Last night Jeannie and I headed over to the neighborhood where we're looking at houses (and where our new apartment will be) to walk around and see what was going on. We walked around a bit and then headed into a restaurant/bar called the Parkside that we've been to a couple of times before. I like the place - it's relatively new, pretty spacious, well decorated with genuine old stuff, usually not very crowded, and nice folks working there. The menu could be a little better, but they usually have good beer. Well, last night we stopped in to have some beers, and noticed that they've set up a ping-pong table, foosball table, and air hockey table in the back. The bartender said that folks are encouraged to just go and play if they feel like it. So we did and had quite a good time. Free ping-pong is a good draw, I think. For me, anyway. I'll spend my beer money there in the future.
Today the Jeanners and I both had the day off, and this morning we met with a plumber and a general contractor at the house we're looking at. We outlined some of the changes we're interested in making, and they looked around and said they'll come up with estimates on how much those changes would cost. So we should find out some stuff by the middle of next week. We spent the rest of the afternoon down at the City Municipal building, getting city drawings of the lot and trying to find out if zoning laws would allow us to add a driveway to the lot. Basically, the laws don't really allow us to do exactly what we want, but because it's a corner lot we might still be able to do it. It's all a little confusing and overwhelming, but I think it would be less overwhelming if we actually owned the property.
Who knows what we'll do tonight? Maybe more ping-pong...maybe not.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
False Start
I thought I had to go to work today, so I woke up early and got to work at 7, as usual, only to find that it was actually my day off. So i got to come home and run a lot of errands instead. It was a decent day, got a lot done. It's starting to get hot.
Today I saw a woman in roller blades wearing shorts that did not cover her ass.
I went to the library today, and they found a CD that they said I hadn't turned in but that I really had.
The Jeanners made appointments today with a contractor and a plumber, we're going to look at the house on Friday and get estimates for the changes we'd like to make. Also, over the weekend we put a deposit down on an apartment (we'll be living in the apartment between the end of August [when our current lease is up] and when we find a house and finish making the major immediate improvements that would need to be made). We're glad to have found a place, but it's smaller than our current place, so we're gonna have to figure out how to make it work. Hopefully it'll be very temporary.
I feel like over the past few days I've had interesting things to write about but they have all escaped my brain.
The Beej is coming for a visit!
The Jeanners' parents are also coming for a visit!
I think August and September are going to be busy months.
Our friend Gena is an awesome photographer. She has a new book. At this site, you can see a preview of the book, and order it if you so desire, and vote for it in their readers' poll. Her stuff is seriously really good. I don't normally think people should make their living doing artsy things, but I think she should.
Today I saw a woman in roller blades wearing shorts that did not cover her ass.
I went to the library today, and they found a CD that they said I hadn't turned in but that I really had.
The Jeanners made appointments today with a contractor and a plumber, we're going to look at the house on Friday and get estimates for the changes we'd like to make. Also, over the weekend we put a deposit down on an apartment (we'll be living in the apartment between the end of August [when our current lease is up] and when we find a house and finish making the major immediate improvements that would need to be made). We're glad to have found a place, but it's smaller than our current place, so we're gonna have to figure out how to make it work. Hopefully it'll be very temporary.
I feel like over the past few days I've had interesting things to write about but they have all escaped my brain.
The Beej is coming for a visit!
The Jeanners' parents are also coming for a visit!
I think August and September are going to be busy months.
Our friend Gena is an awesome photographer. She has a new book. At this site, you can see a preview of the book, and order it if you so desire, and vote for it in their readers' poll. Her stuff is seriously really good. I don't normally think people should make their living doing artsy things, but I think she should.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
No Jack & Diane. Idiot.
Went to the conert tonight. Got to Ripken stadium at 4pm (doors opened at 5) and there was already a bit of a line to get in, but luckily there were a lot of older people in the crowd who wanted seats, so I was able to get down pretty close to the front for Willie's set. This is what it looked like when I got there:
There was a forgettable opening act, and then Willie came on and started his set. He was awesome, pointing and waving and smiling, playing some wicked lead guitar on that beat up old guitar of his.
Unfortunately, during his set, a big storm rolled in with some nasty looking lightning, so he had to cut his set short and they made everybody clear the field. Sucky.
After awhile the rain stopped and the Coug came on. When they let people back on to the field, I was able to get right down in the center in the front row. It was a nice spot to be. The Coug did not play Jack & Diane, which I find nearly unbelievable. It was impossible, however, to not sing along during "Hurt So Good". At one point I noticed that the Coug was sporting a little bit of camel toe, although I think it was just because he was dressing a little bit to the side.
After the Coug finished up, Bob Dylan came on, and although I have heard bad things about his live shows, I thought it was pretty good. I was glad that I was up close because he doesn't do much physically but he does a whole hell of a lot with his face. Weird smiles and looks and poses. It was also really strange to see the relationship he had with his band. They kinda seemed to love him, respect him, hate him, and fear him all at the same time. And every member of the band watched him like a hawk. For the whole set. "Like a Rolling Stone" was definitely the highlight of the show for me. By the way, Bob Dylan's drummer was pretty awesome and looked a little bit like Jeff Tweedy.
Some fun facts about the shows:
1. I'm sure that Willie pointed at me and smiled.
2. The Coug plays a "G" chord differently than anybody I've ever seen.
3. The Coug's drummer looked like a cross between me and Richard Dean Anderson.
4. The Coug had a totally badass anorexic fiddle player. She was awesome.
5. Number of non-white people seen at today's event: exactly 3. One of them was
the Coug's bass player.
6. I ate a lot of food today for breakfast and lunch, and by the middle of the
Coug's set, the bowel-rattling bass guitar and kick drum nearly worked it all
out right onto the field. Luckily the sewage-stench of my farts in the crowd
was masked by all the pot smoke.
7. Bob Dylan is either very strange or very smart or both.
There was a forgettable opening act, and then Willie came on and started his set. He was awesome, pointing and waving and smiling, playing some wicked lead guitar on that beat up old guitar of his.
Unfortunately, during his set, a big storm rolled in with some nasty looking lightning, so he had to cut his set short and they made everybody clear the field. Sucky.
After awhile the rain stopped and the Coug came on. When they let people back on to the field, I was able to get right down in the center in the front row. It was a nice spot to be. The Coug did not play Jack & Diane, which I find nearly unbelievable. It was impossible, however, to not sing along during "Hurt So Good". At one point I noticed that the Coug was sporting a little bit of camel toe, although I think it was just because he was dressing a little bit to the side.
After the Coug finished up, Bob Dylan came on, and although I have heard bad things about his live shows, I thought it was pretty good. I was glad that I was up close because he doesn't do much physically but he does a whole hell of a lot with his face. Weird smiles and looks and poses. It was also really strange to see the relationship he had with his band. They kinda seemed to love him, respect him, hate him, and fear him all at the same time. And every member of the band watched him like a hawk. For the whole set. "Like a Rolling Stone" was definitely the highlight of the show for me. By the way, Bob Dylan's drummer was pretty awesome and looked a little bit like Jeff Tweedy.
Some fun facts about the shows:
1. I'm sure that Willie pointed at me and smiled.
2. The Coug plays a "G" chord differently than anybody I've ever seen.
3. The Coug's drummer looked like a cross between me and Richard Dean Anderson.
4. The Coug had a totally badass anorexic fiddle player. She was awesome.
5. Number of non-white people seen at today's event: exactly 3. One of them was
the Coug's bass player.
6. I ate a lot of food today for breakfast and lunch, and by the middle of the
Coug's set, the bowel-rattling bass guitar and kick drum nearly worked it all
out right onto the field. Luckily the sewage-stench of my farts in the crowd
was masked by all the pot smoke.
7. Bob Dylan is either very strange or very smart or both.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The Freewheelin' Applebee's
Tomorrow I am going to go see Willie Nelson and Bob Dylan and John 'Cougar' Mellencamp in concert. The show starts at 5:30pm, and is at Ripken minor league ballpark. But first, in the afternoon, I am gonna go to motherfuckin' Applebee's. Because I have a gift card and I want a steak. And I'm gonna have a salad, too, and a baked potato with butter and sour cream. Aw shit. I am expecting nothing less than the best day of my life.
The Jeanners and I went to look at the house again. We are both leaning towards making an offer, I believe. The guy who used to live in the house was named Lino, and he used to write little notes on everything, like when the washer and dryer was installed, and who installed it, and how much it cost, and when they died. He also had notes where he would write down his name and address, and notes about the weather, and notes about his mood. He was a photographer and had a lot of his photos hanging in the house, some with little notes. I don't know. The house would need a lot of cleaning up and work, but it's in pretty good shape. And it seems to be the right size.
Earlier this week, I tried to give Jeannie the nickname "Stinko," but she got upset so I can't call her that.
I called in sick to work on Tuesday. Then I was off on Wednesday. And now I'm gonna be off tomorrow. It's been a nice week.
Still doing a lot of recording. Trying to do a little bit every day. Most of it sucks and just goes in the trash, but they're nice little lessons.
The Jeanners and I went to look at the house again. We are both leaning towards making an offer, I believe. The guy who used to live in the house was named Lino, and he used to write little notes on everything, like when the washer and dryer was installed, and who installed it, and how much it cost, and when they died. He also had notes where he would write down his name and address, and notes about the weather, and notes about his mood. He was a photographer and had a lot of his photos hanging in the house, some with little notes. I don't know. The house would need a lot of cleaning up and work, but it's in pretty good shape. And it seems to be the right size.
Earlier this week, I tried to give Jeannie the nickname "Stinko," but she got upset so I can't call her that.
I called in sick to work on Tuesday. Then I was off on Wednesday. And now I'm gonna be off tomorrow. It's been a nice week.
Still doing a lot of recording. Trying to do a little bit every day. Most of it sucks and just goes in the trash, but they're nice little lessons.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Strike That
I went to the strike for the Twelfth Night set tonight, and goddamn it if I didn't have a good time. Lots of people turned out to help, and although I'd much rather have a few competent people than a lot of incompetent ones, having lots of people around made it seem like a much more social event. Plus, I got to karate chop and kick boards and it felt good. Although I did get some rusty screws in the back of the leg. Jaw...locking...up......blargh.
The Jeanners has been playing around with the floorplan of the house with which we've had an on again/off again relationship, and come up with an idea that we both like, and one that requires a relatively small amount of work. Our realtor is currently on vacation, but maybe when she comes back we'll make an offer. In the meantime, we went and looked at some apartments, and we've got an appointment this week to look at another. It will suck to move twice, but it will feel good to have some temporary housing lined up.
Life feels alright right now.
I'm not a Pete Yorn fan, but there's a couple of songs on his new CD that I'm enjoying. There's one in particular that I really like, and there's two lines that stand out: The first is, "you kissed the best and had enormous breasts," and the second is, "I googled you in quotes - got no results." The second line in particular I'm interested in, because it seems really shallow and like a smug pop-reference, but there's also a very specific emotion and loneliness that runs underneath it. I'm impressed by lines that can have a completely unpoetic word like 'googled' in it but still conjure a very specific, sharp, and common emotion. I don't know, I'll just link to the song over in the playlist and you can listen for yourself. It's called "Social Development Dance."
That's all I got right now. Don't feel like getting up for work in 5.75 hours.
The Jeanners has been playing around with the floorplan of the house with which we've had an on again/off again relationship, and come up with an idea that we both like, and one that requires a relatively small amount of work. Our realtor is currently on vacation, but maybe when she comes back we'll make an offer. In the meantime, we went and looked at some apartments, and we've got an appointment this week to look at another. It will suck to move twice, but it will feel good to have some temporary housing lined up.
Life feels alright right now.
I'm not a Pete Yorn fan, but there's a couple of songs on his new CD that I'm enjoying. There's one in particular that I really like, and there's two lines that stand out: The first is, "you kissed the best and had enormous breasts," and the second is, "I googled you in quotes - got no results." The second line in particular I'm interested in, because it seems really shallow and like a smug pop-reference, but there's also a very specific emotion and loneliness that runs underneath it. I'm impressed by lines that can have a completely unpoetic word like 'googled' in it but still conjure a very specific, sharp, and common emotion. I don't know, I'll just link to the song over in the playlist and you can listen for yourself. It's called "Social Development Dance."
That's all I got right now. Don't feel like getting up for work in 5.75 hours.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Hog Butcher to the World
The other day at work my back went all funny and I was seized up in pain for a few minutes. Then it would do that randomly every now and again for the rest of the day. But I went home and laid on the floor and iced my back and now it's been fine. Huh.
The house that we liked last week, we like less, although we still like it. It's very close to being the "right" house, although we're not sure that it's gone ahead and crossed the "right house" line yet. We'll watch and see if the price goes down. So tomorrow we're probably gonna go look at some apartments since our lease is up at the end of August.
Been doing a lot of recording. I think I've done more productive recording in the last few weeks (since getting The Boss) than I've done in the last 6 months. Feels good.
Some phrases that have made their way into the D and J vernacular:
"Dropping an L.G." - means taking a stinky shit at someplace other than your home bathroom.
"Taking a Harry Truman" - means taking a nap where you strip down to your underwear, but the nap is no longer than 20 minutes.
Finished A Brief History of Time. I was in over my head for most of the book, but I still enjoyed the read. Pretty interesting, and it made me think about stuff that I haven't thought about for a long time. Like astrophysics. I'm now currently reading Cormac McCarthy's The Road, which so far seems to be entirely about coming up with different ways to describe things as gray, dead, and ash-covered. But I'm liking it.
The house that we liked last week, we like less, although we still like it. It's very close to being the "right" house, although we're not sure that it's gone ahead and crossed the "right house" line yet. We'll watch and see if the price goes down. So tomorrow we're probably gonna go look at some apartments since our lease is up at the end of August.
Been doing a lot of recording. I think I've done more productive recording in the last few weeks (since getting The Boss) than I've done in the last 6 months. Feels good.
Some phrases that have made their way into the D and J vernacular:
"Dropping an L.G." - means taking a stinky shit at someplace other than your home bathroom.
"Taking a Harry Truman" - means taking a nap where you strip down to your underwear, but the nap is no longer than 20 minutes.
Finished A Brief History of Time. I was in over my head for most of the book, but I still enjoyed the read. Pretty interesting, and it made me think about stuff that I haven't thought about for a long time. Like astrophysics. I'm now currently reading Cormac McCarthy's The Road, which so far seems to be entirely about coming up with different ways to describe things as gray, dead, and ash-covered. But I'm liking it.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
A New Place
Well, there's another house that the Jeanners and I are considering making an offer on. We went and looked at it yesterday, and were expecting not to like it, but we both liked it. We were expecting not to like it because it only has two bedrooms and it is only one story and it is made out of cinder blocks. But we liked it anyway. I'm making it sound uglier than it is. It's actually pretty cute, and on a quiet corner lot. There's 17 trees on the lot. I know because went went back there this evening and counted the trees. We also got a chance to talk to 2 of the neighbors, Donna and Jackie. We also sat on the front porch to see how it felt. Felt pretty good. It also has a cool front door.
I had a good day today. Work was pretty decent, I think because I started my day by having a chat with Bobo Jubilee on my way inside from the parking lot at work. Bobo Jubilee is a guy who is a bouncer and multi-purpose man who works at the bar/restaurant near the B&N, and he deserves a blog post all to himself. Needless to say, he has the greatest name in America. He's also quite a character, and he comes into the B&N and orders wrestling DVD's with some frequency. Anyway, it's good to start the day with a chat with Bobo because he's a sweetheart. And he has a potty mouth.
For the past few weeks I have experienced the longest stretch of wonderful weather that I've ever experienced. It's been wonderful. A wonderful experience.
I had a good day today. Work was pretty decent, I think because I started my day by having a chat with Bobo Jubilee on my way inside from the parking lot at work. Bobo Jubilee is a guy who is a bouncer and multi-purpose man who works at the bar/restaurant near the B&N, and he deserves a blog post all to himself. Needless to say, he has the greatest name in America. He's also quite a character, and he comes into the B&N and orders wrestling DVD's with some frequency. Anyway, it's good to start the day with a chat with Bobo because he's a sweetheart. And he has a potty mouth.
For the past few weeks I have experienced the longest stretch of wonderful weather that I've ever experienced. It's been wonderful. A wonderful experience.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
National Lampoon's St. Louis Vacation
The Jeanners and I took a trip to St. Louis last week. It was a good trip, and we got to see a lot of people (everybody except Drew, who, like us, was busy with familial obligations). Next time, Drew. The trip was not too hectic, and even contained a lovely day where jeannie and I walked around the south Grand neighborhood, and dropped in to see Shannon and little Adam, and ended up sitting and chatting for a few hours. Lovely weather, too. I felt strangely uncomfortable for pretty much the whole trip, though. I think it's because I don't really feel at home in Baltimore, and I don't really feel at home in St. Louis anymore, so I just felt very rootless. It was, in a weird way, comforting when we got home last night. It was good to see a lot of the cool kids, though.
The Jeanners has been gone all evening, so I've been doing some more recording. She just called a few minutes ago to tell me that she'd been driving one of the trucks from her work and it overheated, so she's stuck downtown with one of her Americorps workers waiting for a tow truck. Sucky.
This one might turn into something. Later.
The Jeanners has been gone all evening, so I've been doing some more recording. She just called a few minutes ago to tell me that she'd been driving one of the trucks from her work and it overheated, so she's stuck downtown with one of her Americorps workers waiting for a tow truck. Sucky.
This one might turn into something. Later.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Experiment #2
Tomorrow we go to the Lou!
Yippie. Ready for a vacation. Hope we get to see all the folks we want to see.
Last night I screwed around some more with the recorder. Until Jeannie told me to shut up and go to bed. She said it in a nice way, though.
Yippie. Ready for a vacation. Hope we get to see all the folks we want to see.
Last night I screwed around some more with the recorder. Until Jeannie told me to shut up and go to bed. She said it in a nice way, though.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Bell, Blevins, and Devoe
The Jeanners and I did not take our possible trip to the beach. Didn't feel like making the drive, didn't feel like spending the money for a hotel. So instead we spent the day up around Rocks State Park (the place where I lost my wedding ring about 4 years ago), and then decided just to drive around and see what we came across. Well, we ended up at York, Pennsylvania. Lots of pretty farm country around there, and we stopped and had dinner at a funny little family restaurant called the Taylor Haus, where I had the option of getting gravy atop every item included in my dinner. I opted for gravy atop 2 of the 3 things, but left my fries dry, as god intended them. Anyway, we had a fun time, enjoyed trying to find good songs on the radio, and enjoyed the numerous Michael Jackson songs we came across.
I have spent the past few days getting to know the new 8 track. Really liking it. It's easy to work with, does everything I would want it to do, and is totally portable. I smell possible car-recorded vocals in my future. While I was getting to know it the other day, I was screwing around and recording stuff and making up the track as I went along, and this is how it sounds:
If only the damn thing would come up with a melody line and write some lyrics for me, I'd be freakin' set. Still, though, I'm really happy with it.
I have spent the past few days getting to know the new 8 track. Really liking it. It's easy to work with, does everything I would want it to do, and is totally portable. I smell possible car-recorded vocals in my future. While I was getting to know it the other day, I was screwing around and recording stuff and making up the track as I went along, and this is how it sounds:
If only the damn thing would come up with a melody line and write some lyrics for me, I'd be freakin' set. Still, though, I'm really happy with it.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Things that happened:
1. Michael Jackson died yesterday. I have no thoughts on the matter except surprise. And I feel sorry for his kids and sorry for people who got a lot of emotional satisfaction from his music and will miss him. RIP, Michael Jackson.
2. I had a DR. PEPPER today for the first time in like 10 years, and boy did it taste like SHIT. I don't know if I got a defective DR. PEPPER or if they've always tasted like that and I'm just now noticing.
3. The Jeanners and I hung out with the A-Train and her boyfriend last night, and we had a good time playing games and shooting the shit and going to dinner and having delicious ice-cream. Neither Aimee nor Jeannie wanted to play SORRY!, which made me sorry, indeed.
4. The Jeanners and I are considering doing something adventurous and fun tonight and tomorrow. Perhaps an impromptu overnight trip to the beach? Traffic will suck, but the question is, will it suck bad enough to prevent us from going? Also, weather concerns?
5. My new digital recorder arrived a few days ago, and I've been playing around with it and getting it all set up. I think it's gonna be awesome.
St. Louis next week!
2. I had a DR. PEPPER today for the first time in like 10 years, and boy did it taste like SHIT. I don't know if I got a defective DR. PEPPER or if they've always tasted like that and I'm just now noticing.
3. The Jeanners and I hung out with the A-Train and her boyfriend last night, and we had a good time playing games and shooting the shit and going to dinner and having delicious ice-cream. Neither Aimee nor Jeannie wanted to play SORRY!, which made me sorry, indeed.
4. The Jeanners and I are considering doing something adventurous and fun tonight and tomorrow. Perhaps an impromptu overnight trip to the beach? Traffic will suck, but the question is, will it suck bad enough to prevent us from going? Also, weather concerns?
5. My new digital recorder arrived a few days ago, and I've been playing around with it and getting it all set up. I think it's gonna be awesome.
St. Louis next week!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
The Boss
On a whim the other day, I decided to bid on a used digital 8-track recorder on e-bay. I was a little bit surprised last night when I won, but pleasantly surprised because I got it for a really good price.
Some of the things I'm excited about:
1. It records in 24-bit resolution, as opposed to 16-bit resolution, so shit will sound just generally better and clearer.
2. On-board rhythm generator, on-board effects, and on-board phantom power for the mics, which means I won't need the computer, keyboard, or pre-amps when I want to record. Just the 8-track and a microphone. Between the POD and the 8-track, I'll have a nice little studio in 2 highly portable boxes. However, if I want to record something that's more involved, I can totally use The Boss in conjunction with my computer.
3. It'll be much easier working in real-time with knobs and faders than it has been working on my stupid, slow, crash-prone, mysterious-issue-having computer.
Looking forward to the arrival of this thing. Should be interesting to work with.
Also in the news:
Went to see Cyrano the other night with the Jeanners. I thought it was a bit too long but pretty damn good. Not really a weak link in the major players. Also, got to hang with PKP, T, and young FKP, which was definitely the highlight of the evening. PKP's been working tons, so it was nice that he was able to get an evening free and that we got to see him on it. Hopefully if my work schedule works out right, we'll be able to hang again next weekend.
Also: The other day I had two bananas in my lunch, and they were so big I felt a little embarrassed when I ate them.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Beware India
Again, not too much going on. I just had a little burst of energy and did a dance routine for Jeannie in the kitchen. She's on the phone, but she would give me little nonverbal signals to cheer me on. A thumbs up, a nod of the head, little suggestions about possible moves.
Jeannie went to a public-speaking group meeting tonight, so I had the evening to myself. I decided to waste it by playing Civilization III. I was doing OK, but I knew that if India decided to attack me they would wipe me off the map. They played nice for awhile and then perpetrated a vicious sneak attack. I then quit the game.
Pretty quiet week for houses. Nothing new caught our eye. Yawn.
The J-Dog and I have decided to take a trip to St. Louis in a few weeks, because she was able to get the time off, and I was able to get the time off, and we didn't know if there would be any other time this summer when we could do it. So from July 1st to the 6th, look the fuck out, St. Louis!
I think that when we go to St. Louis, I'm going to eat nothing but Imo's Pizza. Except on the 4th of July, when I'm going to eat 400 lbs. of pork steak and drink home-made beer until I go into diabetic shock. While wearing cutoffs and a half shirt. Fuckin' A! Imo's is awesome.
I'm off tomorrow. I'm gonna do laundry, dishes, cleaning, maybe start running again, probably do a lot of sweating.
Jeannie went to a public-speaking group meeting tonight, so I had the evening to myself. I decided to waste it by playing Civilization III. I was doing OK, but I knew that if India decided to attack me they would wipe me off the map. They played nice for awhile and then perpetrated a vicious sneak attack. I then quit the game.
Pretty quiet week for houses. Nothing new caught our eye. Yawn.
The J-Dog and I have decided to take a trip to St. Louis in a few weeks, because she was able to get the time off, and I was able to get the time off, and we didn't know if there would be any other time this summer when we could do it. So from July 1st to the 6th, look the fuck out, St. Louis!
I think that when we go to St. Louis, I'm going to eat nothing but Imo's Pizza. Except on the 4th of July, when I'm going to eat 400 lbs. of pork steak and drink home-made beer until I go into diabetic shock. While wearing cutoffs and a half shirt. Fuckin' A! Imo's is awesome.
I'm off tomorrow. I'm gonna do laundry, dishes, cleaning, maybe start running again, probably do a lot of sweating.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Early Summer
Not too much going on, other than that the spacebar doesn't seem to want to work right.
Work has been entirely uneventful. It's been so uneventful it's starting to get spooky. I think that I could literally do my job in my sleep.
I've been enjoying getting home in the evening, watching the storms blow through, listening to lots of music, reading a lot, taking a walk with the Jeanners after dinner, enjoying a G&T, then hitting the hay. Strumming the guitar a lot. Thinking of trying to put three songs together to maybe play at an open mic night. Haven't decided yet.
I finished my Willie Nelson book. I'm glad to be done with it. It was just too much information about Willie Nelson. Then I finished Johnny Cash's autobiography, which I liked a lot better (and was a lot shorter) and which Jeannie is reading now and also (so far) enjoying. Now I'm reading Bob Dylan's Chronicles, which is, so far, pretty awesome. Really well written. Surprise, surprise.
When we move I think the thing I will miss the most is the way our stereo sounds in our living room. It sounds pretty perfect. I love sitting on the couch, looking out the windows and listening to music.
Our neighbors in the apartment below us have moved out, and the new people won't be moving in until September (after we've already moved, most likely), and it's pretty nice not having anybody living below us. They were nice and all, but I don't miss them.
Work has been entirely uneventful. It's been so uneventful it's starting to get spooky. I think that I could literally do my job in my sleep.
I've been enjoying getting home in the evening, watching the storms blow through, listening to lots of music, reading a lot, taking a walk with the Jeanners after dinner, enjoying a G&T, then hitting the hay. Strumming the guitar a lot. Thinking of trying to put three songs together to maybe play at an open mic night. Haven't decided yet.
I finished my Willie Nelson book. I'm glad to be done with it. It was just too much information about Willie Nelson. Then I finished Johnny Cash's autobiography, which I liked a lot better (and was a lot shorter) and which Jeannie is reading now and also (so far) enjoying. Now I'm reading Bob Dylan's Chronicles, which is, so far, pretty awesome. Really well written. Surprise, surprise.
When we move I think the thing I will miss the most is the way our stereo sounds in our living room. It sounds pretty perfect. I love sitting on the couch, looking out the windows and listening to music.
Our neighbors in the apartment below us have moved out, and the new people won't be moving in until September (after we've already moved, most likely), and it's pretty nice not having anybody living below us. They were nice and all, but I don't miss them.
Monday, June 08, 2009
Pig N' Stink
Last Friday we looked at 4 more houses. They only seemed to make us regret losing the other house even more. (sigh) Keep lookin'.
Friday night we went to one of Jeannie's Americorps recruit's house for a shabbat dinner, which I had never been to before and which was pretty interesting. I think that having to learn the Jewish blessing for bread and wine in high school when I was in Godspell, as well as a working knowledge of Fiddler on the Roof prepared me well for shabbat. I like the idea of a mandatory family meal once a week, but I don't think I would do well with all the rules.
Yesterday the J-Dog and I both had the day off, and it was a beautiful day, so we headed down to Virginia to visit Thomas Jefferson's home, Monticello. I had been there with my parents when I was a little kid, but I had been wanting to visit again after reading John Adams last year. It was a good day. A nice drive there, a walk around the gardens, a tour of the house, lunch, a nice little walk to the family cemetary, and then home. He's a pretty inspiring dude, but also seems like he'd be a little too anal for me, what with the meticulous record-keeping and notes and turd counting. Plus the whole slave-owning hypocrisy is a bit of a turn-off.
For awhile now, there have been a few made up Facebook status updates floating in my head that I've really wanted to use, but they're a bit inappropriate for completely public dissemination, so I shall use them here:
1. DOB fu**** a horse!
2. DOB pooped it out!
Also, here's a snippet from a weird transaction I had with a customer the other day:
Dan (behind register): That'll be $20.07.
Customer (getting money out of wallet): Ok.
Have you ever had a colonoscopy?
Dan: No.
Customer: Boy, are you in for a surprise!
I've taken care of lots of chores today (two days off in a row! First time that's happened in awhile), and I've got numerous vegetables chopped up on our kitchen counter, waiting to stir-fry them when the J-Dog gets home for dinner. Yum!
Contemplating experimenting with an old-time air conditioner (blocks of ice sitting in front of a fan) this summer at night instead of a window unit. I wonder how much ice would melt over the course of a night?
Friday night we went to one of Jeannie's Americorps recruit's house for a shabbat dinner, which I had never been to before and which was pretty interesting. I think that having to learn the Jewish blessing for bread and wine in high school when I was in Godspell, as well as a working knowledge of Fiddler on the Roof prepared me well for shabbat. I like the idea of a mandatory family meal once a week, but I don't think I would do well with all the rules.
Yesterday the J-Dog and I both had the day off, and it was a beautiful day, so we headed down to Virginia to visit Thomas Jefferson's home, Monticello. I had been there with my parents when I was a little kid, but I had been wanting to visit again after reading John Adams last year. It was a good day. A nice drive there, a walk around the gardens, a tour of the house, lunch, a nice little walk to the family cemetary, and then home. He's a pretty inspiring dude, but also seems like he'd be a little too anal for me, what with the meticulous record-keeping and notes and turd counting. Plus the whole slave-owning hypocrisy is a bit of a turn-off.
For awhile now, there have been a few made up Facebook status updates floating in my head that I've really wanted to use, but they're a bit inappropriate for completely public dissemination, so I shall use them here:
1. DOB fu**** a horse!
2. DOB pooped it out!
Also, here's a snippet from a weird transaction I had with a customer the other day:
Dan (behind register): That'll be $20.07.
Customer (getting money out of wallet): Ok.
Have you ever had a colonoscopy?
Dan: No.
Customer: Boy, are you in for a surprise!
I've taken care of lots of chores today (two days off in a row! First time that's happened in awhile), and I've got numerous vegetables chopped up on our kitchen counter, waiting to stir-fry them when the J-Dog gets home for dinner. Yum!
Contemplating experimenting with an old-time air conditioner (blocks of ice sitting in front of a fan) this summer at night instead of a window unit. I wonder how much ice would melt over the course of a night?
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Monday, June 01, 2009
A Kick to the Nuts
All week long I've been thinking that we were still going to end up with the house that we lost last week, because the house had still been showing up on all the listing web sites and stuff, and I figured that the listing agent told us that they had accepted another offer just to try and eventually drive up our bid. Well, last night, it finally went off the listing sites and showed up as under contract. So, barring any out-of-the-ordinary acts of god, we really have lost the place. It sucks. I'm pretty bummed. I totally thought this was the place for us, and it had been nice living in denial for a week, thinking we were still going to get it. Bummed, bummed, bummed.
Last night Jeannie and I went on a date, and it was pretty fucking awesome. We went down to Fells Point for dinner, walked a little bit and headed to Duclaw for some outdoor dining by the water. It was perfect outside weather-wise, and the food was good and the conversation was good and it was an all around perfect evening. After dinner we walked around down by the harbor and the water smelled like super diarrhea. Seriously. Imagine a toilet full of poop and how that smells, and then make the toilet and poop about as big as chesapeake bay, and that's what it smelled like. But even with the poop stench, a perfect evening.
Been listening to a lot of Bob Dylan lately. I'm just gonna go ahead and add him to my shortlist of musical geniuses. So far on the list is: Bill Evans and Jimi Hendrix. And now Bob Dylan. They all changed the game. I'm especially liking the 1966 concert from england. Anyhoo, all the listening is getting me super pumped for the Willie and Bob (and Cougar) show that I will be attending in July. I'm gonna try to get super close.
Also, hope to be done with my Willie biography soon. Next on the reading list: finish Johnny Cash's autobiography, then read A Brief History of Time, then Bob Dylan's Chronicles.
Bummed.
Bummed.
Last night Jeannie and I went on a date, and it was pretty fucking awesome. We went down to Fells Point for dinner, walked a little bit and headed to Duclaw for some outdoor dining by the water. It was perfect outside weather-wise, and the food was good and the conversation was good and it was an all around perfect evening. After dinner we walked around down by the harbor and the water smelled like super diarrhea. Seriously. Imagine a toilet full of poop and how that smells, and then make the toilet and poop about as big as chesapeake bay, and that's what it smelled like. But even with the poop stench, a perfect evening.
Been listening to a lot of Bob Dylan lately. I'm just gonna go ahead and add him to my shortlist of musical geniuses. So far on the list is: Bill Evans and Jimi Hendrix. And now Bob Dylan. They all changed the game. I'm especially liking the 1966 concert from england. Anyhoo, all the listening is getting me super pumped for the Willie and Bob (and Cougar) show that I will be attending in July. I'm gonna try to get super close.
Also, hope to be done with my Willie biography soon. Next on the reading list: finish Johnny Cash's autobiography, then read A Brief History of Time, then Bob Dylan's Chronicles.
Bummed.
Bummed.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
The Wait is Over
We didn't get it. Poop.
Also, I've decided that I'm gonna learn how to play pedal steel guitar.
Also, I've decided that I'm gonna learn how to play pedal steel guitar.
The Waiting Game
So Jeannie and I made an offer on a house Friday night. And then on Sunday morning our agent, Lorrie, got an e-mail from the selling agent, who said that they'd received 3 contracts over the weekend and that we should make our best offer. The J-Dog and I talked it over and decided we were happy with our offer, so we left it the same and sent it back. And now we've been waiting to hear what happens.
The waiting is kinda sucky, although I think we've made the right choices through the whole process. I'm glad we made an offer, and I'm glad we didn't raise that offer, and I think we'll both be sad if we don't get it, but we're OK if that happens, too. Bleagh. The home-buying process is a little bit broken, I think. It seems kinda backwards. Oh well.
The last couple of days we've been helping out with the building of the set for CSC's summer shows. It's been a nice way to keep the ol' noggin' occupied during the house business. And it's been good to be outside and working on stuff, and at the same time not be in charge of building the stuff.
The other day, I think I figured out that my dreams (the nighttime kind) have, my whole life, been showing me (generally) the things I desire. When I was a kid, I dreamed a lot about flying and having magical powers and shit. When I was in my 20's, I would always dream about meeting and playing with famous rockstars. These days, it seems like my dreams are all about my friends, the most recent of which was a dream about Sean paddling a canoe against some swift rapids, and eventually falling backwards out of the boat. Cole and I were watching from the bank, and she went in to drag Spiff out of the water.
I'm not sure what my recurring shoplifter dreams are about. I guess anxiety or just the desire to do a good job at work or something.
I guess that's all I've got for now. I'm gonna go buy a red pepper and make a stir fry for dinner.
The waiting is kinda sucky, although I think we've made the right choices through the whole process. I'm glad we made an offer, and I'm glad we didn't raise that offer, and I think we'll both be sad if we don't get it, but we're OK if that happens, too. Bleagh. The home-buying process is a little bit broken, I think. It seems kinda backwards. Oh well.
The last couple of days we've been helping out with the building of the set for CSC's summer shows. It's been a nice way to keep the ol' noggin' occupied during the house business. And it's been good to be outside and working on stuff, and at the same time not be in charge of building the stuff.
The other day, I think I figured out that my dreams (the nighttime kind) have, my whole life, been showing me (generally) the things I desire. When I was a kid, I dreamed a lot about flying and having magical powers and shit. When I was in my 20's, I would always dream about meeting and playing with famous rockstars. These days, it seems like my dreams are all about my friends, the most recent of which was a dream about Sean paddling a canoe against some swift rapids, and eventually falling backwards out of the boat. Cole and I were watching from the bank, and she went in to drag Spiff out of the water.
I'm not sure what my recurring shoplifter dreams are about. I guess anxiety or just the desire to do a good job at work or something.
I guess that's all I've got for now. I'm gonna go buy a red pepper and make a stir fry for dinner.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Size Might Matter
Holy cow, it's been over a week since I last wrote. If my own blog was listed in the handy-dandy chronological blog-list over there to the right, it would be down near the bottom. A very shameful place to be. Apologies.
If it has been a week since I last wrote, it's because my brain has obsessed with a series of houses that the J-Dog and I have looked at. The first one was big, somewhat rundown, on a huge partially wooded lot, and was somewhat affordable. I got pretty excited about it. The J-Dog less so. So the other night we had a big 3.5 hour discussion about it where we worked out how our finances would work, and rehab loans, and made lots of lists of work that would need to be done, and talked about the floor plan, and ended up deciding that it wasn't the right place. It was big, though. After our marathon 3.5 hour discussion, we both felt a little wiped out, so we went for a quick walk and then came home and I made us some accidentally super-strong G&T's (we had less tonic than I thought we did), and Jeanners got a little drunk. It was cute, although Drunky-Drunk didn't sleep very well.
I would be sad, but luckily the same day that we decided that the big place wasn't the right place, another house went on the market that looked pretty promising. It's super cheap (why?) and good sized and looks to be in a workable state of disrepair. And I went and drove by it last night and got out and walked around the outside, and now I'm convinced that this is the place for us. Unfortunately, we don't get to see the inside until tomorrow morning, so for the last day and a half, I've been a bit annoyingly excited about the place, which makes the J-Dog automatically (and understandably) take a more cautious look at the whole thing. My problem is I get too excited. I told Jeannie that if this house goes off the market before we get a chance to see the inside, I will go into a months-long depression and stop eating and let my fingernails grow super long and all that shit. But seriously, I think it could be perfect. And it's cheap.
What else?
I'm about halfway done with my mammoth Willie Nelson biography. It's OK. I'm still on a Willie kick, but now I'm also doing some listening to early Sun Records stuff. Elvis, Johnny Cash, Roy Orbison. This Sun Records interest was sparked by starting to read Johnny Cash's autobiography, CASH, at work. It's really good. And much shorter than the Willie book.
Work has been un-remarkable.
If it has been a week since I last wrote, it's because my brain has obsessed with a series of houses that the J-Dog and I have looked at. The first one was big, somewhat rundown, on a huge partially wooded lot, and was somewhat affordable. I got pretty excited about it. The J-Dog less so. So the other night we had a big 3.5 hour discussion about it where we worked out how our finances would work, and rehab loans, and made lots of lists of work that would need to be done, and talked about the floor plan, and ended up deciding that it wasn't the right place. It was big, though. After our marathon 3.5 hour discussion, we both felt a little wiped out, so we went for a quick walk and then came home and I made us some accidentally super-strong G&T's (we had less tonic than I thought we did), and Jeanners got a little drunk. It was cute, although Drunky-Drunk didn't sleep very well.
I would be sad, but luckily the same day that we decided that the big place wasn't the right place, another house went on the market that looked pretty promising. It's super cheap (why?) and good sized and looks to be in a workable state of disrepair. And I went and drove by it last night and got out and walked around the outside, and now I'm convinced that this is the place for us. Unfortunately, we don't get to see the inside until tomorrow morning, so for the last day and a half, I've been a bit annoyingly excited about the place, which makes the J-Dog automatically (and understandably) take a more cautious look at the whole thing. My problem is I get too excited. I told Jeannie that if this house goes off the market before we get a chance to see the inside, I will go into a months-long depression and stop eating and let my fingernails grow super long and all that shit. But seriously, I think it could be perfect. And it's cheap.
What else?
I'm about halfway done with my mammoth Willie Nelson biography. It's OK. I'm still on a Willie kick, but now I'm also doing some listening to early Sun Records stuff. Elvis, Johnny Cash, Roy Orbison. This Sun Records interest was sparked by starting to read Johnny Cash's autobiography, CASH, at work. It's really good. And much shorter than the Willie book.
Work has been un-remarkable.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Courier New! The Musical
Well, we went and saw the guys from Spinal Tap the other night. It was, at the same time, both entertaining and slightly depressing. Entertaining because they're funny, and they played most of the songs I wanted to hear (they didn't play 'Stool Boom,' but they did play 'This Bulging River'), and they did an audience Q&A (which I always think is ballsy); depressing because the whole thing had a bit of an 'old guys attempting to rock out with acoustic guitars' vibe. Nonetheless, enjoyable.
Last night I went over to Patrick's (formerly from work) place to watch the season finale of LOST. For the last few episodes, the show has been teetering on the brink of spinning hopelessly out of control, but with the finale they really pulled it back and took it in a whole new direction. Very good finale, and I'm glad I got to watch it with other LOST dorks in a social setting. And I had lots of Guinness, which always helps. In a strange coincidence, I saw Derrick last night on my way to Patrick's (Derrick is my old boss), and FCW was at Patrick's for the show (FCW is my old, old boss), so I saw my two former bosses on the same night in two different places.
We just got Helvetica from Netflix, on Schlueter's recommendation. If you're like me, you probably think a movie about a font sounds like a very very bad idea. This had better be good, Schlueter.
Last night I went over to Patrick's (formerly from work) place to watch the season finale of LOST. For the last few episodes, the show has been teetering on the brink of spinning hopelessly out of control, but with the finale they really pulled it back and took it in a whole new direction. Very good finale, and I'm glad I got to watch it with other LOST dorks in a social setting. And I had lots of Guinness, which always helps. In a strange coincidence, I saw Derrick last night on my way to Patrick's (Derrick is my old boss), and FCW was at Patrick's for the show (FCW is my old, old boss), so I saw my two former bosses on the same night in two different places.
We just got Helvetica from Netflix, on Schlueter's recommendation. If you're like me, you probably think a movie about a font sounds like a very very bad idea. This had better be good, Schlueter.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Cosmic Connections
There are 2 dates during the year that seem to have cosmic importance to me, dates where a lot of different things have happened that for some reason stick in my brain. One of those dates is Nov. 5th (Marty McFly, Spiff, J. Steinmetz, etc), and the other is May 10th. Today is:
1. Bono's birthday (I believe he is 75 this year).
2. My brother-in-law Tom's birthday. I will not disclose his age out of respect for the victim.
3. The 4th birthday of this here blog. Happy birthday, time-waster extraordinaire!
We're trying out a different kind of salsa. I don't like it.
Last night we watched Amadeus, a movie that both I and the J-Dog remember enjoying back in the day, but last night it seriously blew. First of all, it's fucking l o n g. Long like a big ugly dick. And it basically has one premise that it takes 3 hours to show to you over and over again: Salieri is jealous because Mozart is a genius and he (Salieri) isn't. I don't know. Like I said, I used to like it, so maybe it really isn't that bad, but I guess my taste in movies has changed a bit over the last 15 years or so.
There's a part of me that wants to see the new Star Trek movie, and another part of me that wants to drown myself just so that part dies.
Boy, it's a gorgeous day outside!
Happy Mother's Day to all the mutha's out there!
1. Bono's birthday (I believe he is 75 this year).
2. My brother-in-law Tom's birthday. I will not disclose his age out of respect for the victim.
3. The 4th birthday of this here blog. Happy birthday, time-waster extraordinaire!
We're trying out a different kind of salsa. I don't like it.
Last night we watched Amadeus, a movie that both I and the J-Dog remember enjoying back in the day, but last night it seriously blew. First of all, it's fucking l o n g. Long like a big ugly dick. And it basically has one premise that it takes 3 hours to show to you over and over again: Salieri is jealous because Mozart is a genius and he (Salieri) isn't. I don't know. Like I said, I used to like it, so maybe it really isn't that bad, but I guess my taste in movies has changed a bit over the last 15 years or so.
There's a part of me that wants to see the new Star Trek movie, and another part of me that wants to drown myself just so that part dies.
Boy, it's a gorgeous day outside!
Happy Mother's Day to all the mutha's out there!
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
The, uh, death.
Not much going on. At all. Which is kinda nice a little bit. I had the day off work today, and I got many things accomplished, including a stack of dishes, an oil change, a trip to the gym, and a trip to Target where I bought a new package of white T-shirts and a new package of underwear. I should be set for clothes now until 2019.
The other day in the shower I was trying to think of my most embarrassing moments. Not sure why. I could think of two. Neither of them will make any sense without me describing the situations in which they occurred, but I don't feel like taking the time to set up those situations. The first was when I was talking to Aimee's mom on the phone and I said, "Sorry about the, uh, death." Perhaps the stupidest thing I have ever said to anyone. The second was when I attempted to make a funny joke by saying "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow," in a very slow and very monotone way. It fell flatter than any attempt at humor that I have ever witnessed, and I immediately felt a burning shame that made me want to throw up, take a shit, and set myself on fire. Perhaps coincidentally, both PKP and BJ were present at both of these occasions.
The J-Dog is currently a member of a jury.
Oh, I also made some brownies today.
Also, when I weighed myself at the gym today before I worked out I weighed 169.5 lbs. That would be awesome, but I think it might have been a fluke because when I weighed myself after the workout I weighed 173 lbs. Oh, but my workout did consist of eating 3.5 lbs of Toblerone.
Been reading The Buddhist Bible, a book I picked up from the used bookstore in Eugene, and it's pretty good, if you like reading scriptury-type things. Also still reading my Willie Nelson biography, which is making me think a lot about Sean. It's all about playing live music and what a central thing it was in the lives of all these young Texas and Nashville musicians in the 50's and 60's. Makes me wonder what it would be like if I was in a band.
Also, the musician Doug Sahm's name has been popping up in many places over the last few days. I don't think I have ever heard any of his music, but perhaps I shall investigate.
The other day in the shower I was trying to think of my most embarrassing moments. Not sure why. I could think of two. Neither of them will make any sense without me describing the situations in which they occurred, but I don't feel like taking the time to set up those situations. The first was when I was talking to Aimee's mom on the phone and I said, "Sorry about the, uh, death." Perhaps the stupidest thing I have ever said to anyone. The second was when I attempted to make a funny joke by saying "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow," in a very slow and very monotone way. It fell flatter than any attempt at humor that I have ever witnessed, and I immediately felt a burning shame that made me want to throw up, take a shit, and set myself on fire. Perhaps coincidentally, both PKP and BJ were present at both of these occasions.
The J-Dog is currently a member of a jury.
Oh, I also made some brownies today.
Also, when I weighed myself at the gym today before I worked out I weighed 169.5 lbs. That would be awesome, but I think it might have been a fluke because when I weighed myself after the workout I weighed 173 lbs. Oh, but my workout did consist of eating 3.5 lbs of Toblerone.
Been reading The Buddhist Bible, a book I picked up from the used bookstore in Eugene, and it's pretty good, if you like reading scriptury-type things. Also still reading my Willie Nelson biography, which is making me think a lot about Sean. It's all about playing live music and what a central thing it was in the lives of all these young Texas and Nashville musicians in the 50's and 60's. Makes me wonder what it would be like if I was in a band.
Also, the musician Doug Sahm's name has been popping up in many places over the last few days. I don't think I have ever heard any of his music, but perhaps I shall investigate.
Monday, May 04, 2009
Bowling Execution
Been a busy weekend. Looked at houses yesterday and went then went to work. We looked at a house that if I were a single man I would totally buy (although if I was a single man I wouldn't be able to afford it, but that's neither here nor there), but Jeannie doesn't want to buy it. It's OK, I forgive her. I understand that it's not the right house for us. But it's big and old and cheap, and it has this attic on the third floor that you get to by going up this old staircase, and the attic is dark and eave-y and would be a perfect recording studio. It looks like this:
Today we went down to the DC area to help PKP and T move into their new place (which is new and beautiful and lovely), and we met lil' baby Finn (who is also new and beautiful and lovely, as well as chill, sleepy, and content), and it was nice to get to hang out and help out, although it rained pretty much the whole day. Then after we got home I took an hour nap and then went into work for an inventory, which was fine. At Pat and Teresa's I ate some pizza, and then at the inventory I ate some pizza. And I have pooped today about 20 lbs. worth of poop. But unfortunately I ate about 25 lbs. worth of pizza, which means my net weight gain is about 5 pizza-lbs. And now I'm staying up too late after the inventory. I will regret this tomorrow when I have to go to work in the afternoon.
I was straightening up the books in the Sports section tonight, and I saw a book called "Bowling Execution." Two words I never expected to see in the same sentence, and for a second or two I had no fucking clue what the book was supposed to be about.
Today we went down to the DC area to help PKP and T move into their new place (which is new and beautiful and lovely), and we met lil' baby Finn (who is also new and beautiful and lovely, as well as chill, sleepy, and content), and it was nice to get to hang out and help out, although it rained pretty much the whole day. Then after we got home I took an hour nap and then went into work for an inventory, which was fine. At Pat and Teresa's I ate some pizza, and then at the inventory I ate some pizza. And I have pooped today about 20 lbs. worth of poop. But unfortunately I ate about 25 lbs. worth of pizza, which means my net weight gain is about 5 pizza-lbs. And now I'm staying up too late after the inventory. I will regret this tomorrow when I have to go to work in the afternoon.
I was straightening up the books in the Sports section tonight, and I saw a book called "Bowling Execution." Two words I never expected to see in the same sentence, and for a second or two I had no fucking clue what the book was supposed to be about.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Additional Casting
Been trying to cast a few additional roles that I've been having trouble with, but I think I've nailed them down.
Karista..........Jill Hennessy
K-Torr...........Brendan Fraser
Alright. I think that's my cast list. I think reading Tom Cavanaugh for Uncle Rico is a good idea, and I did think that Antwan Lewis was surprisingly BJ-ish (but I'm afraid Kenny Hotz has a lock on the role), but I'm just not feeling Jason Lee for me.
Been reading a lot lately. Re-read Crime and Punishment. What a great damn book. Finished White Teeth, which I enjoyed but not as much at the end. Tonight at work I started reading a biography of Willie Nelson that's pretty damned good, so I bought it. It's pretty big so hopefully it'll keep me occupied for awhile. A good music biography is usually pretty inspiring for me.
A semi- day off tomorrow. Lots of errands to run.
Karista..........Jill Hennessy
K-Torr...........Brendan Fraser
Alright. I think that's my cast list. I think reading Tom Cavanaugh for Uncle Rico is a good idea, and I did think that Antwan Lewis was surprisingly BJ-ish (but I'm afraid Kenny Hotz has a lock on the role), but I'm just not feeling Jason Lee for me.
Been reading a lot lately. Re-read Crime and Punishment. What a great damn book. Finished White Teeth, which I enjoyed but not as much at the end. Tonight at work I started reading a biography of Willie Nelson that's pretty damned good, so I bought it. It's pretty big so hopefully it'll keep me occupied for awhile. A good music biography is usually pretty inspiring for me.
A semi- day off tomorrow. Lots of errands to run.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
The Cast List
Here is the cast list for the movie of my life. Many factors were taken into account when casting, including looks, personality, and the feeling that I get in my tummy from either the actor or character. J-Dog also helped with some of the tougher roles to cast. If you would like to lobby for a particular actor to play either you or someone else, please feel free to do so. No contracts have been signed yet.
DOB......................Peter Krause (with buzzed head)
J-Dog....................Maura Tierney
Eric E....................Jon Stewart
Drew.....................Ben Stiller
BJ.........................Kenny Hotz
Schlueter...............Kate Winslet
PKP.......................Ewan McGregor
Spiff......................Jack Nicholson (w/ prosthetic beard)
T...........................Natalie Dormer
MAW.....................Susan Ursitti
Brian G..................Pat Harrington Jr.
Stinky Steinmetz....Josh Saviano
A-Train..................Kristin Davis
Bosco.....................Michael Angarano
Kneser...................Judah Friedlander
Bewley...................Robin Weigert
Uncle Rico Riley.......Eric Stoltz
DOB......................Peter Krause (with buzzed head)
J-Dog....................Maura Tierney
Eric E....................Jon Stewart
Drew.....................Ben Stiller
BJ.........................Kenny Hotz
Schlueter...............Kate Winslet
PKP.......................Ewan McGregor
Spiff......................Jack Nicholson (w/ prosthetic beard)
T...........................Natalie Dormer
MAW.....................Susan Ursitti
Brian G..................Pat Harrington Jr.
Stinky Steinmetz....Josh Saviano
A-Train..................Kristin Davis
Bosco.....................Michael Angarano
Kneser...................Judah Friedlander
Bewley...................Robin Weigert
Uncle Rico Riley.......Eric Stoltz
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
It's all hapnin at libary.
Tonight the J-Dog and I are going to walk down to the City Library, a place that I enjoy. One time I was there and there was a notebook next to a computer, and I picked up the notebook and started looking through it, and a woman came over and grabbed the notebook and said mean things under her breath about me being nosy.
I was thinking of driving to the beach tomorrow on my day off, but the weather.com prediction is for rain. Poopy dick.
I am on a serious Willie Nelson bender.
Last night I went to the space that CSC is using for rehearsals these days, and I was meeting with some of the folks that are going to be in this summer's production of Twelfth Night, because the production is going to re-use the songs that I worked on when we first did Twelfth Night back in '02. And on the way home I decided to call BJ, and he actually answered his phone. There are several minor miracles in play here: the first is that I actually called someone, because I hate talking on the fucking phone. Let's boldface that: I hate talking on the fucking phone. And the second is that BJ answered his phone. Because the Beej screens his calls like a screenin' mofo. So he musta been pretty bored. But it was good to chat and catch up and hear how things are going, and good to hear that he's gonna try and make a visit out here sometime during the summer.
This week at work:
A) I was seriously trying to figure out ways that I could get liquored up to liven things up a little bit. It's been so damned boring there. Today I had 2 customers in 3 hours.
B) while casually glancing at the cover for the movie Marley and Me, I realized that dogs can be cute sometimes.
C) have been trying to figure out what celebrities would portray people in my life when they decide to make the movie of my life. Some roles are very easy to cast, others more difficult. On a side note, I don't think that a movie of my life would do very well.
I was thinking of driving to the beach tomorrow on my day off, but the weather.com prediction is for rain. Poopy dick.
I am on a serious Willie Nelson bender.
Last night I went to the space that CSC is using for rehearsals these days, and I was meeting with some of the folks that are going to be in this summer's production of Twelfth Night, because the production is going to re-use the songs that I worked on when we first did Twelfth Night back in '02. And on the way home I decided to call BJ, and he actually answered his phone. There are several minor miracles in play here: the first is that I actually called someone, because I hate talking on the fucking phone. Let's boldface that: I hate talking on the fucking phone. And the second is that BJ answered his phone. Because the Beej screens his calls like a screenin' mofo. So he musta been pretty bored. But it was good to chat and catch up and hear how things are going, and good to hear that he's gonna try and make a visit out here sometime during the summer.
This week at work:
A) I was seriously trying to figure out ways that I could get liquored up to liven things up a little bit. It's been so damned boring there. Today I had 2 customers in 3 hours.
B) while casually glancing at the cover for the movie Marley and Me, I realized that dogs can be cute sometimes.
C) have been trying to figure out what celebrities would portray people in my life when they decide to make the movie of my life. Some roles are very easy to cast, others more difficult. On a side note, I don't think that a movie of my life would do very well.
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