so, a week and a half ago, or so, my boss and i decided to make a morning trip out to albuquerque for some specialty shopping, and no, it wasn't for dildos or whips- that's next week, when we get geared up for the gag gifting. this specialty shopping was for very particular flashlight lamps and other geeky stuff. however, between the two of us we had a combined 5 hours of sleep, so the hour ride back and forth was tough for both of us.
it was near the end of the drive back into santa fe where we were next to an old truck with a trailer attached. it wasn't moving very fast, or even keeping up to the speed limit, and i noticed that there were two donkeys in the trailer. . . the following is paraphrased from the conversation that took place for the next five minutes. . .
me: so, i guess this isn't the scenario they had in mind when they came up with the phrase, 'hauling ass.'
dave: nope.
me: . . . .ass in tow. . . . . . . . . . .
dave: . . .hmph. .. .
me: perhaps he could have a bumper sticker in front that said, 'ass in rear,' or 'ass in back.'
silence. . . . dave trying terribly hard to stay awake while driving.
me: . . . . . *laughing hysterically to myself* . . . he has an ass load!. . . . ..
ok. . . i was TIRED. . . . and it was really funny, to me. :p
6.23.2004
bought myself a watch today. haven't worn one in FOREVER. . . . this one is not too bad, so far. one of the coolest features is that i can set a second time mode. . . .for instance, i have it set to seoul, korea. . .so if i ever get myself together enough and call my friend swon. . . i won't have to do any math to figure out what time of day i'm bugging her at. .. . just push a small button on my watch and. . . presto. . . for instance, right now it is 2:46pm on thursday for swon . . . where as it is 11:48pm on wednesday here for me. . . and this light test is going very slowly. oooooh. . . my favorite song just came on my boss's computer. do you wanna know how slowly things are going tonight? dave, my boss, has taught his computer to be voice activated. i keep hearing, 'close window', and 'get mail'. . . and when it doen't work, 'fuck you'. . . . yep things are a little slow, but not so slow that i am at home sleeping. . .oh no. . . .
other than that the only interesting thing going is frozen grapes. jenna, one of our apprentices has taught me the wonders of frozen grapes. they are DELIGHTFUL, especially if they aren't sour. . . not a fan of sour. i have taken this frozen technology and applied to to watermelon. . . and as long as the watermelon doesn't turn to ice cubes, but just slightly frozen, it too is wonderful. she tried cantelope, but i fear the texture is all wrong for the freezing thing. . . it turned into definite ice cubes, no chewing factor. . . anyway, if it's hot and you would like a tasty and refreshing treat, i suggest the grapes or watermelon. . . yeah, i'm a little bored.
anyway, should go, just in case something happens.
other than that the only interesting thing going is frozen grapes. jenna, one of our apprentices has taught me the wonders of frozen grapes. they are DELIGHTFUL, especially if they aren't sour. . . not a fan of sour. i have taken this frozen technology and applied to to watermelon. . . and as long as the watermelon doesn't turn to ice cubes, but just slightly frozen, it too is wonderful. she tried cantelope, but i fear the texture is all wrong for the freezing thing. . . it turned into definite ice cubes, no chewing factor. . . anyway, if it's hot and you would like a tasty and refreshing treat, i suggest the grapes or watermelon. . . yeah, i'm a little bored.
anyway, should go, just in case something happens.
6.19.2004
MY MIRACULOUS TOOTHPASTE
so about two months ago i bought a new tube of toothpaste since the tube sitting in my medicine cabinet was looking a little slight. keep in mind that was 2 months ago. . .
i'm still using the same waining tube. there is a completely new tube sitting the the bathroom cabinet, just waiting for the last of this tube to die. . . but it won't. it simply keeps spitting out a toothbrush head full each morning, and sometimes each night. this morning i got two brushes full, after the first squeezing slipped off the toothbrush.
i'm just kind of amazed by this one tube of toothpaste. i'm thinking of calling the 'enquirer' or someone if the tube is able to keep it up. kind of like the manna from heaven. as long as i don't question it, or try to push it too hard, this one tube may last me the rest of the summer.
anyway, hope all is well with you. . . and yeah, i'm trying to change the appearance around. it may take me a while to get everything up and functioning.
so about two months ago i bought a new tube of toothpaste since the tube sitting in my medicine cabinet was looking a little slight. keep in mind that was 2 months ago. . .
i'm still using the same waining tube. there is a completely new tube sitting the the bathroom cabinet, just waiting for the last of this tube to die. . . but it won't. it simply keeps spitting out a toothbrush head full each morning, and sometimes each night. this morning i got two brushes full, after the first squeezing slipped off the toothbrush.
i'm just kind of amazed by this one tube of toothpaste. i'm thinking of calling the 'enquirer' or someone if the tube is able to keep it up. kind of like the manna from heaven. as long as i don't question it, or try to push it too hard, this one tube may last me the rest of the summer.
anyway, hope all is well with you. . . and yeah, i'm trying to change the appearance around. it may take me a while to get everything up and functioning.
6.14.2004
it's been awhile right. . . well, i believe with this post you will understand exactly why i haven't been able to write more often.
so the first tech at the opera was also the largest.. . . at least so far. (muhahahahahaha) but really, i don't think any other show will be as deck heavy for us electricians. let me start of by saying candles. . . .
there are lots in this show. . .
candles on pallettes that sit behind windows. . .
candles sconces that are on walls. . .
candleabras that sit on banquet tables, candle lanterns that people carry, candle sticks that other people carry, and candles at the foot of statues. . .
the statues, this being one. . .
also have accent lighting pointing up through their plexi bottoms. . . .
some of the candles flicker, some don't, some are battery opperated, some are AC.
then the entire back of the set is filled with sites such as these. . .
while the front looks like this. . .
i'll try to take a full stage shot so you all can get the grand picture duing the next tech. . .
but i'm not done yet! there is also these cabinets which look like this, or something like this when they are actually cabinets. . .
but later in the show the cabinets turn into the gates to hell. .. but not 'normal' gates to hell but rather, extremely bright white gates to hell. . . the bright white part is created by this. . .
yes. . . yes, that is 6- 1000watt par lamps. . . and a plexi top about an inch or two away from it. . . and yes, someone will be standing there at some point. a killer easy bake oven.
anyway, that is what my past couple of weeks has been filled with. lots and lots of fun, one might say. i'll get some other pictures in when i get a chance. hope everyone is well.
so the first tech at the opera was also the largest.. . . at least so far. (muhahahahahaha) but really, i don't think any other show will be as deck heavy for us electricians. let me start of by saying candles. . . .
there are lots in this show. . .
candles on pallettes that sit behind windows. . .
candles sconces that are on walls. . .
candleabras that sit on banquet tables, candle lanterns that people carry, candle sticks that other people carry, and candles at the foot of statues. . .
the statues, this being one. . .
also have accent lighting pointing up through their plexi bottoms. . . .
some of the candles flicker, some don't, some are battery opperated, some are AC.
then the entire back of the set is filled with sites such as these. . .
while the front looks like this. . .
i'll try to take a full stage shot so you all can get the grand picture duing the next tech. . .
but i'm not done yet! there is also these cabinets which look like this, or something like this when they are actually cabinets. . .
but later in the show the cabinets turn into the gates to hell. .. but not 'normal' gates to hell but rather, extremely bright white gates to hell. . . the bright white part is created by this. . .
yes. . . yes, that is 6- 1000watt par lamps. . . and a plexi top about an inch or two away from it. . . and yes, someone will be standing there at some point. a killer easy bake oven.
anyway, that is what my past couple of weeks has been filled with. lots and lots of fun, one might say. i'll get some other pictures in when i get a chance. hope everyone is well.
5.29.2004
ahhhhh. . my first big shopping trip of the summer for the opera was thursday. it was hot in my car, and i had to hit all the familiar stopping points. it was home depot, which has become venomous in my mind, that actually redeemed itself slightly by the end of the day.
after spending about twenty minutes waiting for someone to unlock the tools so i could purchase a new 14.4 v DeWalt drill. . . i went about the rest of my day, got back to the opera and didn't notice till i opened it that the guy who had finally opened the tools for me, had handed me the wrong drill. . . and i didn't realize! ahh. . .another fun trip in my hot car to the other side of town to deal with these 'not the sharpest knives in the drawer' people. dave, my boss, suggested that i call first and make sure that they were in stock. i explained the situation, the right drill was in stock, and i then asked them if they wouldn't mind bringing the right one to the return desk where i would soon be. (though i doubted that would happen)
i think i was on line at retuns for over a half hour. i could tell the guy behind the counter was having just as much fun. i was also privy to a conversation between two middle aged men in front of me, complaining about the line, then discussing piercings, and how low today's female standards in a man -as far as attractive qualities and apparently piercing go- have become. like hello! pierced, dyed, and tattooed. . . right next to you! assholes. . .
then the first of them got up to the counter. . . . this is when my day starts getting better, thank you karma! he only brought his receipt and explained that he was charged the wrong amount. the guy behind the counter needed to see a sku number or something, not just a receipt. . . so, after waiting for over half an hour, flapping his jaw, the guy says he'll run to go get the sku numbers, and takes off. . . so the next guy in line makes a quick return, and i'm up. knowing as soon as my transaction begins this ass clown will show back up with his sku numbers, and he does. yelling about how it's his turn and he's been waiting here four hours. so i step back a bit but not out of the way exactly. after ringing through the sku numbers, it turns out that the guy was charged the wrong amount, not more - as he thought. . . but less. he had to fork out another $300 dollars on the spot. . . and then his charge card didn't go through twice, my smile widened. finally he broke down and wrote a check, and walked away. suddenly, some guy appeared out of nowhere with the right drill to exchange and annouced that, 'this is the one she wants.' ahhh. . . the clouds completely parted and i swear i heard harmonious angelic voices. my transaction was complete, i thanked the dude with my drill and the dude behind the counter and walked away.
could've been worse, eh?
after spending about twenty minutes waiting for someone to unlock the tools so i could purchase a new 14.4 v DeWalt drill. . . i went about the rest of my day, got back to the opera and didn't notice till i opened it that the guy who had finally opened the tools for me, had handed me the wrong drill. . . and i didn't realize! ahh. . .another fun trip in my hot car to the other side of town to deal with these 'not the sharpest knives in the drawer' people. dave, my boss, suggested that i call first and make sure that they were in stock. i explained the situation, the right drill was in stock, and i then asked them if they wouldn't mind bringing the right one to the return desk where i would soon be. (though i doubted that would happen)
i think i was on line at retuns for over a half hour. i could tell the guy behind the counter was having just as much fun. i was also privy to a conversation between two middle aged men in front of me, complaining about the line, then discussing piercings, and how low today's female standards in a man -as far as attractive qualities and apparently piercing go- have become. like hello! pierced, dyed, and tattooed. . . right next to you! assholes. . .
then the first of them got up to the counter. . . . this is when my day starts getting better, thank you karma! he only brought his receipt and explained that he was charged the wrong amount. the guy behind the counter needed to see a sku number or something, not just a receipt. . . so, after waiting for over half an hour, flapping his jaw, the guy says he'll run to go get the sku numbers, and takes off. . . so the next guy in line makes a quick return, and i'm up. knowing as soon as my transaction begins this ass clown will show back up with his sku numbers, and he does. yelling about how it's his turn and he's been waiting here four hours. so i step back a bit but not out of the way exactly. after ringing through the sku numbers, it turns out that the guy was charged the wrong amount, not more - as he thought. . . but less. he had to fork out another $300 dollars on the spot. . . and then his charge card didn't go through twice, my smile widened. finally he broke down and wrote a check, and walked away. suddenly, some guy appeared out of nowhere with the right drill to exchange and annouced that, 'this is the one she wants.' ahhh. . . the clouds completely parted and i swear i heard harmonious angelic voices. my transaction was complete, i thanked the dude with my drill and the dude behind the counter and walked away.
could've been worse, eh?
5.23.2004
hmmmm. . .
kind of a quick one i think, but i did feel that two of my past projects deserved a space online.
my last week, correction, my last official week in the scene shop was filled with welding. there are a number of windows in don giovanni. . . all with wonderful mullions (sp?). my task was to weld the mullion supports onto the window frames and from the point on, someone else was in charge of the actual molded wood pieces that were attached.
this past week was my first back as an electrician. . . . and it started with my boss, dave, telling me about this dream he had of us making a slow motion entrance into the electrics shop all slow motion (right stuff, or resevoir dogs style) and walking over to this amazing and wonderfully huge shelving unit. . that of course didn't currently exist. he started making cad drawings. and i found myself back in the scene shop with a router and a bunch of wood. it was halfway through the project that i wanted to make sure all his measurements were correct and that this monsterous thing would make it through the doors. he said it would all work out (though at first he forgot that on it's side it was 7'6" and 18" wide not just a 7 foot 6 2 dementional line). . . and it did. actually getting it to stand up in place was a little tricky, but it all did work out and we immediately emptied as much counter space as we could into it's shelves. . .
oh yeah. . . and it's bright yellow. . .lemon zest to be exact. we figure if we paint all our stuff yellow, no other department will try to make off with it, without us noticing. . . and according to some idiot "yellow is the color of electricity". . . whatever. . . .
anyway, there it is.
kind of a quick one i think, but i did feel that two of my past projects deserved a space online.
my last week, correction, my last official week in the scene shop was filled with welding. there are a number of windows in don giovanni. . . all with wonderful mullions (sp?). my task was to weld the mullion supports onto the window frames and from the point on, someone else was in charge of the actual molded wood pieces that were attached.
this past week was my first back as an electrician. . . . and it started with my boss, dave, telling me about this dream he had of us making a slow motion entrance into the electrics shop all slow motion (right stuff, or resevoir dogs style) and walking over to this amazing and wonderfully huge shelving unit. . that of course didn't currently exist. he started making cad drawings. and i found myself back in the scene shop with a router and a bunch of wood. it was halfway through the project that i wanted to make sure all his measurements were correct and that this monsterous thing would make it through the doors. he said it would all work out (though at first he forgot that on it's side it was 7'6" and 18" wide not just a 7 foot 6 2 dementional line). . . and it did. actually getting it to stand up in place was a little tricky, but it all did work out and we immediately emptied as much counter space as we could into it's shelves. . .
oh yeah. . . and it's bright yellow. . .lemon zest to be exact. we figure if we paint all our stuff yellow, no other department will try to make off with it, without us noticing. . . and according to some idiot "yellow is the color of electricity". . . whatever. . . .
anyway, there it is.
5.15.2004
wow. . . . i'm here, at the sfbc. completely comfortable, working computer, or, sort of working computer. . . and i have nothing to blog. seems when i'm driving or working there's always something that comes to mind that i wanna get down. . . but with the opportunity in my grasps, nothing.
ummmm. . . yeah, my bosses for electrics are in town. we'll have two apprentices for the next two weeks and then the other 6 arrive. oh yeah. . . i'm am now officially off scene shop duty, and full time assistant master electrician again. . . *sigh*
i like the shop, and the people. . . i'm just not that adept a carpenter. i feel much so much at home with a wrench in my hands, opposed to a hammer, or staple gun. though i did learn some really neat tricks and methods. who knows. . .
i was gonna post a couple of pictures of the last few projects i've been on. . . lots of welding, and i'm sort of proud of the turn out. . . but i haven't downloaded them yet, so it'll have to wait.
i guess this could be the official warning to all those who like to contact me. for the next four months it will be difficult to get a hold of me. . . but patience is a virtue, right?
ok. . . till i come up with something more interesting. . . .
ummmm. . . yeah, my bosses for electrics are in town. we'll have two apprentices for the next two weeks and then the other 6 arrive. oh yeah. . . i'm am now officially off scene shop duty, and full time assistant master electrician again. . . *sigh*
i like the shop, and the people. . . i'm just not that adept a carpenter. i feel much so much at home with a wrench in my hands, opposed to a hammer, or staple gun. though i did learn some really neat tricks and methods. who knows. . .
i was gonna post a couple of pictures of the last few projects i've been on. . . lots of welding, and i'm sort of proud of the turn out. . . but i haven't downloaded them yet, so it'll have to wait.
i guess this could be the official warning to all those who like to contact me. for the next four months it will be difficult to get a hold of me. . . but patience is a virtue, right?
ok. . . till i come up with something more interesting. . . .
5.10.2004
also, another quick post. . . .
with the summer season coming very soon. . i thought i'd share some pictures from last season, and no, no more sheep. . . actual production photos. . . ready?
here's 'la belle helene' . . . i got to run this show from backstage, including the pyro sequence.
then there was 'cosi fan tutti'. . . this was one of my shows off, so i got to actually see it from the audience once. the first act was a little boring, the set didn't change till almost 2/3rds of the way through the show. . . but when it did, it was beautiful.. ..
third was 'intermezzo'. . . where there was far too much changing of scenery. i was glad not to be a part of it, but this was also i show i ran from backstage. . . . it was rather boring i thought, but it gave me and my crew a chance to watch a handful of movies between scenes. . ..
fouth was 'katya kabanova'. . . . i ran the lightboard for the show, and i think it was one of the more beautiful shows. duane schuler was the lighting designer, and though i knew he was really great, i didn't think i had a chance to see what he could do till this show. it was really stark, and the set was amazing . . . and because i loved the look of it so much. . . i'm gonna load up 2 pictures. . . .
the last show of our season is usually a new piece, and somewhat experiemental. this was 'madame mao' last year. rick fisher was the lighting designer, and he did a really wonderful job with the geometric set. i myself had a lot of fun making mao's portait glow, as well as the double ring of fluorescents on the floor, and the rings of cold cathodes (the neon looking stuff). . . thank god i didn't have to do it all alone! but there were some fun toys to play with. . .
and in a week, i'll be back to doing my electrician gig. . and i hope to have great pictures from this season.
with the summer season coming very soon. . i thought i'd share some pictures from last season, and no, no more sheep. . . actual production photos. . . ready?
here's 'la belle helene' . . . i got to run this show from backstage, including the pyro sequence.
then there was 'cosi fan tutti'. . . this was one of my shows off, so i got to actually see it from the audience once. the first act was a little boring, the set didn't change till almost 2/3rds of the way through the show. . . but when it did, it was beautiful.. ..
third was 'intermezzo'. . . where there was far too much changing of scenery. i was glad not to be a part of it, but this was also i show i ran from backstage. . . . it was rather boring i thought, but it gave me and my crew a chance to watch a handful of movies between scenes. . ..
fouth was 'katya kabanova'. . . . i ran the lightboard for the show, and i think it was one of the more beautiful shows. duane schuler was the lighting designer, and though i knew he was really great, i didn't think i had a chance to see what he could do till this show. it was really stark, and the set was amazing . . . and because i loved the look of it so much. . . i'm gonna load up 2 pictures. . . .
the last show of our season is usually a new piece, and somewhat experiemental. this was 'madame mao' last year. rick fisher was the lighting designer, and he did a really wonderful job with the geometric set. i myself had a lot of fun making mao's portait glow, as well as the double ring of fluorescents on the floor, and the rings of cold cathodes (the neon looking stuff). . . thank god i didn't have to do it all alone! but there were some fun toys to play with. . .
and in a week, i'll be back to doing my electrician gig. . and i hope to have great pictures from this season.
so, i mentioned i had some catching up. . . sadly i won't be doing too much of it, but here are some pictures of a powwow i went to a couple of weeks ago. it's the 'gathering of nations' and it's the largest in north america. much larger than any i've been to.
here's the grand entrance of the dancers. . .
here is a womens' dance. . . i love the long leather fringe and how it moves with their movements.
and lastly. . . . the men's dance. they definately have the most colorful attire, and the most fanciful dance. . .
so yeah. . that's the quick of it. . . hope you are all well.
here's the grand entrance of the dancers. . .
here is a womens' dance. . . i love the long leather fringe and how it moves with their movements.
and lastly. . . . the men's dance. they definately have the most colorful attire, and the most fanciful dance. . .
so yeah. . that's the quick of it. . . hope you are all well.
4.30.2004
so, i do have new stuff. . . but it involves pictures i forgot to upload just yet. . . . so it'll be another day or so i'm thinking. . . till then, has anyone else noticed that there's a new toothbrush that swirls or whatever called the 'hummingbird' or something like that. i'm pretty damn sure that one of the most popular vibrators is also called the 'hummingbird'. you think this is something that an oral hygiene product naming entity would check into.
MARK YOUR CALENDARS
MARK YOUR CALENDARS FOR NEXT SATURDAY. AS YOU MAY ALREADY KNOW, IT IS A SIN FOR A TALIBAN MALE TO SEE ANY WOMAN OTHER THAN HIS WIFE NAKED, AND THAT HE MUST COMMIT SUICIDE IF HE DOES.
SO THIS SATURDAY AT 4 P.M. EASTERN TIME ALL AMERICAN WOMEN ARE ASKED TO WALKOUT OF THEIR HOUSE COMPLETELY NAKED TO HELP WEED OUT ANY NEIGHBORHOOD TERRORISTS.
CIRCLING YOUR BLOCK FOR ONE HOUR IS RECOMMENDED FOR THIS
ANTI-TERRORIST EFFORT.
ALL MEN ARE TO POSITION THEMSELVES IN LAWN CHAIRS IN FRONT OF THEIR
HOUSE TO PROVE THEY ARE NOT TALIBAN, AND TO DEMONSTRATE THAT THEY THINK ITS OKAY TO SEE NUDE WOMEN OTHER THAN THEIR WIFE AND TO SHOW SUPPORT FOR ALL AMERICAN WOMEN.
AND SINCE THE TALIBAN ALSO DOES NOT APPROVE OF ALCOHOL, A COLD
6-PACK AT YOUR SIDE IS FURTHER PROOF OF YOUR ANTI-TALIBAN SENTIMENT.
THE AMERICAN GOVERNMENT APPRECIATES YOUR EFFORTS TO ROOT OUT
TERRORISTS AND APPLAUDS YOUR PARTICIPATION IN THIS ANTI-TERRORIST ACTIVITY.
GOD BLESS AMERICA.
thanks again gorris!
MARK YOUR CALENDARS FOR NEXT SATURDAY. AS YOU MAY ALREADY KNOW, IT IS A SIN FOR A TALIBAN MALE TO SEE ANY WOMAN OTHER THAN HIS WIFE NAKED, AND THAT HE MUST COMMIT SUICIDE IF HE DOES.
SO THIS SATURDAY AT 4 P.M. EASTERN TIME ALL AMERICAN WOMEN ARE ASKED TO WALKOUT OF THEIR HOUSE COMPLETELY NAKED TO HELP WEED OUT ANY NEIGHBORHOOD TERRORISTS.
CIRCLING YOUR BLOCK FOR ONE HOUR IS RECOMMENDED FOR THIS
ANTI-TERRORIST EFFORT.
ALL MEN ARE TO POSITION THEMSELVES IN LAWN CHAIRS IN FRONT OF THEIR
HOUSE TO PROVE THEY ARE NOT TALIBAN, AND TO DEMONSTRATE THAT THEY THINK ITS OKAY TO SEE NUDE WOMEN OTHER THAN THEIR WIFE AND TO SHOW SUPPORT FOR ALL AMERICAN WOMEN.
AND SINCE THE TALIBAN ALSO DOES NOT APPROVE OF ALCOHOL, A COLD
6-PACK AT YOUR SIDE IS FURTHER PROOF OF YOUR ANTI-TALIBAN SENTIMENT.
THE AMERICAN GOVERNMENT APPRECIATES YOUR EFFORTS TO ROOT OUT
TERRORISTS AND APPLAUDS YOUR PARTICIPATION IN THIS ANTI-TERRORIST ACTIVITY.
GOD BLESS AMERICA.
thanks again gorris!
4.10.2004
my former roommate, who i mentioned earlier is getting married this summer, has a blog about her experience as a marathon runner at the boston herald.
http://sports.bostonherald.com/marathon/blogs/
you can also see the picture of her and her fiance proposing to her after the nyc marathon
http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b3cf26b3127cce81a89b8f74b00000000610
http://sports.bostonherald.com/marathon/blogs/
you can also see the picture of her and her fiance proposing to her after the nyc marathon
http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b3cf26b3127cce81a89b8f74b00000000610
POLICE WARNING
Police are warning all men who frequent clubs, parties and local pubs to be alert and stay cautious when offered a drink by any woman.
A date rape drug on the market called "Beer" is used by many females to target unsuspecting men. The drug is generally found in liquid form and is now available almost anywhere. It comes in bottles, cans, from taps and in large "kegs."
Beer is used by female sexual predators at parties and bars to persuade their male victims to go home and have sex with them. Typically, a woman needs only to persuade a guy to consume a few units of Beer and then simply ask him home for no strings attached sex.
Men are rendered helpless against this approach. After several Beers, men will often succumb to desires to perform sexual acts on horrific looking women to whom they would never normally be attracted.
After drinking Beer men often awaken with only hazy memories of exactly what happened to them the night before, often with just a vague feeling that "something bad" occurred. At other times these unfortunate men are swindled out of their life's savings, in a familiar scam known as "a relationship." It has been reported that in extreme cases, the female may even be shrewd enough to entrap the unsuspecting male into a
longer-term form of servitude and punishment referred to as "marriage." Apparently, men are much more susceptible to this scam after Beer is administered and sex is offered by the predatory females.
Please! Forward this warning to every male you know.
gorris sent this to me. . . thought others may enjoy it as well!
Police are warning all men who frequent clubs, parties and local pubs to be alert and stay cautious when offered a drink by any woman.
A date rape drug on the market called "Beer" is used by many females to target unsuspecting men. The drug is generally found in liquid form and is now available almost anywhere. It comes in bottles, cans, from taps and in large "kegs."
Beer is used by female sexual predators at parties and bars to persuade their male victims to go home and have sex with them. Typically, a woman needs only to persuade a guy to consume a few units of Beer and then simply ask him home for no strings attached sex.
Men are rendered helpless against this approach. After several Beers, men will often succumb to desires to perform sexual acts on horrific looking women to whom they would never normally be attracted.
After drinking Beer men often awaken with only hazy memories of exactly what happened to them the night before, often with just a vague feeling that "something bad" occurred. At other times these unfortunate men are swindled out of their life's savings, in a familiar scam known as "a relationship." It has been reported that in extreme cases, the female may even be shrewd enough to entrap the unsuspecting male into a
longer-term form of servitude and punishment referred to as "marriage." Apparently, men are much more susceptible to this scam after Beer is administered and sex is offered by the predatory females.
Please! Forward this warning to every male you know.
gorris sent this to me. . . thought others may enjoy it as well!
so. . i had a nice memory the other day, i don't think i've already blogged it, so here tis.
it was my senior year at emerson. i had personally discovered the reason why most theatre technicians walk with their heads hanging low once they pass their sophomore year. . . . we're tired, and we are scared of meeting someone's eye and being asked to put yet one more thing on our plate. i was having exactly one of those days. i figure if i looked dour enough, kept my pace brisk, and looked only at the ground i would discourage anyone from approaching me as i made my way to class. i'm sure it was close to the end of the year. it was rainy, and i think my main focus was the EVVY award show on the way. a very exciting, but rather stressing event.
i was crossing the boston gardens. . . it had just rained, and i made a quick glance upward to make sure that my path had no sudden interuptions. . . and there he was, one of the producers for the EVVY's. i really didn't want to get into a discussion on the subject, so i really put my face downward and sped up a little. then, i met his shoes. he had stopped right in my path. seth graham-smith (at least, i'm pretty sure that was his full name) a really nice guy, as far as tv (non tech) guys are concerned. . .i just didn't want to dealw ith whatever new idea he had. so. . . stopped in my path i said a quick 'hi.' he put his arm around my shoulder and said, 'i have a favor i want to ask you'
DAMMIT. . . i thought. . . . . . but i asked what was on his mind. he asked me to walk to the end of the path of the gardens before i cross to the commons and then take a second to look back towards arlington street. i gave him my beest, 'ok, i'm puzzled' face. and he quickly clarified.
'it's just rained, and the sun is setting. . . you can catch the sunset, as well as it's reflection in the puddles in the garden. . . . just do it.' he smiled and left.
i walked to the end of the gardens, and looked back. he was right. it was really wonderful. all the little puddles of saturated colors mirroring the sunset over the city. i remember i hadn't been having a good day. .. though i don't remember the specifics. and here was something that i had completely not anticipated. . . . he caught me so off guard, and his intentions were so sweet. damn him! i had kept my composure over whatever was angering me all day. . . . and there i was crying over something exceptionally sweet and pretty.
thanks seth.
it was my senior year at emerson. i had personally discovered the reason why most theatre technicians walk with their heads hanging low once they pass their sophomore year. . . . we're tired, and we are scared of meeting someone's eye and being asked to put yet one more thing on our plate. i was having exactly one of those days. i figure if i looked dour enough, kept my pace brisk, and looked only at the ground i would discourage anyone from approaching me as i made my way to class. i'm sure it was close to the end of the year. it was rainy, and i think my main focus was the EVVY award show on the way. a very exciting, but rather stressing event.
i was crossing the boston gardens. . . it had just rained, and i made a quick glance upward to make sure that my path had no sudden interuptions. . . and there he was, one of the producers for the EVVY's. i really didn't want to get into a discussion on the subject, so i really put my face downward and sped up a little. then, i met his shoes. he had stopped right in my path. seth graham-smith (at least, i'm pretty sure that was his full name) a really nice guy, as far as tv (non tech) guys are concerned. . .i just didn't want to dealw ith whatever new idea he had. so. . . stopped in my path i said a quick 'hi.' he put his arm around my shoulder and said, 'i have a favor i want to ask you'
DAMMIT. . . i thought. . . . . . but i asked what was on his mind. he asked me to walk to the end of the path of the gardens before i cross to the commons and then take a second to look back towards arlington street. i gave him my beest, 'ok, i'm puzzled' face. and he quickly clarified.
'it's just rained, and the sun is setting. . . you can catch the sunset, as well as it's reflection in the puddles in the garden. . . . just do it.' he smiled and left.
i walked to the end of the gardens, and looked back. he was right. it was really wonderful. all the little puddles of saturated colors mirroring the sunset over the city. i remember i hadn't been having a good day. .. though i don't remember the specifics. and here was something that i had completely not anticipated. . . . he caught me so off guard, and his intentions were so sweet. damn him! i had kept my composure over whatever was angering me all day. . . . and there i was crying over something exceptionally sweet and pretty.
thanks seth.
4.03.2004
here's something fun for y'all.
a couple of years ago i travelled home for the holidays. it was nice because i hadn't had the chance in a while and i got to hang out with dan (friend from highschool) my mom had already told me that she was really excited about one of the gifts she got for me-she said something about it being really adorable. . .
now, my mom and i don't exactly share the same view on what is adorable. so, i was slightly apprehensive. but i decided to let her be excited about it, and i would try to be the same upon opening it. that day i spent time with dan at the mall. granted, there isn't much in the massena mall, but we did some walking, and some giggling over the minature new ice rink that they added to attract shows like the ice capades- that could never fit in that size rink. during our walkings about, we came across one of those little areas in the middle of the mall walkway selling seasonal gifts. these gifts in particular we found to be a bit disturbing. they were small cats and dogs, meant to be cute, that were covered in rabbit hair, so if you touched them, they felt that real cats and dogs. the cats were usually in groups of two, nestled and sleeping in a basket. we were disturbed, and yet found it completely hilarious. . . because, well, we are both a little sick in the head like that.
lated that day, i was home. mom decided that my 'night before christmas' present was to be the one she was so excited about. on the site of opening it. i started laughing and fell to the floor. her 'adorable' present was the same disturbingly funny kitties sleeping in a basket that dan and i had seen earlier. i explaied the whole deal, and mom got a kick out of it as well. but the fun doesn't stop here folks!
dan came over the next day and i unveiled my gift, to which there was more spralling spasmatic bodies laughing on the floor. we came up with plan of places i could put it that would insite reactions. like in the back window of my car. . . how many angry aspca notes would i find on my windshield? later i discovered that you would remove the kitties from their basket. which made them seem like freeze dried kitties. you could toss them like a frisbee. . . . . . then, i discovered that they fit in other things as well. . . .
yes, sick and twisted i may be.
a couple of years ago i travelled home for the holidays. it was nice because i hadn't had the chance in a while and i got to hang out with dan (friend from highschool) my mom had already told me that she was really excited about one of the gifts she got for me-she said something about it being really adorable. . .
now, my mom and i don't exactly share the same view on what is adorable. so, i was slightly apprehensive. but i decided to let her be excited about it, and i would try to be the same upon opening it. that day i spent time with dan at the mall. granted, there isn't much in the massena mall, but we did some walking, and some giggling over the minature new ice rink that they added to attract shows like the ice capades- that could never fit in that size rink. during our walkings about, we came across one of those little areas in the middle of the mall walkway selling seasonal gifts. these gifts in particular we found to be a bit disturbing. they were small cats and dogs, meant to be cute, that were covered in rabbit hair, so if you touched them, they felt that real cats and dogs. the cats were usually in groups of two, nestled and sleeping in a basket. we were disturbed, and yet found it completely hilarious. . . because, well, we are both a little sick in the head like that.
lated that day, i was home. mom decided that my 'night before christmas' present was to be the one she was so excited about. on the site of opening it. i started laughing and fell to the floor. her 'adorable' present was the same disturbingly funny kitties sleeping in a basket that dan and i had seen earlier. i explaied the whole deal, and mom got a kick out of it as well. but the fun doesn't stop here folks!
dan came over the next day and i unveiled my gift, to which there was more spralling spasmatic bodies laughing on the floor. we came up with plan of places i could put it that would insite reactions. like in the back window of my car. . . how many angry aspca notes would i find on my windshield? later i discovered that you would remove the kitties from their basket. which made them seem like freeze dried kitties. you could toss them like a frisbee. . . . . . then, i discovered that they fit in other things as well. . . .
yes, sick and twisted i may be.
4.02.2004
well, some recent rain has given me a bit of a respite from my allergies, though i'm now told to watch out for further blooming since with extra water, plants will tend to surge in growth. . . yipeee! and thanks to my brother, i also have a new link up. i have no idea what was wrong with the old wireless card, but this one seems to work. another yippeee!
so back at the sfbc, but i've already finished my soup, and i didn't bring all the work with me that i wish i had, therefore there are possibilities that i will be back tomorrow to finish up some more stuff.
something that has been on my mind for a bit. . . completely off any prior subject i think. . .
marriage, or more to the point, weddings. . . not mine of course. but with my former roommate's (from emerson) wedding coming up this summer, i was thinking. . .this may be, well it's definitely the first conventional wedding i'll be going to, but thinking of my close friends, it may be one of the few conventional weddings i go to. (if i get the time off :) heeeheeeheee) so yeah, in recent years, i've been to 2 of my friends' weddings. the first, nana's.. . was in a sports bar that she had worked in earlier- installing the swanky sound system. she wore a really cute blue summer dress, and he wore a traditional japanese something or other -sorry, i don't know the name-and she's japanese, and he's jewish. it was a group all our friends, and sadly, because the knicks were doing well in the playoffs we had to cut the reception short due to a knicks party invading the place. i remember on the taxi cab over, al (her hubby) was running late, just getting his hair bleached. and in the rush, they both forgot the marriage liscence. so they ended up signing it later. it was a lot of fun, but not quite a church affair.
the next wedding did take place in a chapel, a vegas chapel. yep, mercedes and her hubby gordon got married in a vegas chapel during ldi (the lighting conference i get to see a bunch of my friends at). a few emerson friends were at the conference and were soon invited, though mer seemed really happy to have me there, i think i was one of her closer friends that was on hand. gordon's parents showed up, and seemed a little taken aback by the casuality of the rest of the people there. two other co-workers had carried a small inky to the wedding -through airport security and such- in order to have a fun light-up site gag as part of the wedding. they then each held cell phones up. . . on one was mer's mother and grandmother, and the other had mer's brother on the other end. mer wore a gorgeous mandarin style pink dress that she bought on ebay, and gordon wore a stylish slick suit, with a leather jacket it i remember correctly. gordon's family took us all out for a wonderful dinner afterwards, deep in the bellies of one of the casinos. again, it was a great time. and the wedding shots, which are taken by the chapel's photographer-this is how they really make their money- were supposed to be these cheesy posed things, but mer and gordon made it their own. then, of course- us emersonians never being much for rules- took a bunch of gag shots outside the chapel.
so jen's wedding, coming up, is really different. i don't know how mer and gordon proposed to each other, but i do have inside info that nana's and al's took place in the bathroom. (i'll let your imaginations wander) jen, is far more conventional. . . traditional?. . . i'm not sure of the right word to use here. she's girly. i doubt that she would have a bachlor/bachlorette party at a strip bar in vegas- yep, and i got to hang out with my boss there as well. it was really lame, even for a strip bar. the 'main act' was a dancer, and older woman with a dent in her ass, and she started singing, 'diamonds are a girl's best friend' or something like that. finally, it was definitely time to go!
where was i, oh yeah, jen. . .my former roommate. she's very classy, and her taste is very pretty and classic, very feminine. lots of small but tasteful floral prints in her outfits. and i do remember how she would set out all of her clothes for the next day each evening, which also included a complete set of jewelery that matched the colors and patterns. unless of course she was too smashed coming home from a party :)
anyway, her proposal was definitely romantic, as she is. yes, that's the word i was stretching for earlier, romantic. she took up running after college, which i think is amazing. i love it when my female friends take up physical challenges. she's taken to running several marathons now as well. boston and nyc. she was running the nyc marathon. her family, from queens was there to cheer her on. her fiancee was supposed to be covering a sporting event in boston, but he set the whole thing up. he was waiting at the finishline for her. wrapped in her silver heat blanket, all sweaty and i'm only guessing-completely exhausted. . . . her family and fiancee surrounded her and he got down on one knee and proposed.
i know. . . romantic, huh? i wouldn't expect anything less from her life. i used to find poetry/ graffitti written about her on hidden desks in the old emerson library. and not nasty stuff either. . . . frilly, complimentary, odes.
i've received her invite to the wedding. there will be a church involved and the family has already set up a block of rooms for the wedding party in a nearby hotel. i really want to get there for it. still have to put it by my bosses. i'd really love to share that event with her. and again, i'm sure there will be a handful of emerson friends there and it will be a lot of fun. . . but somehow i imagine a white wedding dress and a crying mother of the bride. . . not quite what i've been a part of lately.
then, there's dan. . . . who mentioned that he and his boyfriend had thought a little of doing something if this whole gay marriage goes through. right now it doesn't sound too good, but i would be so excited to be a part of his wedding. not that i'd put pressure on him at all, but i think it would be so much fun to be a best man, or maybe groom's maid, or best maid? hmmm. . . . what would that be called? not that the position exists let alone if up for grabs. . . . :) but i'd love to have a celebration with a group of friends. . . and dan, being one of my oldest friends, it would be that much more special.
anyway, yeah, that's whats been going through my head. . . on a gray day here where radiohead's 'ok computer' seems to be a good soundtrack for the day.
so back at the sfbc, but i've already finished my soup, and i didn't bring all the work with me that i wish i had, therefore there are possibilities that i will be back tomorrow to finish up some more stuff.
something that has been on my mind for a bit. . . completely off any prior subject i think. . .
marriage, or more to the point, weddings. . . not mine of course. but with my former roommate's (from emerson) wedding coming up this summer, i was thinking. . .this may be, well it's definitely the first conventional wedding i'll be going to, but thinking of my close friends, it may be one of the few conventional weddings i go to. (if i get the time off :) heeeheeeheee) so yeah, in recent years, i've been to 2 of my friends' weddings. the first, nana's.. . was in a sports bar that she had worked in earlier- installing the swanky sound system. she wore a really cute blue summer dress, and he wore a traditional japanese something or other -sorry, i don't know the name-and she's japanese, and he's jewish. it was a group all our friends, and sadly, because the knicks were doing well in the playoffs we had to cut the reception short due to a knicks party invading the place. i remember on the taxi cab over, al (her hubby) was running late, just getting his hair bleached. and in the rush, they both forgot the marriage liscence. so they ended up signing it later. it was a lot of fun, but not quite a church affair.
the next wedding did take place in a chapel, a vegas chapel. yep, mercedes and her hubby gordon got married in a vegas chapel during ldi (the lighting conference i get to see a bunch of my friends at). a few emerson friends were at the conference and were soon invited, though mer seemed really happy to have me there, i think i was one of her closer friends that was on hand. gordon's parents showed up, and seemed a little taken aback by the casuality of the rest of the people there. two other co-workers had carried a small inky to the wedding -through airport security and such- in order to have a fun light-up site gag as part of the wedding. they then each held cell phones up. . . on one was mer's mother and grandmother, and the other had mer's brother on the other end. mer wore a gorgeous mandarin style pink dress that she bought on ebay, and gordon wore a stylish slick suit, with a leather jacket it i remember correctly. gordon's family took us all out for a wonderful dinner afterwards, deep in the bellies of one of the casinos. again, it was a great time. and the wedding shots, which are taken by the chapel's photographer-this is how they really make their money- were supposed to be these cheesy posed things, but mer and gordon made it their own. then, of course- us emersonians never being much for rules- took a bunch of gag shots outside the chapel.
so jen's wedding, coming up, is really different. i don't know how mer and gordon proposed to each other, but i do have inside info that nana's and al's took place in the bathroom. (i'll let your imaginations wander) jen, is far more conventional. . . traditional?. . . i'm not sure of the right word to use here. she's girly. i doubt that she would have a bachlor/bachlorette party at a strip bar in vegas- yep, and i got to hang out with my boss there as well. it was really lame, even for a strip bar. the 'main act' was a dancer, and older woman with a dent in her ass, and she started singing, 'diamonds are a girl's best friend' or something like that. finally, it was definitely time to go!
where was i, oh yeah, jen. . .my former roommate. she's very classy, and her taste is very pretty and classic, very feminine. lots of small but tasteful floral prints in her outfits. and i do remember how she would set out all of her clothes for the next day each evening, which also included a complete set of jewelery that matched the colors and patterns. unless of course she was too smashed coming home from a party :)
anyway, her proposal was definitely romantic, as she is. yes, that's the word i was stretching for earlier, romantic. she took up running after college, which i think is amazing. i love it when my female friends take up physical challenges. she's taken to running several marathons now as well. boston and nyc. she was running the nyc marathon. her family, from queens was there to cheer her on. her fiancee was supposed to be covering a sporting event in boston, but he set the whole thing up. he was waiting at the finishline for her. wrapped in her silver heat blanket, all sweaty and i'm only guessing-completely exhausted. . . . her family and fiancee surrounded her and he got down on one knee and proposed.
i know. . . romantic, huh? i wouldn't expect anything less from her life. i used to find poetry/ graffitti written about her on hidden desks in the old emerson library. and not nasty stuff either. . . . frilly, complimentary, odes.
i've received her invite to the wedding. there will be a church involved and the family has already set up a block of rooms for the wedding party in a nearby hotel. i really want to get there for it. still have to put it by my bosses. i'd really love to share that event with her. and again, i'm sure there will be a handful of emerson friends there and it will be a lot of fun. . . but somehow i imagine a white wedding dress and a crying mother of the bride. . . not quite what i've been a part of lately.
then, there's dan. . . . who mentioned that he and his boyfriend had thought a little of doing something if this whole gay marriage goes through. right now it doesn't sound too good, but i would be so excited to be a part of his wedding. not that i'd put pressure on him at all, but i think it would be so much fun to be a best man, or maybe groom's maid, or best maid? hmmm. . . . what would that be called? not that the position exists let alone if up for grabs. . . . :) but i'd love to have a celebration with a group of friends. . . and dan, being one of my oldest friends, it would be that much more special.
anyway, yeah, that's whats been going through my head. . . on a gray day here where radiohead's 'ok computer' seems to be a good soundtrack for the day.
3.14.2004
ok! i'm back. . . well not really back, but i'm on jared's computer and will be able to upload pictures. . . . yay!
soooooooooo. . . . guess where i was. . . .
and i didn't have to leave santa fe. . . . confused. . . . how about a picture with a little more light. . . .
yes folks. . . . it's refridgerator henge. . . .
one of my coworkers mentioned it the other day, then gave me directions from work. . . . it's actually a great area to view the sunset across the valley as well.
however, it shouldn't overcast my visit to carhenge. . . . out in nebraska with james and val on our cross-country to san francisco. . . .
we hit that at sunrise, and i got my first view of fredge henge at sunset. . . rather fitting. i was bothered though that i couldn't walk around or get close to fridge henge. . . it was all fenced off. i wonder if that's where the santa fe mafia keeps all their dead bodies? anyway, it wasn't nearly as interactive as carhenge. . ..
. . . but still, a fun site. . .. .
soooooooooo. . . . guess where i was. . . .
and i didn't have to leave santa fe. . . . confused. . . . how about a picture with a little more light. . . .
yes folks. . . . it's refridgerator henge. . . .
one of my coworkers mentioned it the other day, then gave me directions from work. . . . it's actually a great area to view the sunset across the valley as well.
however, it shouldn't overcast my visit to carhenge. . . . out in nebraska with james and val on our cross-country to san francisco. . . .
we hit that at sunrise, and i got my first view of fredge henge at sunset. . . rather fitting. i was bothered though that i couldn't walk around or get close to fridge henge. . . it was all fenced off. i wonder if that's where the santa fe mafia keeps all their dead bodies? anyway, it wasn't nearly as interactive as carhenge. . ..
. . . but still, a fun site. . .. .
3.13.2004
a couple of sunday's ago, i made plans with jared (mostly to celebrate his birthday) and a group of people from the opera to go bowling. the only place that had open bowling in the mid day was a casino out in espanola. . . . but what fun that would be? right?
so we all showed up and started bowling.. . . .man, i suck. i mean, i remember i used to break a hundred on each game. . . . on my first game i barely broke 50! and the game is all set up weird. there's electronic scoring, and when you gutterball, the screen mocks you by thanking you for 'cleaning the gutters, but it is unnecessary since we get that done once a week by a professional.'---can you tell that i'm bitter? i got that one a few too many times.
man, i remember when a cute college guy in the lane over remarked that i had a really great curve to my 'toss' ( i use the word toss here, since i don't know what you call it when you roll the ball down the lane, is there a technical term?). my friend at the time was trying to flirt with him, which i thought was lame since we were having a girly night out. . .. but i was pleased when he paid more attention to my ball curning then her lameass attemts for attention. anyway. . . . bowling was a normal part of my weekends as a highschooler. erika, dan, and i (and when my brother came along, it was 2 erika's and 2 dan's--kinda weird, huh?) would set up for bowling almost every weekend, especially in the winter when the drive-in double movie wasn't running. once, dan walked out with his bowling shoes still on, and didn't realize till we stopped to get sodas at the grocery. and this whole electronic scoring this is a jip. exactly why did we spend so much time in highschool learning the details of scoring a bowling game in gym class, if it was going to be taken over by a malicious machine. . . . and how does one cheat now to get free games!?
ahhh. . . those were the days, of driving through a college town freaking unsuspecting people out by blasting fraggle rock and muppet tunes in my friend's car, and instead of yelling our school pride or snide remarks to non-coltonians.. . . we'd yell, "big bird rules" at the top of our lungs. . . . and i didn't suck at bowling. . . . guess i should practice more.
so we all showed up and started bowling.. . . .man, i suck. i mean, i remember i used to break a hundred on each game. . . . on my first game i barely broke 50! and the game is all set up weird. there's electronic scoring, and when you gutterball, the screen mocks you by thanking you for 'cleaning the gutters, but it is unnecessary since we get that done once a week by a professional.'---can you tell that i'm bitter? i got that one a few too many times.
man, i remember when a cute college guy in the lane over remarked that i had a really great curve to my 'toss' ( i use the word toss here, since i don't know what you call it when you roll the ball down the lane, is there a technical term?). my friend at the time was trying to flirt with him, which i thought was lame since we were having a girly night out. . .. but i was pleased when he paid more attention to my ball curning then her lameass attemts for attention. anyway. . . . bowling was a normal part of my weekends as a highschooler. erika, dan, and i (and when my brother came along, it was 2 erika's and 2 dan's--kinda weird, huh?) would set up for bowling almost every weekend, especially in the winter when the drive-in double movie wasn't running. once, dan walked out with his bowling shoes still on, and didn't realize till we stopped to get sodas at the grocery. and this whole electronic scoring this is a jip. exactly why did we spend so much time in highschool learning the details of scoring a bowling game in gym class, if it was going to be taken over by a malicious machine. . . . and how does one cheat now to get free games!?
ahhh. . . those were the days, of driving through a college town freaking unsuspecting people out by blasting fraggle rock and muppet tunes in my friend's car, and instead of yelling our school pride or snide remarks to non-coltonians.. . . we'd yell, "big bird rules" at the top of our lungs. . . . and i didn't suck at bowling. . . . guess i should practice more.
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