Some people tell me I look like Mr. T, others say Jennifer Aniston. I am bigger than a breadbox. My ancestors were scottish, dutch, and german. I have a bad rash on my left buttock, and people say that my left nipple looks like Jimmy Carter on a boat..
My asshole looks a lot like yours probably, but less hairy with just a bit more lint.
I like chicken.
Bio:
I was born born in on Grand Cayman in 1921. My family moved to Switzerland in 1940 while I went to school in California. After attending college, I decided to move to Los Angeles and live as a transient.
So, FlyingTim got married today. Wilson, Stone, Caniprokis, Erin/Rudegirl/whatever-she's-called-here, and myself were in attendance.
We pregamed behind Caniprokis' old house, sans Caniprokis. The wedding was catholic, and required a lot of kneeling, standing, and sitting without much direction. I had no idea what I was doing, and everyone seemed to know all of these responses to things the priest/whoever said. I would not find that odd at a regular catholic service, but a wedding is going to include a lot of denominations, no? It lasted a little longer than I would have personally liked (like I matter), and there ceremony was surprisingly political. I feel like an anarchist when politics come up.
The weather here is about as foul as you can get, but today the skies were clear. Snow was on the ground though. And it's COLD. Last night it was raining lightly and freezing, which is the most uncomfortable form of weather I can think of. Cold and damp. Later on, it started sleeting and eventually turned into all out snow. I can't say how surprised I was to see snow in southern Connecticut on November 13th. Fucking crazy.
Oh, and did I mention that FlyingTim is going north for his honeymoon? I can't imagine what Vermont is like right now (that's his destination).
The reception was good. Canadians know how to party. I like Canada.
If you look around at what it means to be a sports fan, you'll get a good general idea on the matter. Fans feel every up and down a team goes through, in many cases with more emotion than you might expect from a burly, overweight man in his fifties. When your team loses, it sure does suck, but it's only a game right? When your team wins, it's one of the best things in the world. Your team did what they set out to do. Your team is the best, the greatest. Go team.
To me, Stone is a typical Boston fan. A sore loser when the team is defeated. A sore winner when the team triumphs. What the fuck is up with that? The general insecurity of Boston fans sickens me. Boston fans worry over every pitch, and pray that God will carry them (as said by one of the game 6 pitchers). Have a little self respect and confidence.
You can analyze the Yankee's fuck job to death, but it doesn't change the fact that Boston won. Who cares why the Yankees blew it (it's not exactly the first time they've blown big games)? Boston won. Celebrate the win, god damnit.
What Stone's post says to me is that he's not proud of what Boston did to win, he's maniacally revelling at the Yankee's failure. Does he think that Boston only won because the Yankee's fucked up? Stone must not think that Boston is worthy of a win here. Don't worry, Stone, pray to God to carry the team through the series.
Anchor Steam is currently on tap here at the pad. Bought a case of Bass to take to a friend's earlier, but got back home not long after midnight. Enough time to have a few more Anchor drafts (yum..).
The drive home was particularly unique tonight. The skies were a bit different; there was rain falling from the heavens. The lack of measurable rain the past six months has caused even the more experienced rain drivers in this here city to come to a crawl as the storm grew.
I managed to maintain a level of speed such that the splashing droplets on my car would explode while being illuminated by the passing lights of the freeway. Los Angeles likes to light their roads. I had my wipers on the slowest delay possible, which I probably could have lived without considering how heavily waxed my car is. I don't think it sees the rain more than four or five real times a year at this rate, and it gets hand waxed very often so I've never seen rain not form as beads on the car. Windscreen included.
In a few weeks, it will have rained a few more times. By then, I'll be seeing more frequent accidents as more people gain more confidence. More rain, more problems. But tonight, driving in the fast lane actually was working. I wish people would drive like this at all times. A steady, well spaced out fifty miles per hour in the right three lanes opens up both the carpool lane and the left two lanes. At least until someone fucks up.
I wish driving required tested classification levels. Grandma can still go on the freeway, but restrict her lane changing.
On an up note, I did manage to enjoy the last bit of the Yankee / Red Sox game. I couldn't have asked for a better way for the Sox to blow out the season. Fuck Massachusetts. Might as well add my two cents on the matter.
Let's make it four cents, and let me say that the... well, no... fuck it.
Well, I keep meaning to post more.. and I will hopefully make this short because this still feels like work to me.. hopefully not for long though.
See, when I moved to LA I was working at an office. Long hours, yes, but I got to go home at the end of the day. A little over 6 months ago, I started working from home as the office deal I had ran its course, and I couldn't afford to pay rent myself again.
Well, working from home does have its advantages. I get to have access to the full array of kitchen provisions, the BBQ, and the kegerator (which has been woefully empty since MAY). The problem is that I can't leave work and go home. I am back into a situation where I can go from bed to work without touching the ground (my desk chair and bed are basically next to eachother).
If I had the real time for a social life, this would impact it I'm sure. I have three high resolution monitors on my desk. I lack geek pride. Just imagine the reaction a pretty girl would have. Perhaps not horror or disgust like what I feel, but it wouldn't be good.
But it's about to change. I will be working the grind out of an office again, and my apartment will return to being a home. I am going to try not to have any computers in my room with the exception of my laptop that I need to function.
But moving sucks. I have made more moves than most people do in their lifetime. And this most recent one is quite excruciating as it is moving very slowly. I will spare you the full explanation because it is quite boring. The bottom line is that moving sucks.
Went to the beach yesterday, and I think I did take most of Sunday off too. The beach was good. It's finally warmed up, it feels like the beginning of summer here in SoCal. We're all expecting an indian summer. I heard it might rain next week too.
Archie has turned into more of a workaholic than even he expected I think. EA feeds him when he works like this (12 hour days), and I'm sure he could use the cash. He's probably going to post on here since I gave him a login just now.
I think finally everyone is pretty mobile. Lio, despite having recently lost his wheels, will make a triumphant return to the road soon I hope.
Both Arjie (as I guess everyone refers to him now.. or archie if you prefer) and Wilson bought cars this weekend. I didn't get to take a snap of arjie's car yet because the dealer is fixing a few minor things (fuel sensor, replace a sunroof electrical cable).
Wilson nabbed a 1995 Saab 900 Convertible. Manual transmission. After closing the deal, we went to a Santa Monica cemetery and he drove his car for the first time. Until today, he had never tried a manual transmission, and after a few laps and some left leg exercise, he was on his own and driving. It's a fun car to drive, the turbocharger is neat. I want one.
I don't have very good photos, we'll take some more later in the week I'm sure.
Yes, it's a cemetery. It's one of the only places in Los Angeles that doesn't have traffic. There are plenty of ones in Hollywood that do have traffic though. I like the cemetery reflection on the side of the car
While waiting for Arjie to return from inside Ralphs, we were inspecting the two amps (a dual channel and a quad channel) that were in the trunk. It was actually a little too hot to have the top down (back sweat with the leather) and the car has a kickin' climate control system, but how can you resist the sun and the wind.
Well, I posted in May.. and now it is late August, practically September. My speeding ticket issue is basically dealt with (still have one more court date though). The summer has flown by.
Most recently I went on a trip to the Phish festival in northern Vermont (I'll maybe add pics later). I took a red eye out from LAX on Tuesday night, that took me through several stops, the first of which was Las Vegas. I barely made my flight, I deplaned from my first leg to find a person waiting for me to rush me to my next flight. I boarded to a round of applause from my section of the aircraft. I was sitting in the middle of a traveling group on their way home to Ohio (my next stop was Cleveland). This was my flight to sleep on. It was the longest leg through the night. But the crowd I was in was fresh off the casino floors. The raucous group of Roseanne Barr lookalike lesbians bought more drinks from the airline and did a pretty good job of preventing sleep. One of them was continuously farting, and the surrounding fattys would make a huge commosion, half trying to get up and run. It was aweful.
I made it to Cleveland and boarded my quiet flight to Hartford. Upon arrival, I went to baggage claim and called Caniprokis and Wilson; they were less than 15 minutes away. We were going to head straight up to Vermont. The baggage carousel made a short turn, and three bags came out. None of them mine. After talking to the airline, and filing a claim, they promised to send my bags to me, even to Vermont. So when Caniprokis and Wilson arrived, we went up to Vermont.
Later that day they called and told me that the bags would be on a flight that evening, and they would send the bags right out. I called at 10pm that night (fighting sleep still, and quite cold being in wet/cold Vermont with only the clothes I travelled in (shorts)) to find that there was a plane on its way through the taxi-way to the gates. Call back in 30 when they have time to unload, they say. When I call back, they tell me to call back in 30 when they have time to finish unloading. I call back, and they say they don't have them but to call back at 1:30am as there is another flight arriving. I went through the same crap, and the time changed to 10:30am Thursday. I tell them that I wasn't going to be around very long during the day (had to get to the venue) and they should send the bags to my parents probably. But the bags did arrive on that plane, and they promise to send out a driver immediately who will call me with an ETA.
So, after a heated discussion in Miss L's diner, we decide to wait for my bags. We went to the local Lyndonville college to use their gym showers, and I bought a change of clothes at the local JC Penny's (just about the only store that sold clothes).
My bags eventually arrive that afternoon. We immediately drive up (less than 30 miles) to the concert exit. We're a few miles away when we hit traffic. We see the left of the two lanes is closed, and the shoulder appears in use. The radio confirms the use of the shoulder. We take the shoulder. A few cars we run across seem to feel that the shoulder users are evil and try to block us. But eventually they all moved, and we were about 2 miles from the exit before we slowed to an even slower crawl of about 20 feet per hour and it was raining quite hard. The beers were cracked open. Thursday night the band was playing a concert in New Jersey that was to be broadcast on the radio. We had made friends with the neighboring cars by this point, and we fired up the boombox and listened to the concert broadcast in our ponchos in the rain. Drug availability was quite high, especially for the interstate. Use was open despite the constant trooper traffic on the passing lane. We were expecting this to take all night. The fields the festival was to be held on were flooded from the rains.
We eventually stopped moving for the night, and I was in for another night in the car.
Friday we awoke pretty early with the sun, and cars started moving again. The day basically progressed same same as the previous evening. We made it past the 1 mile to exit sign, around the time we discovered there was a Subway less than half a mile from the exit (Wilson and I made the trek up for food, which we did not bring with us on the trip). And we were prepared for yet another night in the car. We did move a little throughout the night though. We heard many rumours, including that they were towing cars in through the mud. The whole time we were also trying to fight off line cutters. Folks who were in the passing lane (that basically takes you to Canada if you don't take our exit) were trying to get into the 20' gaps left by drunk/drugged/missing drivers who would eventually be found and move their vehicles. We would surge into the gaps and this little guy with a megaphone would scream at them to move on. It worked every time, but during one of the heavier sets of rain a truck with a trailer snuck in. They were in front of our car too.
Saturday morning we were at the 1/2 mile point. It was about 10am and we were near the turn-around point through the highway median that the troopers were occupying. The concert was due to begin in just hours now and we had half a mile of freeway, and over 5 more miles of back roads to the camp grounds.
More troopers were arriving, and they were putting on their flak jackets and arming themselves with shotguns and semis. Soon, we got an announcement on the radio. We were to turn around. Refunds will be given. We were not happy.
But not being violent folk, despite the fact that our car was the first to be cut off (the trooper pulled in front of our car). We had no choice, so we turned around. We raced down the the first exit back, and got on Rt5 north. We took the road (parallel to I91) as far as we could. We found other people already there, setting up camp in a random field along the road. I was scouting for information, and saw a few locals offering their land for camping/parking. I found one that would put us within a mile of the gates, Caniprokis and Wilson had already found someone else. We ended up going with the lady offering the mile.
The lady's property was less than 5 miles from Canada, north of the Venue. We setup camp, and changed quickly. I badly wanted to be out of my underwear, which I bought in Vermont and was too small. We loaded up a tarp and some warm clothes and set off for the venue. The best thing was this lady was driving us pretty darn close to the gates, and was goign to pick us up after. She had over 20 other campers there, and a boyfriend to help out.
The concert was good, but very muddy. It was still quite a walk (over 2 miles) from the end of the road where we were dropped off. I crashed hard that night, lack of sleep for days made it easy to sleep on my shitty air mattress.
I woke up and dosed most of the day. Caniprokis was suffering from the previous day's exersion. Mad blisters on his feet from his now muddied boots. He decided he wasnt going to make it up to the concert that night, so Wilson and I went without him with cut up bits of tarp to tie around our feet to keep them dry. Quite a final performance, they went out with a bang.
It was a good final Phish experience. Nothing like 44 hours of traffic for a great concert. I don't think I'll ever to get to party on the freeway again. Good times.
Well, it came time to move servers and rather than transferring the entire site as it was, I thought it would give me incentive to put up the newer version (of which the design is already complete, and 99% of everything else is done) but alas.. it still isn't ready.
So, here it is.. the same old crap pile for you. New version is getting more and more a priority though. I am sick of this one, it doesn't satisfy my needs at all anymore.
Man.. I can't remember when I last even loaded this site. It's been a few years since I got around to updating things.. and I will do it.. at some point. It's stupid because I could re-write this site in less than the time it takes to watch a movie. Fuck, I have launched other sites with more advanced engines that could really plunk back into here and improve things a bit.. but I want to give the site a bit more of an upgrade than that. Time flies by so fast, I think this site is good.
I'm going through a bit of legal difficulties at the moment that should be resolved by next week I hope. Old speeding ticket that got a little out of hand.. long story for another time.
I want a motorcycle so I can drive between lanes in traffic. Insurance sucks though.
Shopping for clothes and food is something I've been avoiding. I haven't really bought many clothes since college when it was still a yearly fall thing for me. I wear tshirts I've had since early high school which is ten god damn years ago. I hate dealing with shopping though. Food too.. I am not reasonable in my wants when it comes to food. The problem is that I tend to not enjoy the food I eat 99 out of 100 times.. this includes eating out, which is more for the company.
I'm going to D.C. next week for my brother's graduation. I look forward to being on an aircraft again (although, it's only been 8 months).
I am expecting to be in the northeast in mid-August. In time for some humidity I'm sure. The Phish festival in Vermont will be fun. Maybe Caniprokis will get off his ass and get a boating license this summer. I mean.. what the fuck?! It's been so long!
[21:41] <Guest_27> Is there anybody here?
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[22:08] <wilson> Jesus is always there
I haven't posted in a great while. I will probably next week.
Just wanted to remark on the reunion thing.. I don't really know many folks who went to their five year reunions. I don't think I'll fly 3000+ miles for hotdogs unless something else is happening around that time.
I do wonder though.. Caniprokis graduated in 1999.. his 5 year should be this year.. are they having their 5 year this year too?
