhood as different heroes in the comfort of my skivvies. (My parents chagrin at this was tempered by the fact that I wasn't crying for toys, but in fact begging for undapants.) Captains America and Marvel, Superman, Batman, The GAH (An easy hero for me to be, blonde curls and all), Green Lantern, The Flash (If you're nice, I'll give you a funny "P's mom story" and tell you about the time I was playing The Flash and got hit by 2 girls on ten-speeds.) I started buying comics around '86, ("X-Titles" for the uninitiated) hung out with other geeks (Yeah...them), eventually stopping 'round 1992. (Too many cross-pollinated comics just made following too pricey.)
Years later, a co-worker geek at the Bullseye got me hooked again, showing me the coolness of particular artists and writers. (Gaiman, Miller, Moore.) Once again I started reading the comics- Watchmen, Dark Knight (Ok, I'd already read it but I hadn't bought it yet) Preacher, Sin City, Top Ten, The Authority....it was all brilliant. I've made it a goal to eventually collect the Sandman series.
It made me realize that my early love for comics (besides the escapist aspect) had fostered a healthy love of reading and learning, (Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker were both smart guys. Better to be smart and secretive thought I.) It initiated my early sense of morals and values which fit my nature and upbringing (Easy enough to figure out what's bad and what's good when your Dad is a cop) and a remarkably fucked up imagination. It kept me active, not only joining sports, but taking up activities which I thought would help me be a superhero: Martial Arts, Wrestling, Gymnastics, Rock Climbing, lifting weights. Kendo and Fencing was due to my love of Star Wars, but we're onto comics now, Fankids.) My only problem with climbing was getting down. Many a phone call my parents had to field, telling them that their kid was stuck up in a tree. I was able to push past my fear of heights too...even though I hate the idea of falling.
The thing is they're fictional, and I've never deluded myself into thinking I could fly (Another cute P segue is here, but I'll speak of it later) or that I could climb a wall, or lord knows dodge a bullet. I admired the discipline, honor, goodness, and coolness that went with being a super hero. Or just a hero. And there were little ways I started to learn what it meant to be a hero: Making someone laugh when they've had a bad day, or when they're mad. (It's what Spiderman would do) talking your way out of a fight, opening a door for someone carrying too many bags, stopping on a jog to help a kid who fell off a bike. It's dumb to look for honor and nobility in your actions, but ultimately (and karmically) I can be introspective and find the redeeming qualities, and for fun...I can blame comic books. It's a great feeling to know that your "secret identity" can gather a little respect...all by yourself.
And here I am, all of 30, and I just finished reading somewhere that, "In the comic world" Peter Parker is now a teacher, in his 30's. And he's 5'10", 165...just like me. And if you're curious,
I still own my Spiderman Ski Mask that I used with my costume.
But I wanna talk movies...so I'll movie this on to a top-tenny kinda thread. I just wanted to get that off my chest, but I wonder what kinda superhero are you?
I was a little kid and first stumbled upon a stash of the "Cabin Comics". (Comics which were unceremoniously dumped in a drawer up at our cabin. They ran the gamut from Little Lulu to Classics Illustrated to Superman.) I loved the mythology, (Pre-Joseph Campbell) and as early as age 2 I was knotting a towel around my neck and pretending to fly around the yard. My affinity for comics and superheroes had begun.
Spider-Man was the 1st I ever identified with, going so far as to wearing my makeshift costume to elementary school and starting a fan-club in 1st grade (My parents were called when 2 kids actually joined. I made them pay a Quarter to be a member.) My tastes and loves for various heroes bloomed after Underoo's were developed, and I could parade around the neighborhood as different heroes in the comfort of my skivvies. (My parents chagrin at this was tempered by the fact that I wasn't crying for toys, but in fact begging for undapants.) Captains America and Marvel, Superman, Batman, The GAH (An easy hero for me to be, blonde curls and all), Green Lantern, The Flash (If you're nice, I'll give you a funny "P's mom story" and tell you about the time I was playing The Flash and got hit by 2 girls on ten-speeds.) I started buying comics around '86, ("X-Titles" for the uninitiated) hung out with other geeks (Yeah...them), eventually stopping 'round 1992. (Too many cross-pollinated comics just made following too pricey.)
Years later, a co-worker geek at the Bullseye got me hooked again, showing me the coolness of particular artists and writers. (Gaiman, Miller, Moore.) Once again I started reading the comics- Watchmen, Dark Knight (Ok, I'd already read it but I hadn't bought it yet) Preacher, Sin City, Top Ten, The Authority....it was all brilliant. I've made it a goal to eventually collect the Sandman series.
It made me realize that my early love for comics (besides the escapist aspect) had fostered a healthy love of reading and learning, (Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker were both smart guys. Better to be smart and secretive thought I.) It initiated my early sense of morals and values which fit my nature and upbringing (Easy enough to figure out what's bad and what's good when your Dad is a cop) and a remarkably fucked up imagination. It kept me active, not only joining sports, but taking up activities which I thought would help me be a superhero: Martial Arts, Wrestling, Gymnastics, Rock Climbing, lifting weights. Kendo and Fencing was due to my love of Star Wars, but we're onto comics now, Fankids.) My only problem with climbing was getting down. Many a phone call my parents had to field, telling them that their kid was stuck up in a tree. I was able to push past my fear of heights too...even though I hate the idea of falling.
The thing is they're fictional, and I've never deluded myself into thinking I could fly (Another cute P segue is here, but I'll speak of it later) or that I could climb a wall, or lord knows dodge a bullet. I admired the discipline, honor, goodness, and coolness that went with being a super hero. Or just a hero. And there were little ways I started to learn what it meant to be a hero: Making someone laugh when they've had a bad day, or when they're mad. (It's what Spiderman would do) talking your way out of a fight, opening a door for someone carrying too many bags, stopping on a jog to help a kid who fell off a bike. It's dumb to look for honor and nobility in your actions, but ultimately (and karmically) I can be introspective and find the redeeming qualities, and for fun...I can blame comic books. It's a great feeling to know that your "secret identity" can gather a little respect...all by yourself.
And here I am, all of 30, and I just finished reading somewhere that, "In the comic world" Peter Parker is now a teacher, in his 30's. And he's 5'10", 165...just like me. And if you're curious,
I still own my Spiderman Ski Mask that I used with my costume.
But I wanna talk movies...so I'll movie this on to a top-tenny kinda thread. I just wanted to get that off my chest, but I wonder what kinda superhero are you?
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
The Seedy Underbelly of Show Choir
J choreographs show choir out in Bloomington, as many may already know. For the uninitiated, show choir is basically "choir", except instead of having an ecclectic variety of music (Secular, Showtune, Folk song, etc...) These kids put up what amounts to a musical theatre production number- On risers. Complete with Choreography (Hence "J") costumes, a full band (Not just the piano, as I remember in my days of old.) and a repetoire of pop and musical theatre ditties.
They compete, actually, at the local/state/regional/and sometimes (gasp) the national level.
However, they are HS kids, and J's biggest frustration tends to be the lack of focus/discipline in the group, and the fact that occasionally they just don't seem...in to it.
Last year, they had the good fortune to take 1st in a couple of contests. J was very proud that her medley (She helped cut the music)/choreography received high marks, and the kids were flying high. The year, with a new crop O' porkchops, she has to start anew. And performance wise she's picked a neat little set (Many songs from "Wicked") the kids haven't worked nearly as hard as they did last year.
So they brought in an expert. A show choir director from Sheboygan WI (Where they take their show choir very seriously) who has apparently many trophies in his case. The WI kids aren't allowed in ANY other extracurric activity when they get into their show choir. They EatBreatheSleep show choir. Shit, I don't remember choir being this competitive...but here you are. (I doubt we'll see this on ESPN any time soon.) Soooo, the Bloomie choir director decides to bring this guy in as an outside resource to audit the choir.
W/O telling J.
She sits off to the side for a while, watching him work, and finally gets up and introduces herself.
She leaves, shortly after, when she hears this comment from him:
"LADIES? Ladies...Remember: The bigger the hair, the smaller the hips!"
My mouth dropped after hearing that. Dropped. J was fit to be tied, and in utter disbelief. And they wonder why kids have body image problems? J hasn't spoke w/the choir director since Monday night, but I think the conversation ought to be a good one.
Had to get that off my chest. I'll post something fun later. I'd have kicked that fucker in his 5-6-7-8 shins!!!
They compete, actually, at the local/state/regional/and sometimes (gasp) the national level.
However, they are HS kids, and J's biggest frustration tends to be the lack of focus/discipline in the group, and the fact that occasionally they just don't seem...in to it.
Last year, they had the good fortune to take 1st in a couple of contests. J was very proud that her medley (She helped cut the music)/choreography received high marks, and the kids were flying high. The year, with a new crop O' porkchops, she has to start anew. And performance wise she's picked a neat little set (Many songs from "Wicked") the kids haven't worked nearly as hard as they did last year.
So they brought in an expert. A show choir director from Sheboygan WI (Where they take their show choir very seriously) who has apparently many trophies in his case. The WI kids aren't allowed in ANY other extracurric activity when they get into their show choir. They EatBreatheSleep show choir. Shit, I don't remember choir being this competitive...but here you are. (I doubt we'll see this on ESPN any time soon.) Soooo, the Bloomie choir director decides to bring this guy in as an outside resource to audit the choir.
W/O telling J.
She sits off to the side for a while, watching him work, and finally gets up and introduces herself.
She leaves, shortly after, when she hears this comment from him:
"LADIES? Ladies...Remember: The bigger the hair, the smaller the hips!"
My mouth dropped after hearing that. Dropped. J was fit to be tied, and in utter disbelief. And they wonder why kids have body image problems? J hasn't spoke w/the choir director since Monday night, but I think the conversation ought to be a good one.
Had to get that off my chest. I'll post something fun later. I'd have kicked that fucker in his 5-6-7-8 shins!!!
Monday, February 28, 2005
Observation:
Oscar's were kinda boring. I didn't go out (or host) anything this year, which is a first. (And will probably be a long line of 1st's due to being a new home-owner/ boner-donor.) I was hoping that it would be a dark-horse kind of year, with Imelda and Johnny getting top-honors for acting and Scorsese finally getting his little gold man. Hard to judge when I haven't seen a single gawdamn one of the movies that were nominated.
Except Spiderman 2.
Weekend held no surprises- Our Friday/Sat/Sunday crowds were a bit more reserved than our opening night audiences. (Go fig, we had 40 "Red Hats" in the house- Many of them had stopped in at the Carpet pre-show.) Some folks think it's a comedy, others expect 2+ hours of pathos. Matt "The Scalpel" , The Malosian, Jim Lbs, JP, and the Apple all trekked up from cities to check out the show. Regardless of what was thought of the show or performances, I think it is really cool that they came up to be supportive. And to see if they could find the spot where you landed. You know who you are. Lander.
Since buying that house, the Saturday party was a very subdued affair. I was asleep by 12:30.
The wine bottle, mysteriously empty. And a kitten...gnawing on my forehead like I was a Vegas magician.
4 BR, 2300 sq ft, 2 car garage...in Saint Cloud? $150,000. In SW Mpls? $395,000.
My last morsel: I lost a reader, my friends. Latts got a new jobbie, which means he will not be able to access email/Internet unless he drags his butt to the LIE-Barry. Congrats on your new job, and your movie premiere, spanky.
Except Spiderman 2.
Weekend held no surprises- Our Friday/Sat/Sunday crowds were a bit more reserved than our opening night audiences. (Go fig, we had 40 "Red Hats" in the house- Many of them had stopped in at the Carpet pre-show.) Some folks think it's a comedy, others expect 2+ hours of pathos. Matt "The Scalpel" , The Malosian, Jim Lbs, JP, and the Apple all trekked up from cities to check out the show. Regardless of what was thought of the show or performances, I think it is really cool that they came up to be supportive. And to see if they could find the spot where you landed. You know who you are. Lander.
Since buying that house, the Saturday party was a very subdued affair. I was asleep by 12:30.
The wine bottle, mysteriously empty. And a kitten...gnawing on my forehead like I was a Vegas magician.
4 BR, 2300 sq ft, 2 car garage...in Saint Cloud? $150,000. In SW Mpls? $395,000.
My last morsel: I lost a reader, my friends. Latts got a new jobbie, which means he will not be able to access email/Internet unless he drags his butt to the LIE-Barry. Congrats on your new job, and your movie premiere, spanky.
Friday, February 25, 2005
MAYO!!!
I gotta get this out.
I'm at Subway, and I hear this dialogue from the lady ordering (2) down from me:
Customer- Um, yes, extra cheese, and toasted.
SA (Sandwich Artist)- 'kay
Cust- (Blah de blah...finally gets to) Mayo
SA- 'kay
Cust- Um, more mayo?
SA- (Dude proceeds to liberally apply mayo...I mean, do you want a sub with that miracle
whip?)
Seriously, you could see NOTHING under that blanket of mayo. It was narsty. And people rip on me for my dietary choices? Yeesh.
Opening was outstanding. Everything really just...clicked. It was glorious. The Barth's were their usual generous selves, picking up a quick round of cocktails over at the 'Carpet. Before I headed over there, I stood out in front of the theatre and bumped my leg on the railing by the stairs-(In front of 5th ave) I call this piece, "a little morbid":
I looked over the 8 footish drop towards the sidewalk, and suddenly had a flash of what happened to the Geef's Weef, and I tell you, I got a little weirded out. I started thinking if I was close to them, and I was standing there, would I have been able to at least try to grab her? And if it was me who fell, would I have been able to put my arm out first, or if I went ass over teakettle would I have had time or the reflexes to maybe roll? (Probably breaking my arm or my collarbone, respectively.) I've never broken a bone before, would I have been knocked out? Would I know it was broken? Would this dispell the mythos I've built around myself that I'm faster than most, that my (usually) quick reflexes weren't enough, or that my virtual indestructability wouldn't keep me from an ER visit? I don't believe I can dodge bullets people (I hate guns) but all the same, I slowly moved away from the railing, feeling a little foolish- and a little sorry for the Geef who maybe felt a little powerless too.
My luck, I would have made a mad dash to grab her, only caught the bottom of her dress, and she would have tumbled over the side, slipping through my grasp- leaving me holding a black cocktail dress: Seriously injured, and butt nekkid. On the street. In Saint Cloud.
It is doubtful she would be reading this blog if that was the case. Or the Geef for that matter. This is why I leave the heroic delusions in my head...or on this site.
Quick question if you're still with me:
What is wrong with the saying- "I'm happiest when you are happy".
(Not "I'm only happy when you're happy.") Let me know.
I'm at Subway, and I hear this dialogue from the lady ordering (2) down from me:
Customer- Um, yes, extra cheese, and toasted.
SA (Sandwich Artist)- 'kay
Cust- (Blah de blah...finally gets to) Mayo
SA- 'kay
Cust- Um, more mayo?
SA- (Dude proceeds to liberally apply mayo...I mean, do you want a sub with that miracle
whip?)
Seriously, you could see NOTHING under that blanket of mayo. It was narsty. And people rip on me for my dietary choices? Yeesh.
Opening was outstanding. Everything really just...clicked. It was glorious. The Barth's were their usual generous selves, picking up a quick round of cocktails over at the 'Carpet. Before I headed over there, I stood out in front of the theatre and bumped my leg on the railing by the stairs-(In front of 5th ave) I call this piece, "a little morbid":
I looked over the 8 footish drop towards the sidewalk, and suddenly had a flash of what happened to the Geef's Weef, and I tell you, I got a little weirded out. I started thinking if I was close to them, and I was standing there, would I have been able to at least try to grab her? And if it was me who fell, would I have been able to put my arm out first, or if I went ass over teakettle would I have had time or the reflexes to maybe roll? (Probably breaking my arm or my collarbone, respectively.) I've never broken a bone before, would I have been knocked out? Would I know it was broken? Would this dispell the mythos I've built around myself that I'm faster than most, that my (usually) quick reflexes weren't enough, or that my virtual indestructability wouldn't keep me from an ER visit? I don't believe I can dodge bullets people (I hate guns) but all the same, I slowly moved away from the railing, feeling a little foolish- and a little sorry for the Geef who maybe felt a little powerless too.
My luck, I would have made a mad dash to grab her, only caught the bottom of her dress, and she would have tumbled over the side, slipping through my grasp- leaving me holding a black cocktail dress: Seriously injured, and butt nekkid. On the street. In Saint Cloud.
It is doubtful she would be reading this blog if that was the case. Or the Geef for that matter. This is why I leave the heroic delusions in my head...or on this site.
Quick question if you're still with me:
What is wrong with the saying- "I'm happiest when you are happy".
(Not "I'm only happy when you're happy.") Let me know.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Durrrr, I have a tattoo.
I grabbed a pen to scratch my itchy ol' back. The itch was just outta reach, so I figured the pen would be as good as anything. 'Cept I didn't notice that the cap was off. Yeah. This ranks in the pantheon of dumb "P" things like, almost pouring OJ into the coffee pot or putting on my undies backwards.
(Sighs) Did I mention that I have a back scratcher at my desk?
My absent-mindedness is probably related to the $300 I just spent on the car. I was a ball of nerves that it would cost a fortune, and after my 1st phone call I was relieved that it just needed a $50 tune-up and maybe an oil change. The 2nd phone call is what torqued me. (My car had bad balls...bearings. )
A discovery was made as to m'ladies tummy malady. The doc told her to 86 the following for one month, and then come back for a follow up:
All Dairy (meaning cheese, creamer, butter, Milk Chocolate, and ice cream) Caffeine, and stress. Can't do too much about the stress thing, but, ummmm. Maybe the good ol' Dr. didn't realize that he has cancelled the better part of her diet. Ladies and Gents, she is gonna be one cuh-rabby beeyotch. I speak truth.
In sympathy, I have started to scale back my caffeine addiction. (The other stuff I don't really eat). However, I am suffering the slings and arrows of withdrawl- and I'm finding that when peoplle say things like: "Good for you!" or "Wow, I don't drink it so I guess I don't know what that's like!" - I want to kick them in the shins.
I'm kidding, of course. I'm fine, and I really think I could do without the bacchanalian amounts of caffeine I imbibe anyway. And it's good for the show- the listlessness and heaviness really add something to the character of "Doc". Like the weight of the world is on my shoulders? Did I mention that it is opening night tonight? Meag's and I have a wonderful moment together onstage that really cements the whole experience for me. If you're wondering? That's why I do it. And based on pre-sale numbers, we're averaging 49 peeps a night. That'll feel good. I hope they like it as much as I've enjoyed the experience. KWT and I were talking and we both agreed that after spending a day of "worrying" (about whatever) the theatre was the one place we could go and focus. Yeah. That's another reason why I do it.
57 miles. That is how far it is from my home to the Cloud. That's a long time for an abstract random to be dwelling in his own head. I need to get back to the dojo.
(Sighs) Did I mention that I have a back scratcher at my desk?
My absent-mindedness is probably related to the $300 I just spent on the car. I was a ball of nerves that it would cost a fortune, and after my 1st phone call I was relieved that it just needed a $50 tune-up and maybe an oil change. The 2nd phone call is what torqued me. (My car had bad balls...bearings. )
A discovery was made as to m'ladies tummy malady. The doc told her to 86 the following for one month, and then come back for a follow up:
All Dairy (meaning cheese, creamer, butter, Milk Chocolate, and ice cream) Caffeine, and stress. Can't do too much about the stress thing, but, ummmm. Maybe the good ol' Dr. didn't realize that he has cancelled the better part of her diet. Ladies and Gents, she is gonna be one cuh-rabby beeyotch. I speak truth.
In sympathy, I have started to scale back my caffeine addiction. (The other stuff I don't really eat). However, I am suffering the slings and arrows of withdrawl- and I'm finding that when peoplle say things like: "Good for you!" or "Wow, I don't drink it so I guess I don't know what that's like!" - I want to kick them in the shins.
I'm kidding, of course. I'm fine, and I really think I could do without the bacchanalian amounts of caffeine I imbibe anyway. And it's good for the show- the listlessness and heaviness really add something to the character of "Doc". Like the weight of the world is on my shoulders? Did I mention that it is opening night tonight? Meag's and I have a wonderful moment together onstage that really cements the whole experience for me. If you're wondering? That's why I do it. And based on pre-sale numbers, we're averaging 49 peeps a night. That'll feel good. I hope they like it as much as I've enjoyed the experience. KWT and I were talking and we both agreed that after spending a day of "worrying" (about whatever) the theatre was the one place we could go and focus. Yeah. That's another reason why I do it.
57 miles. That is how far it is from my home to the Cloud. That's a long time for an abstract random to be dwelling in his own head. I need to get back to the dojo.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Okay chill.
I held the door for 8 people trying to scurry onto the elevator this morning. As the door was shutting, the last dude starts to repeatedly tap the "Door Close" button like it was a telegraph. Can you all see the message?:
"Trying to close you faster. Stop. Can't stop being an anal putz. Stop. Don't realize that hitting the close button repeatedly will not make you speed up. Stop. I am a douchebag. Stop." Dorkus Malorkus.
What's up w/the Barth's buying a B & B? Anybody?
"Trying to close you faster. Stop. Can't stop being an anal putz. Stop. Don't realize that hitting the close button repeatedly will not make you speed up. Stop. I am a douchebag. Stop." Dorkus Malorkus.
- I love trail mix. That is some good shit. And not the crap with M & M's in it, I'm talking Cali Mix yo'! Nothing but nuts and dried fruit. Deeeelish.
- I forgot how long commutes to and from the 'Cloud can be. Thank goodness they have a "Y" so I can pop in, work out, and wake up. Even though their Y sucks, even by Y standards. ("'Nautilis'? Idn't dat some sub in some book 'er sumpthin? Mmmmmm I want a sub fer lunch...") At least they have a treadmill. Remember the one's that were basically a bunch of rollers set side by side with some fabric covering it? Well, these are darn close to being those treadmills. And don't get me started on the weights. Eugene Sandow worked out with better equipment.
- Hemsings Deli in Saint Cloud has some tasty sammies. Tay-Stee.
- I think the show is gonna be pretty cool. It has Karen WT in it. Helloooo?
- Funny how hospitals don't let you eat for 24 hours before certain exams. They must know that it makes a dancer crabby.
What's up w/the Barth's buying a B & B? Anybody?
Friday, February 18, 2005
Fook
Toasty warm house when I went to bed last night. Cold shit again in the morn.
Didn't mean to rail on about homeowner woes (My reader's got some of there own, ah-ight?)
I mean, we rented the last one and were basically home owners (i.e. responsible for all repairs, breakdowns, etc.) And besides the puddle-y basement, fridge break-down, no A/C (Not a problem with the mild summer.) and TeeP's passing out in our bathroom after an Absinthe binge...it was totally fine. I don't usually adhere to idea's pessimistic, but we've only been in the new place for a little over 2 weeks now and the heat's broken down twice? That just a little ominous.
(Muppet News Flash: J went out and got a NEW thermy-stat. Installed it herself an everything. Ok, her dad came over and double checked her work, but still- very crafty that girl. They found car fuses in the Heater. Car fuses. I didn't ask how, just get rid of 'em!)
QUICK HITS-
Last night at Knights, two words: "Greek Family". No joke, they were funny, fucked-up people. They relished in the stereotypes, and made sure I knew that they were 100% "Grick". Find me the window cleaner, stat! OPA!!!
G and Kaiser- I'm Green Lantern. I figured as much. I love the Dark Knight and all, but I figured via looks/personality wise I'm more of a Kyle Rayner , or even a Wally West. Although, i'm not the Flash that way ladies....(Embarrassed coughing.) Speaking of cool nerd news: III Spoilers here.
I'll dither about comics another blog, but yeah- I wanna see Constantine and Batman. They look too cool for school. Next month we'll start getting the cool Ep III Commercials. Will we be doing the midnight showing thing, guys? Last time...
I got two shows (1 - 2)I would love to audition for, and I'm not sure if I'm gonna have time. One of them has auditions on Monday, (I'll be "Crime-ing") the other, well...I just don't know how busy I'll be w/the two jobs. I guess I'm getting a little tired of being burdensome on the directors/SM's by having to tell them "These are what nights I can be there and these are the nights when I won't." It's selfish behavior on my part, and I liked being known as the easy to work with performer who learns his lines real fast. Not necessarily a good actor, but, y'know- good to work with/have work for you. Fork You Rick III, for being one of my favorite shows. Fork You too Hamlet. Forker. I'll wax my nugent about Shakespeare later.
Latts- Congrats on the new job. If I had a kitchen, I'd make you dinner.
Portland-tana: Good luck w/the move. Stop thinking so damn much.
Tah-Lon- Good for you for kicking Kaiser's buttski and hutch at bowling.
Didn't mean to rail on about homeowner woes (My reader's got some of there own, ah-ight?)
I mean, we rented the last one and were basically home owners (i.e. responsible for all repairs, breakdowns, etc.) And besides the puddle-y basement, fridge break-down, no A/C (Not a problem with the mild summer.) and TeeP's passing out in our bathroom after an Absinthe binge...it was totally fine. I don't usually adhere to idea's pessimistic, but we've only been in the new place for a little over 2 weeks now and the heat's broken down twice? That just a little ominous.
(Muppet News Flash: J went out and got a NEW thermy-stat. Installed it herself an everything. Ok, her dad came over and double checked her work, but still- very crafty that girl. They found car fuses in the Heater. Car fuses. I didn't ask how, just get rid of 'em!)
QUICK HITS-
Last night at Knights, two words: "Greek Family". No joke, they were funny, fucked-up people. They relished in the stereotypes, and made sure I knew that they were 100% "Grick". Find me the window cleaner, stat! OPA!!!
G and Kaiser- I'm Green Lantern. I figured as much. I love the Dark Knight and all, but I figured via looks/personality wise I'm more of a Kyle Rayner , or even a Wally West. Although, i'm not the Flash that way ladies....(Embarrassed coughing.) Speaking of cool nerd news: III Spoilers here.
I'll dither about comics another blog, but yeah- I wanna see Constantine and Batman. They look too cool for school. Next month we'll start getting the cool Ep III Commercials. Will we be doing the midnight showing thing, guys? Last time...
I got two shows (1 - 2)I would love to audition for, and I'm not sure if I'm gonna have time. One of them has auditions on Monday, (I'll be "Crime-ing") the other, well...I just don't know how busy I'll be w/the two jobs. I guess I'm getting a little tired of being burdensome on the directors/SM's by having to tell them "These are what nights I can be there and these are the nights when I won't." It's selfish behavior on my part, and I liked being known as the easy to work with performer who learns his lines real fast. Not necessarily a good actor, but, y'know- good to work with/have work for you. Fork You Rick III, for being one of my favorite shows. Fork You too Hamlet. Forker. I'll wax my nugent about Shakespeare later.
Latts- Congrats on the new job. If I had a kitchen, I'd make you dinner.
Portland-tana: Good luck w/the move. Stop thinking so damn much.
Tah-Lon- Good for you for kicking Kaiser's buttski and hutch at bowling.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
A banner morning.
I arrive home after a rather full day yestiddy, to a very cool house. Not cold, mind you. Just cool. Now, J runs rather hot, so my initial thought was that she had dropped the thermy a few degree's. As it turned out the therm was set at a balmy 72 degree's, but the internal temperature sensor was showing 50 degree's. Fook.
I did all the checking- pilot light was good, thermostat didn't seem too fooked up, the heater just wasn't sending anything through the vents. And I was getting cold.
I was veddy veddy tired. (That whole overnight shoot the night before). Being that it was too late to call J's dad, I busted out the space heater for the BR, stripped (very quickly) and replaced my day clothes with a sweat suit, and tried to get to bed. When J gets home, I arise to go through the entire explanation again, travelling downstairs, pointing to things, getting a little salty. We go to bed under, I shite you not, 3 comforters and 2 quilts. I had my ski cap on, while J simply cannoli'ed herself in. (I subsequently did not hear my alarm, and was 1 hr. late to work. I'm glad my boss is understanding. ) All told, a very comfortable nights sleep.
Wake-up temperature? 42 degree's. Outside temps were in the mid-teens. And the fish was dead. Poor beta. We hardly knew ye.
This story is that will illicit the "that sucks, dude" response from most peeps. We truly are camping. Another MN winter thermostat story. 42 degrees!!!!
(Just got off the phone w/J. $100 and a half hour later, we find out we need to replace the thermostat due to a bad connection. The heater-guy tells J not to buy one of theirs, since they are too expensive. J's dad is bringing over a free one and will install it for her. Feh-King Thermostat!) Hadn't I said before that the amenities on this house were vast, including a newer Heating System? I should really hit the buffet to pad my beluga self for the possibility of future nights like last night.
I'm thinking I need to customize my lists. I was asked why "Guffman" wasn't on my comedic fave list. I should have been more diligent, Butterfly Girl. (Since the time we first viewed it together, Christopher Guest has released 2 more HI-larious documentaries. BIS and AMW. )
So, future side bars will contain favorite movies broken doon by genre. 'Cause us randomites can't choose an ALL-time favorite movie.
I did all the checking- pilot light was good, thermostat didn't seem too fooked up, the heater just wasn't sending anything through the vents. And I was getting cold.
I was veddy veddy tired. (That whole overnight shoot the night before). Being that it was too late to call J's dad, I busted out the space heater for the BR, stripped (very quickly) and replaced my day clothes with a sweat suit, and tried to get to bed. When J gets home, I arise to go through the entire explanation again, travelling downstairs, pointing to things, getting a little salty. We go to bed under, I shite you not, 3 comforters and 2 quilts. I had my ski cap on, while J simply cannoli'ed herself in. (I subsequently did not hear my alarm, and was 1 hr. late to work. I'm glad my boss is understanding. ) All told, a very comfortable nights sleep.
Wake-up temperature? 42 degree's. Outside temps were in the mid-teens. And the fish was dead. Poor beta. We hardly knew ye.
This story is that will illicit the "that sucks, dude" response from most peeps. We truly are camping. Another MN winter thermostat story. 42 degrees!!!!
(Just got off the phone w/J. $100 and a half hour later, we find out we need to replace the thermostat due to a bad connection. The heater-guy tells J not to buy one of theirs, since they are too expensive. J's dad is bringing over a free one and will install it for her. Feh-King Thermostat!) Hadn't I said before that the amenities on this house were vast, including a newer Heating System? I should really hit the buffet to pad my beluga self for the possibility of future nights like last night.
I'm thinking I need to customize my lists. I was asked why "Guffman" wasn't on my comedic fave list. I should have been more diligent, Butterfly Girl. (Since the time we first viewed it together, Christopher Guest has released 2 more HI-larious documentaries. BIS and AMW. )
So, future side bars will contain favorite movies broken doon by genre. 'Cause us randomites can't choose an ALL-time favorite movie.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Ice-T is 47?
Damn. "F--- the berf-day, F---, F---, F--- the berfday..." Uhhh. Yeah. Reading Rainbow LaForge is 48. That just floors me too.
So my new friend Chizz-Ad and I were hovering over the craft services table last night around 2 am. I was trying to hold off on snacking, but boredom and coldness settled in, so we started picking through the spread. Sample dialogue:
"What are those?"
"Terra Chips"
"Terra Chips?"
"Yeah...cause they 'Terra-rize' yo ass."
"_____ you ain't right"
"Yo man...I ain't trippin'"
(More punchy tired laughter)
Guess who was who in that exchange.
It was good time though. 8:30pm to 3:15 a.m. The talent (I love it when they call us that) all agreed that we had a pretty fun time. I held off the caffeine all day until shoot time (This is hard for me folks, so, a little sympathy.) and didn't actually get on camera until 1 a.m. So it was a long night. A few cool things I learned was that many of us live in the NE Mpls area, the make-up lady went to my H.S. albeit, 18 years before me. (She told us that she's going up to work on that new Theron movie today.) andwe all started in on how beautiful we all thought Tina Turner was. And that Mad Max:BT was an underrated movie.
I can't help feeling that I was "the weakest link". (I kept telling the director that "Mr. Waste-y Film"was ready for his close up.) A touchy medium, film. Having a good look is everything. Sad but true. Me? I look like Sean Penn, Ryan Stiles, Danny Kaye, and Robin Williams love child. You know...if they, like, all pulled a "Twins" and made milkshake or sompthin'...
Anyone see the new Salmon sub at Subway yet? (Just in time for Lent!) I love salmon, but, eeeeeeee. I think I'll be sticking with the S.O.C.T. A Salmon Sammy just sounds Barfy.
So my new friend Chizz-Ad and I were hovering over the craft services table last night around 2 am. I was trying to hold off on snacking, but boredom and coldness settled in, so we started picking through the spread. Sample dialogue:
"What are those?"
"Terra Chips"
"Terra Chips?"
"Yeah...cause they 'Terra-rize' yo ass."
"_____ you ain't right"
"Yo man...I ain't trippin'"
(More punchy tired laughter)
Guess who was who in that exchange.
It was good time though. 8:30pm to 3:15 a.m. The talent (I love it when they call us that) all agreed that we had a pretty fun time. I held off the caffeine all day until shoot time (This is hard for me folks, so, a little sympathy.) and didn't actually get on camera until 1 a.m. So it was a long night. A few cool things I learned was that many of us live in the NE Mpls area, the make-up lady went to my H.S. albeit, 18 years before me. (She told us that she's going up to work on that new Theron movie today.) andwe all started in on how beautiful we all thought Tina Turner was. And that Mad Max:BT was an underrated movie.
I can't help feeling that I was "the weakest link". (I kept telling the director that "Mr. Waste-y Film"
Anyone see the new Salmon sub at Subway yet? (Just in time for Lent!) I love salmon, but, eeeeeeee. I think I'll be sticking with the S.O.C.T. A Salmon Sammy just sounds Barfy.
Monday, February 14, 2005
Fit to be tied.
Happy V day y'all. My ceiling has been drywalled, and the walls are 1/5 finished. A couple more sheets, and it'll be done. Finally. Next, the taping and mudding, which (I hear) is a bitch! Yeeeah!!
I have a friend who's back went "kerflooey". He saw a PT, and after his eval/fix-up they recommended he get into the gym to do some strengthening exercises. So he calls me to be his fitness consultant. Funny. (Only because this marks the 2nd time in the past couple 'o weeks I've been asked to do this. 3 if you count teaching my dad rotator cuff strengthening exercises.)
When I was a young boy.. (dooby doo wop. Sing it Cougar!!!) I was planning on getting into Forensic Pathology, which then switched to sports medicine. (B4T= Before Theatre) I thought it would be super coolio to get into kinesiology as a career. (It also stems from my mom being a nurse. During my formative years when she was pursuing her RN, she would read my brother and I her text books to put us to sleep.) Most of my early classes were Anatomy/Physiology related, as I was getting a purty good knack for things biological. And I didn't mind being the only dude in Biology and Women: 3601. Where I was lacking was mathematics. In fact, I avoided the math part of my major until the bitter end of my sophomore year, until I finally switched to theatro'. (A brief traipsing into Business went nowhere. I thought I could take a management class and be done, but noooooo. More frickin math.)
Go figure. Mr "Easily-Distracted" stops to pursue something where he is the center of attention. ANY-way....
I think that I passed up a darn good career, but being asked to help makes me feel good to be used as a resource. I think I should check in on the Geef and his training. I think we should hit the batting cages for fun one of these days. Or put together a pick-up game of Soft ball when the ground dries out.
Oh, my point? When I woke up on Sunday (After hanging all that drywall) I can tell you with the utmost certainty that my anterior and medial deltoids were infused with so much lactic acid that I could barely lift my arms. Not to mention the fact that my lower rhombus and l3 felt shorn, with the possibility that it was compacted.
I kid. I'm a fast healer. WOLVERIIIINNEEE!! Snicky Snicky Snack!!!!!
I have to work tonight. Joy and Rapture. I'm taking the morning off so that I can have a late night tonight. (And get my body ready for a late night tomorrow night. )
Thanks for the well-wishes and encouraging words, gentle readers. I'll gladly take it all.
I have a friend who's back went "kerflooey". He saw a PT, and after his eval/fix-up they recommended he get into the gym to do some strengthening exercises. So he calls me to be his fitness consultant. Funny. (Only because this marks the 2nd time in the past couple 'o weeks I've been asked to do this. 3 if you count teaching my dad rotator cuff strengthening exercises.)
When I was a young boy.. (dooby doo wop. Sing it Cougar!!!) I was planning on getting into Forensic Pathology, which then switched to sports medicine. (B4T= Before Theatre) I thought it would be super coolio to get into kinesiology as a career. (It also stems from my mom being a nurse. During my formative years when she was pursuing her RN, she would read my brother and I her text books to put us to sleep.) Most of my early classes were Anatomy/Physiology related, as I was getting a purty good knack for things biological. And I didn't mind being the only dude in Biology and Women: 3601. Where I was lacking was mathematics. In fact, I avoided the math part of my major until the bitter end of my sophomore year, until I finally switched to theatro'. (A brief traipsing into Business went nowhere. I thought I could take a management class and be done, but noooooo. More frickin math.)
Go figure. Mr "Easily-Distracted" stops to pursue something where he is the center of attention. ANY-way....
I think that I passed up a darn good career, but being asked to help makes me feel good to be used as a resource. I think I should check in on the Geef and his training. I think we should hit the batting cages for fun one of these days. Or put together a pick-up game of Soft ball when the ground dries out.
Oh, my point? When I woke up on Sunday (After hanging all that drywall) I can tell you with the utmost certainty that my anterior and medial deltoids were infused with so much lactic acid that I could barely lift my arms. Not to mention the fact that my lower rhombus and l3 felt shorn, with the possibility that it was compacted.
I kid. I'm a fast healer. WOLVERIIIINNEEE!! Snicky Snicky Snack!!!!!
I have to work tonight. Joy and Rapture. I'm taking the morning off so that I can have a late night tonight. (And get my body ready for a late night tomorrow night. )
Thanks for the well-wishes and encouraging words, gentle readers. I'll gladly take it all.
Friday, February 11, 2005
TW sucks asssss!
The Time Warner cable/Internet dude didn't show up today. Bastard. I need my surreal life fix, toute suite!!!!
I talked to J about dropping my agent the other day. I've been on way too many auditions that just weren't panning out. (My last "commercial" gig was Feb 2002. Which, btw, was the last time that I was blonde.) I figured I just didn't have the right "look" for commercial/print/Industrial work, and maybe I should just stick with what I'm good at:Cooking oatmeal and trying to hump the fridge. I thought I could try stand-up, take Improv classes...who knows. What I do know was that it just seemed like I should be focusing my energy on other things rather than having to up and leave work for an hour or two at a time every couple of months. I felt that it was a safe, well thought rationale to either get a new agent, or try in a few years when I'm a little older and my look has changed.
I was sent to audition for "Sherwin Williams" on Monday, (Remember? With my puffy cut-up eyes? I shore am purty.) I got the same feedback I always get ("Good ad-libs" and "Thanks for your time") and just went about my day. Worrying about the house.
I got it- Overnight shoot on the 15th.
Just about when you're ready to give up, sometimes something wonderful can happen. This, is just too weird.
I want my fricking Internet access NOW!!!!! I wanna see some CORN!!!
I talked to J about dropping my agent the other day. I've been on way too many auditions that just weren't panning out. (My last "commercial" gig was Feb 2002. Which, btw, was the last time that I was blonde.) I figured I just didn't have the right "look" for commercial/print/Industrial work, and maybe I should just stick with what I'm good at:Cooking oatmeal and trying to hump the fridge. I thought I could try stand-up, take Improv classes...who knows. What I do know was that it just seemed like I should be focusing my energy on other things rather than having to up and leave work for an hour or two at a time every couple of months. I felt that it was a safe, well thought rationale to either get a new agent, or try in a few years when I'm a little older and my look has changed.
I was sent to audition for "Sherwin Williams" on Monday, (Remember? With my puffy cut-up eyes? I shore am purty.) I got the same feedback I always get ("Good ad-libs" and "Thanks for your time") and just went about my day. Worrying about the house.
I got it- Overnight shoot on the 15th.
Just about when you're ready to give up, sometimes something wonderful can happen. This, is just too weird.
I want my fricking Internet access NOW!!!!! I wanna see some CORN!!!
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Whoops
Haven't I told myself repeatedly to stay away from "The Tea House". Yes? The place has given me, hmmm, "upset stomach" every time I've dined (Waste of food if you ask me). Yet I did it again. Whoops. Another chubbifiying fat day at the buf-fay. I suppose I justify it by knowing I'm too busy to have time to eat tonigh.(Not a great diet by any stretch of the imagination) BUT it will keep me from eating after 7pm (Which is bad for you)
Speaking of healthy lifestyles-Matthew McConaughey has an awesome workout mentality. (Pick up the latest "Men's Health" to read why.) He stipulates that "Exercise is like, cleaning your house during the day for the party you're having that night." Spoken like a true bongo-playing cheeba monkey. Apparently he's a distance runner (He just gets out and runs for loooong periods time, not mileage) and the dude is an "enviro- fitness" addict. Examples: On his runs, he'll creep into abandoned mines until it gets too dark to see and then sprint out, or he'll pick up pieces of rock and uses them for dumbbells. Insane. If that's what it takes to get those damn six-pack abs, point me in the direction of the quarry.
Should be a banner night tonight. I will not head home to work on more house crap. I'm heading out to the dojo 1st (1st night at a new school. Well, technically my old school, but I haven't worked out their since '98.) And here's a shitty thing. My brother told me that the Bloomington USA-Karate just closed!!! That...really really bums me out : (
After, it's off to the "Y" and back home. Tomorrow, I have the morning OFF, where J and myself will catch up on sleep, and get our new DL's. Then, we head to the dreaded Ikea for bookshelves and maybe some skinny ass nightstands....Oooooooooooo (Not a "One-Nightstand..." get it?)
Guess who is using his Hyperlink function a little too much.
Speaking of healthy lifestyles-Matthew McConaughey has an awesome workout mentality. (Pick up the latest "Men's Health" to read why.) He stipulates that "Exercise is like, cleaning your house during the day for the party you're having that night." Spoken like a true bongo-playing cheeba monkey. Apparently he's a distance runner (He just gets out and runs for loooong periods time, not mileage) and the dude is an "enviro- fitness" addict. Examples: On his runs, he'll creep into abandoned mines until it gets too dark to see and then sprint out, or he'll pick up pieces of rock and uses them for dumbbells. Insane. If that's what it takes to get those damn six-pack abs, point me in the direction of the quarry.
Should be a banner night tonight. I will not head home to work on more house crap. I'm heading out to the dojo 1st (1st night at a new school. Well, technically my old school, but I haven't worked out their since '98.) And here's a shitty thing. My brother told me that the Bloomington USA-Karate just closed!!! That...really really bums me out : (
After, it's off to the "Y" and back home. Tomorrow, I have the morning OFF, where J and myself will catch up on sleep, and get our new DL's. Then, we head to the dreaded Ikea for bookshelves and maybe some skinny ass nightstands....Oooooooooooo (Not a "One-Nightstand..." get it?)
Guess who is using his Hyperlink function a little too much.
Monday, February 07, 2005
TC Face
With an Oakland booty.
I fell off of the wagon from a diet standpoint last night. My reward, was a damnable case of heartburn. Serves me right for going through a bottle of Pinot, and noshing on raspberry/chipotle salsa, teriyaki wings, and that gawdawful chocolate covered check mix.
Bleah. I'm amazed I didn't barfski and hutch.
What I did do was attend a Superbowl Party at my friend "Ry's" house. He and his gal hosted a little soiree', and it was indeed..good times. Except the part where I talked non-stop for 3 hours. I was in full-on riff mode with some jokes landing, most others failing, and careening off on so many tangents, I can't wholly remember a majority of the conversations.
Except that it was a terribly lukewarm game. The commercials? Ehhhh. (The Cat/Knife/Spaghetti Sauce one was pretty tight.) I had more fun falling asleep to "The Exorcist III" than watching the game.
It is really hard to believe that I've been living in my house for a week. I go backwards 2 weeks, a month, 2 months, 4 months... The searching, the cleaning, the moving, the blah de blah de blah...Oh yeah, Drywalling, can now be called a bitch. We hanged our first section, and it was fricking tough. I know the walls will be much easier, but holy moses. I ate a face full of fibreglass when a piece of the plaster came down. I look Beautiful. Complete with a puffy face, and little cuts around my eyelids.
I fell off of the wagon from a diet standpoint last night. My reward, was a damnable case of heartburn. Serves me right for going through a bottle of Pinot, and noshing on raspberry/chipotle salsa, teriyaki wings, and that gawdawful chocolate covered check mix.
Bleah. I'm amazed I didn't barfski and hutch.
What I did do was attend a Superbowl Party at my friend "Ry's" house. He and his gal hosted a little soiree', and it was indeed..good times. Except the part where I talked non-stop for 3 hours. I was in full-on riff mode with some jokes landing, most others failing, and careening off on so many tangents, I can't wholly remember a majority of the conversations.
Except that it was a terribly lukewarm game. The commercials? Ehhhh. (The Cat/Knife/Spaghetti Sauce one was pretty tight.) I had more fun falling asleep to "The Exorcist III" than watching the game.
It is really hard to believe that I've been living in my house for a week. I go backwards 2 weeks, a month, 2 months, 4 months... The searching, the cleaning, the moving, the blah de blah de blah...Oh yeah, Drywalling, can now be called a bitch. We hanged our first section, and it was fricking tough. I know the walls will be much easier, but holy moses. I ate a face full of fibreglass when a piece of the plaster came down. I look Beautiful. Complete with a puffy face, and little cuts around my eyelids.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
F**king Rodent
Punxswatawney Phil can kiss my grits, that Lil' Sumbitch saw his shadow. Whatever. If we have 6 more weeks of 50 degree winter...well, have at it. Gives a little more creedence to global warming, you know? Actually, I can't recall (over the past 6-7 years) a really nasty winter. One where the whole month of January stays close to, or below zero for the entire month. The snow hasn't seemed too deep. (With the exception of a few narsty days) No, it's not like '94 (60 below windchills. Stops the very blood.) Or the snow from '91 (70 inches of snow in 36 hours...yuck) It's been wild and mild. Now, if I could keep from falling on my ass when the temps drop at night and the puddles freeze..I'd be golden.
I leave for work 'round 6 a.m. The house is dark. I try to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake my lovely fiancee'. Today's result of "stealth-dressing"? I put my underpants on backward. You discover this the 1st time you try and use the loo.
Crimes of the Heart Rehearsals: Not bad. I think that this is going to be a pretty good show, at least, the director seems very gung-ho about it. He was very supportive during my (brief) time at GC Church. Made me feel pretty good.
GeeF: I mentioned going to sleep with a full tummy while after you've been training for a while? I hadn't eaten a thing all day yesterday, and didn't get home until 10pm. I scarfed my dinner so fast, I hardly had time to know I was full. I went to bed, uncomfortably, and was rustled awake at 12:30 by J who said "God P!! You are sweating sooo bad!" I was. I had to strip down and alternate between being above the sheets and below. Not a great nights sleep. I wasn't hungry until after 2pm today. The chinese was delish, though.
And about that actress that was murdered in NYC? However you feel about the way she handled herself, or whatever your opinion be of the matter period-the bottom line is that it is a tragedy. My condolences to her family and loved ones. I hope that the pukes that did it get what's coming to them.
Portland/Kaiser: My heartiest congrats to you both on your new positions. I wish y'all the best of luck.
Anybody good at hanging drywall? That'll be my Superbowl Sunday!!!! YEEEAAHH!!!
I leave for work 'round 6 a.m. The house is dark. I try to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake my lovely fiancee'. Today's result of "stealth-dressing"? I put my underpants on backward. You discover this the 1st time you try and use the loo.
Crimes of the Heart Rehearsals: Not bad. I think that this is going to be a pretty good show, at least, the director seems very gung-ho about it. He was very supportive during my (brief) time at GC Church. Made me feel pretty good.
GeeF: I mentioned going to sleep with a full tummy while after you've been training for a while? I hadn't eaten a thing all day yesterday, and didn't get home until 10pm. I scarfed my dinner so fast, I hardly had time to know I was full. I went to bed, uncomfortably, and was rustled awake at 12:30 by J who said "God P!! You are sweating sooo bad!" I was. I had to strip down and alternate between being above the sheets and below. Not a great nights sleep. I wasn't hungry until after 2pm today. The chinese was delish, though.
And about that actress that was murdered in NYC? However you feel about the way she handled herself, or whatever your opinion be of the matter period-the bottom line is that it is a tragedy. My condolences to her family and loved ones. I hope that the pukes that did it get what's coming to them.
Portland/Kaiser: My heartiest congrats to you both on your new positions. I wish y'all the best of luck.
Anybody good at hanging drywall? That'll be my Superbowl Sunday!!!! YEEEAAHH!!!
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
I'm hooked up.
I have the TV and DVD player hooked up in the bedroom. We're back in the electronic age.
-I'm going back to stacked cabinets. They'll just look nicer. A little
more expensive, but it's equity...right?
-HD effed up the order. Wonderful.
-We'll need to tear down the plaster by this Sunday...'kay. No prob.
right? Tear down is easy...it's the needing to:
-Drywall the walls by this Sunday...'kay. No prob. Right?
J is getting pretty frustrated. A leaky pipe caused her great distress.
Her dad was able to fix it, and then promise to come show me how to do the
actual repair, but I know she's still a little raw. THAT sounded a little euphemistic.
-I start rehearsals for "Crimes of the Fart". I play "Doc" which is funny 'cause I actually think that I'm a little too young to play 'im.
-"Doc" is my future sister-in-law's nickname for me. Weird.
I...ahhhh. I got nothin'. Later.
-I'm going back to stacked cabinets. They'll just look nicer. A little
more expensive, but it's equity...right?
-HD effed up the order. Wonderful.
-We'll need to tear down the plaster by this Sunday...'kay. No prob.
right? Tear down is easy...it's the needing to:
-Drywall the walls by this Sunday...'kay. No prob. Right?
J is getting pretty frustrated. A leaky pipe caused her great distress.
Her dad was able to fix it, and then promise to come show me how to do the
actual repair, but I know she's still a little raw. THAT sounded a little euphemistic.
-I start rehearsals for "Crimes of the Fart". I play "Doc" which is funny 'cause I actually think that I'm a little too young to play 'im.
-"Doc" is my future sister-in-law's nickname for me. Weird.
I...ahhhh. I got nothin'. Later.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
That hits the spot
I felt like Ass-Id yesterday. My body was sore, I took off from wooork, I went home to help the J organize some more. And I felt wiped.
By 5:30, I thought "I have the flu". Cold, achey, run-down... From a physical stand-point, I was cruising for the bruising.
Then I hit the "Y"...and felt like a million smackers, all over again. A little streeeetch, a little liiift, a little jogggg. 15 minutes in the Heet Teeb, and another 10 in the Sah-OOOna (Sweatin' out those toxins) and I felt much better. Creative even. Yessir or ma'am, The "Y" will be my bathroom for the next few weeks. I hope the trade off is that I will be in great shape. More on that later.
The Creative: I met w/the HD peeps regarding our kitchen. Turns out, new kitchens take 6-8 weeks just to get the cabinets DELIVERED, that's not to mention the addt'l 6 weeks to get a countertop! Well, let's just say that we aren't financially capable of dining out nightly...for 2 months.
So, I fig after we get the shit-rock installed, we can jerry rig a countertop with some 3' X 6' ply and a couple of 36" 2 X 4's. It ain't "Beautiful Kitchen" but at least we'll have a spot for the coffee pot. Heck, we could even drop in our new sink!
Folks, you may never understand the intrinsic joy of having a place to set your stuff in the kitchen. Pretend you don't have one. Can ya? It sucks booty.
I'm also considering installing floor to ceiling/wall-to-wall bookshelves in our "library", placing one on a roller system to make a door. (Get it? a book shelf w/a hidden door. Granted, it'll just be a closet/storage room behind it and not a lab. Still Cool, right? Doubtful it'll happen) Ikea: do they have inexpensive bookshelves? I recall a reader who dropped a G there. (Get it? "G"?)
Annnnd we're gonna need to get the bathroom remodeled. Sooner, rather than later. After the J took her shower, I noticed a dripski coming from the kitchen ceiling. At least the ceiling is removed to get at the pipes, right? Ohhhh "J's Daaaaad".
The SW property, is nearly empty. Soon, I won't have to make any more trips to the old place. Except maybe to use the shower.
Danke for the well wishes peeps. (And offers to help) Once we get stuff situated, BELIEVE me I'll need to party.
By 5:30, I thought "I have the flu". Cold, achey, run-down... From a physical stand-point, I was cruising for the bruising.
Then I hit the "Y"...and felt like a million smackers, all over again. A little streeeetch, a little liiift, a little jogggg. 15 minutes in the Heet Teeb, and another 10 in the Sah-OOOna (Sweatin' out those toxins) and I felt much better. Creative even. Yessir or ma'am, The "Y" will be my bathroom for the next few weeks. I hope the trade off is that I will be in great shape. More on that later.
The Creative: I met w/the HD peeps regarding our kitchen. Turns out, new kitchens take 6-8 weeks just to get the cabinets DELIVERED, that's not to mention the addt'l 6 weeks to get a countertop! Well, let's just say that we aren't financially capable of dining out nightly...for 2 months.
So, I fig after we get the shit-rock installed, we can jerry rig a countertop with some 3' X 6' ply and a couple of 36" 2 X 4's. It ain't "Beautiful Kitchen" but at least we'll have a spot for the coffee pot. Heck, we could even drop in our new sink!
Folks, you may never understand the intrinsic joy of having a place to set your stuff in the kitchen. Pretend you don't have one. Can ya? It sucks booty.
I'm also considering installing floor to ceiling/wall-to-wall bookshelves in our "library", placing one on a roller system to make a door. (Get it? a book shelf w/a hidden door. Granted, it'll just be a closet/storage room behind it and not a lab. Still Cool, right? Doubtful it'll happen) Ikea: do they have inexpensive bookshelves? I recall a reader who dropped a G there. (Get it? "G"?)
Annnnd we're gonna need to get the bathroom remodeled. Sooner, rather than later. After the J took her shower, I noticed a dripski coming from the kitchen ceiling. At least the ceiling is removed to get at the pipes, right? Ohhhh "J's Daaaaad".
The SW property, is nearly empty. Soon, I won't have to make any more trips to the old place. Except maybe to use the shower.
Danke for the well wishes peeps. (And offers to help) Once we get stuff situated, BELIEVE me I'll need to party.
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