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|Sunday, October 18th, 2009|
I'm still alive...
Just laying low.
Work mostly. Lately it has turned into a full time job, meaning seven days a week.
It goes quite well though. They money is good, and the work isn't boring, that's for sure.
Aside from work...there hasn't been much else. Occasionally I'll be visited by friends from out of town which is nice. There's a social group here that I chill out with and get into little adventures with.
But that's about it.
Aside, there's been a lot of time to ponder about what it is I wish to accomplish, and with whom I want to accomplish it with. A shift in priorities, interests and passions it seems. Only natural, I tell myself.
One such priority that has shifted away from is online contact and communication. Hardly on messengers anymore. Occasionally on SL. A general retrograde from the furry fandom seems to be occurring, somewhat related to less time being spent online.
I am unsure of how to qualify it, or attribute reason. Lack of constant contact with FA, YS, SL, FChan, YC, etc. etc. (wherever it's cool to troll online these days) has left me detached, and uninspired to locate the hottest commission work. A distinct lack of furryish locals (in a large group) to hang out with might also have something to do with it (though it's kept my diet waterbug free).
Even perhaps a touch of jealousy, "I have to manage budgets, people, and teach. I wish I had the time to make snarky comments about waffles all day". (Edit: I generally despise regularly repeated remarks about breakfast pastries and most anything labeled as doom that has not in fact judged or condemned anything) which causes me to distance myself.
There is also general confusion between what sacrifices to make. Do I focus on developing a career, foregoing socializing, so I can have a job doing something I enjoy so maybe, possibly, I can afford to do the things I like to do? Or should one adhere to "You're only young once...Have fun" philosophy? (there is also the "Fuck the man" philosophy too, but...Well I am working for "The man" right now.) to clarify, the choice between maintaining a young career, and devoting all of my time to various furry activities is quite easy: I take more pride in my work than I do the gigs of furry art I have stored away.
Too much for an LJ. Hrmm. To recap for those who skim: Basics in a buck(peryton thing)'s life:
New job (damned busy)
New Apartment (sweet apartment)
New (to me) Truck
Getting cold here
Snow on the 12th of October! D:
Inglourious Basterds is entertaining
Excited about David Sedaris and Ludo in a single week
|Thursday, July 16th, 2009|
It's a bitch.
But a bitch that turns a good trick :D!
|Sunday, May 10th, 2009|
Wow, over two months. Been a bit.
School: Finals week this week. Then I graduate. Undergrad nearly complete.
Job: Have one lined up for the fall, in the State of Wisconsin. Discussion with influential parties should occur regarding this.
Weather: Warm and slightly cloudy. Spring! Leaves on trees!
Misc.: I pose a question. Do I cut my hair, or no?
I mean really cut it. Yea, yea, it's taken me just over two years to grow it out, and some peeps say they like it, but it isn't' all that conducive to my activities, especially work (working around rapidly moving machinery is kind of scary with long hair) and I don't take very good care of it. thinking of something long enough to style and be all cool sexy, but not past the shoulders long anymore. Thoughts?
|Friday, January 16th, 2009|
|-23 right now
First post in over a month, and I talk about the weather.
It's cold enough that diesel fuel gels up.
It's cold enough that propane won't evaporate in a torch.
Well, I'll have to call and see if anyone has a car that runs, and that I can borrow to run some errands o.o
|Thursday, December 4th, 2008|
A Novel by Donald Harstad.
The number of days it took me to retrieve my car from the MFF Hotel.
Like a Nixie Letter, however, it was not a straight shot, nor did it make the journey under it's own power, and for a moment, I thought "undeliverable". The key that was supposed to be cut the same night? Never Delivered. The Hotel's Accommodation of leaving the vehicle in the parking lot? Towed without an effort to contact me. AAA? Just about more trouble than they're worth. MBZ of Waukesha? Unwilling to service a 1983 vehicle (though of course, not officially). Tow Truck Drivers from Wheeling? Polish.
For now, though, I will try to forget about it, and get other things done. Things that have been on hold since. Current Mood: annoyed
|Monday, November 24th, 2008|
|What a way to end a con
So, like MFF was pretty damned good.
Until I lost the keys to my car.
Ooooh but it gets better than that....No one has a key blank to make one at a locksmith, at least not instantly...Oooh yea, and the best part? A friend actually turned the key into the hotel staff the night that it went missing (He overheard me talking about it, and proceeded to describe the key perfectly, and where he took it to) but the Hotel can't find it. Not even Mr. Head security I'm-Going-To-Write-Notes-Down-Inna-Black-N
otebook guy, who proceeded to say, when I wasked if there were a central location for lost items:
"Not really, no"
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" on the inside.
"Alright, well, thanks." On the outside.
My mistake for not putting the key on my key ring like I do 99 times out of 100, though after lack of sleep, and soooo much stimulation with large numbers of people and things, it's no wonder I forgot about it.
Good thing about it?
Finding out how many friends I have. Thank you to all who offered (and did) help. It was very very touching, and I appreciate all that you did to help me out, and get me home/carsitting. Imma so in the owe now, heh.
But, not much I can do now, so I suppose it is time to sleep. Current Mood: blah
|Wednesday, November 19th, 2008|
Infrequent posts. I remember when I had time to post every evening, including such light hearted things as "conan reports" and "Akie-libs". Further reminders of how much of a dumbass I am.
Really, I can sit and behave, focused and professional. Swaying in a conversation and in the right circumstances memorable and unique.
But most of the time, the times when I am surrounded by people who just confound me. Students who make no attempt to move forward in their lives. Professors who are done sharing their knowledge and positive influence on students. And the classes...Oooohg the classes.
A week ago, I got the green light to graduate. Yessir, it seems that I might just pull it off. Now senioritis has hit bad, now with more providence!
It had been a slow burn for some time. The same bullshit day after day. Professors requiring assignments such as "Include proper scale. Remove that piece of equipment from the theatre floor plan." But then receiving in shop, from the same professor, a floorplan that is not to scale, and includes the very same piece of equipment that is no longer there. Double standards suck fetid uni-anus. Sorry, Tug. You just messaged me while I was writing.
So classes are the same as always, moving on to other things.
Had been playing bass for another show, mostly for fun, and to support longtime friends and the community in which I grew up. It was alot of fun, all things considered. A group of very fun people to hang out with, and people who have had an influence on who I am, even though I returned a rather different person than the last time I worked with many of them. Learned a sleu of "little Johnny" jokes just in time to offend at MFF, too...Though i don't think I ever told an especially offensive joke at a con before.
And that tkaes me to, Cinematic Titanic!
So a couple of weeks ago I left work, drove up to Minneapolis, and spent a few days with an oryx hoofing it around Minneapolis, St. Paul, with the explicit intention of going to see a collection of the MST3K crew do their new (and live) version of movie mayhem. It was an impressive amount of fun, not only watching and listening to them do their stuff (which they did very well. Heh, "That must be the name of her sled") and the movie selected, Blood of the Vampires
. was especially bad, and offensive. Nothing quite like a 1960s Phillipino (Ibulong Mo So Hangin) film set in 19th century Mexico, with everyone in bonze and black face...What else is there to say? While Up around the area of Minneapolis, met up with the old roommate who spent some time giving a tour of the town in the afternoon before C.T., and afterwards at a Polish Night Club. A good weekend of visiting!
Since then, it has been productions, classwork, work, and everything else inbetween. This weekend however, brings another round of MFF, this year without the interruption of casting and stage management duties. Thank GOD. Still have to leave Sunday afternoon, though. Look forward to seeing peeps there. Iffen you see me, don't be afraid to say hello (even though I do look scary).
And that is about it. I am sure I am forgetting things. Always do. Current Mood: busy
|Wednesday, November 5th, 2008|
I am rather impressed, when one puts into words how much things have changed from a hundred years ago.
That being said, I will limit my dose of NPR for the next few days, lest I grow weary of politically correct statements, and how rosy everything will become. The proof, as it's said, is in the pudding. I will avoid Vanilla, Rice, or Chocolate pudding jokes here. (Oooh C'mon...)
While I am happy to see Wisco blue, I, ignoring the beauties of democracy, wish for a way to share my vote with other states, specifically Prop 8. I'm not a resident in California, nor a proud gay man out to change the world, but here's thinking good thoughts, and hoping for "Change" to be visible, outside of 1600 Penn. Ave.
And now, I will lay dormant on political commentary for another four years.
|Tuesday, November 4th, 2008|
|Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008|
|Fuck you, eBay Shipping Calcuator
You're never correct. Out of the dozens of items I have sold on eBay, you've never been right, not once. NOT ONE SINGLE GOD DAMNED TIME.
Fuck you, eBay customers who pay attention to the shipping calculator like it is a magic crystal ball. Quit giving me shit when I ask for an extra fifty cents to cover the cost of shipping. You just dropped SEVERAL HUNDRED dollars on an item, and you're going to get all uppity about me GOUGING you on shipping? The BUBBLE WRAP (PIP POP POP!) costs more than 50 cents! Even though I am selling items, I still care enough about them to protect them from an aspiring field goal kicking UPS delivery man. If I was going to gouge you on shipping, it'd sure as hell be for more than fifty god damned pennies. I can't even buy a can of soda for that!
Oh yea, and I suppose I should apologize for using the words "New In Box" and "Beautiful...excellent". It was listed as NIB because it IS NEW IN BOX! It's New! And it's in a BOX. I can't help it if that means it looks fucking beautiful! Last I checked, using colorful and descriptive language was one way to interest possible buyers. And while I'm at it, I don't take high resolution pictures for my health, it's so you can look at the pictures of the item, so you don't have to ask me if it's "Black" or if it's "Chrome." THAT SHINY IS CHROME!
Oh. And just because your eBay name is "BelievesinChrist37" doesn't mean I'm going to. Leave me alone, dickhole.
Ranty Rotwild, out. Current Mood: pissed off
|Monday, October 20th, 2008|
Still alive. Despite hunting season nearing full swing, it's hard to take down a buck.
But now it's the relief of being finished with yet another design, though it isn't much relief. Playing bass in a band for another show that will be opening in three weeks, plus work, plus classes...Not much relief at all. Nope Nope.
Despite working, and cutting back on spending, I seem to be hemmoraging money. It isn't bad enough for me to cancel all "fun" plans, but I am certainly paying attention. eBay shall provide some floating income.
So, really not much news aside from things relating to the show. Since "opening night" I really didn't have to do much, and only attended the production when friends or family attended. To those who went to the show, thanks for coming, and I hope you enjoyed it. It was certainly one of two shows that I've participated in at college that I've felt, save one or two "odd" choices by the director (Falcon cry what?) was a total "must see", and despite being modest, I enjoyed having the opportunity to share such with friends.
As for everything else? Work is work. Classes are classes. Today was actually a fairly tough day in classes. Professors seemed very pissy, and peers weren't much better. By the end of the day, I was far from amused, felt tired, hungry, and more than a touch lost socially. There's alot for me to do this week, especially if I am going to be out of town. Doing what you might ask? I have to save something to write about here. Current Mood: okay
|Monday, October 6th, 2008|
|Pansy Boot Camp
Want to prove you're tough? Want to prove to others that you can handle stress, lack of sleep, and think on your toes? Are you gay, or too much of a sissy to think you'll make it through a real boot camp? Or, do you just find those short buzzed haircuts to be too 2003?
Then get yourself into theatre tech! That's right, if you get involved with theatre technical design, you can work long hours, solve complicated problems with ever increasing deadlines, and when tech week comes around, in the period of two days you can spend up to thirty hours in the same theatre where tyrannical directors will berate, insult, and just be a general dick to you. Yes, you come out of there with glazed eyes, numb minds, but a heart that beats "I can handle that. I can handle the world!"
If you have read my posts from January through February this year, you know about some of the shit that can go down with producing a stage show. Last time, I was a Stage Manager. This time, with the same director, I was lighting designer. In the matter of a month, four production meetings, a show managed to be pulled together and after this week, will be shown to the public.
Little sleep (no sleep some days), hard work, difficult problems, and difficult people (though balanced out by supportive, fun people) have kept my mind and body occupied. The last real "break" I had was bowling several weeks ago.
But, tech weekend is over, where cues from all of the branches of designerdom are put together and run, and...Wow....I don't think that I have seen a complicated show (including sound, light, projection and actor cues) go together so smoothly, or rather, with so little fuss from the director or other designers. A tweak of sound cue timing here. A bit more fill light there, and that's it. Well, maybe not that simple, but a far cry from the "This is all wrong what were you thinking did you even read the script?" circumstances I was waiting for.
But now, all of that hard work is starting to pay off. The part of designing that is fun, and rewarding, releasing that "creation" that you've worked so hard for, to let it go and be it's own. To let it free from your mind, or at least as much as you can. There will always be the looking at what could've been done differently, what imprefections are there, etc., but...Keep those in mind for the next time.
So, if anyone cares to see what a buck creates, here's an open invite to attend some artsy show shtuff. this weekend is "Sold Out", but next week and weekend is more than free.
For now, however? To bed, in an attempt to return to some normal schedule. Current Mood: awake
|Thursday, October 2nd, 2008|
Is the sound that my Hooves make on a lighting console as a program.
Home before Four in the Morning. Not bad, considering half of the show is programmed.
To bed *flompsnore*
|Wednesday, October 1st, 2008|
|You're Aweful, I Love You
Who's going to Ludo in Madison tomorrow?
Fuckin' Tech Rehearsal. Fuck fuck fuck. Current Mood: busy
|Monday, September 29th, 2008|
So in the past month I've had at least two people lean out of their car window and shout:
"get a hair cut!" as they drove by.
Both were college age or younger. Both could only be described as a local yokel.
Looking in the mirror, damn, it is getting long. Current Mood: busy
|Wednesday, September 17th, 2008|
|Boo Hoo Hoo.
So usually I am rather quiet about things that bother me.
I associate them with the time and place in which they happen.
Someone not using their turn signal is an example. I generally find that poor practice, and remark upon it, but always with the footnote of "Maybe they forgot, just this once." I find it more positive than condeming them as a poor example of a human being. Same thing for those in the food service industry. I can understand that after you make a hundred tacos in an hour, you might forget to add extra cheese that one and only time. I have bigger and grander things to worry about.
But I feel the need to say that I find it interesting that a rather disturbingly large number of people on my online contact lists are upset at me for not always being around, or being removed. Since school began, it has been school, work, and Tech theatre production. There has been little time for anything else.
But it's why most people are upset that is interesting. It isn't the people that I actually know, who I've hung out with at cons or who've been exposed to me outside of a little chat box, and even those who've only known me through such, but have taken time over the years to get to know me as a person. Who I share more than "I R FURREH" conversation with. People who know me, and some of my eccentricities.
It's people that randomly message me with what is going on in their lives (usually revolving around online mates, newest commissions, or requests for roleplaying)regardless of what I may be doing at the time, and never care to ask how I am doing, or are capable of deeper thought and conversation than "So Imma Winged fox nao" and get emo upset when I come home at eleven at night after a sixteen hour day, a little less than coherent, or far from the mindset of listening about the foxboi de jour.
The funny thing? I doubt anyone who is guilty of such immature behavior reads this journal anyway. None seem truly invested in the affairs of a deer.
That is rant end.
Aside from that? little else to report of consequence. I have been pondering the chance to attend coffee further South, or go bowling this Saturday, but my schedule is becoming increasingly conjested with things other than fun activities. Unfortunetly, it's the sort of now all too familiar situation where, if I don't do it now, I won't be able to for several weeks. Go and possibly fall behind in tasks, or don't go, and continue on without contact from well meaning friends for another month's time? Running out of days to make a decision on such. Current Mood: blah
|Monday, September 8th, 2008|
|It's So True
When I'm not cutting things with an acetylene torch or wrenching apart old cars, this is totally what I'm like behind closed doors.
I don't get much gift art (3 official pieces, perhaps?) but I was not expecting this. Too cute! Current Mood: cheerful
|Friday, September 5th, 2008|
|Moving out of the Dark Ages
So in a moment of rebellion fueled by the reminder of the 2.5k tuition bill I owe to my college, I "Borrowed" a digital projector for a little while.
I know for alot of tech type people it's old hat, but furry porn is fun to look at life sized.
Back to slideshow. Current Mood: horny
|Tuesday, August 26th, 2008|
Since people seemed to show some interest in it (at least while drunk). If anyone is interested in seeing any of the shows I design for this year, let me know and I will gie you performance dates. I may end up putting them up on a google calendar, if that would be of any help. Current Mood: busy
|Monday, August 25th, 2008|
|Damn your Lupine Eyes, Mitok
You're Kidding Me...2008 Remake of The Day The Earth Stood Still...With Keanu Reeves
Nothing is Sacred. I get it. A Unicorn I know always says that. Being in the field of performing arts (arts in general), I know that nothing is sacred. Variations, and different concepts on the same theme can be a very very good thing. Take "updated" Shakespeare plays. Take the "Batman" films now.
It can also be a very very ill conceived idea.
Like many, I regard the original 1951 The Day The Earth Stood Still
as an iconic, and influential film. Culturally Signifigant. A slice of Americana that could only exist at that time, addressing The Atomic Age, Communisim, and the cultural tensions in a post World War Two world. It's timing was impeccable, with the themes that Robert Wise thought important to include, themes that would be standard for Sci Fi films for decades.
It's a film that is special to me. I remember it as a part of my childhood. I knew what "Gort, Klaatu Barada Niktu" was when I was in the 3rd grade. It's one of the few films to have a musical arrangement featuring the theramin. It possesses a magic, an undefinable aura that makes it special and timeless. Other films, like Psycho
, Dr. Strangelove
, or Alien
have it. None told a new story, but did tell it in a new, and visionary way. To me, it's something that you, out of reverence, leave alone (i.e. don't "G. Lucas" it).
But who knows? Maybe it will be something great, grand and wonderful. A Movie that will end up changing the way movies are made for years to come, and will cause an audience to think about the world they live in, and their own actions. Afterall, one doesn't have to use wires to make a flying saucer land in downtown Washington D.C. anymore, and there are lots of current events to make social commentary on.
I will still be stubbornly skeptical, however. You better do a damn good job, Mr. Reeves. I'd hate to have the ghost of Michael Rennie after me.
UPDATE: The Director, Scott Derrickson, is labeled as a screenwriter for the remake of The Birds
...No further comment. Current Mood: cranky