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Thursday, April 12th, 2012
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2:22 pm - Davis Square Turkey!
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Anyone else woken up by our wild gobbler this morning around 5am? I thought it was some annoying turkey ring tone or something that someone wouldn't turn off, until I woke up and realized the turkey I saw on Sunday night was still around! He or she is kind of skinny for a turkey, and super awesome to see! :-D I need to close my storm windows.
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| Saturday, December 31st, 2011
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5:40 pm
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I haven't written one of these in years. I'm sure no one else is still on here. I miss the tiems when I wrote everything down. It's new years eve. There was a Hurricane in Chennai yesterday. Peter Sagal stared in the years last XKCD comic. My roommate and I are going to Roslindale, if he gets out of the shower in time, to hang out with Barbara and her friends, such as Dennis Hurley, and watch MST3K. Hopefully I will also make it to my friend Frank's party. We'll see.
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| Thursday, June 2nd, 2011
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3:40 pm
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Last night around 5pm there was a tornado in Springfield MA.
Lightening in the distance and a gloomy ready-to-burst sky could be seen here at 32 gorham street as I look south. I had a photo shoot. It was supposed to be at Boston Common, but it was moved to JP due to impending storm. It turned out the guy whose project it was was the guy who played Ash in the MIT Theatre Guild's production of Evil Dead, in which my friend Brad Smith had played Jake. There was also a photographer, Matt. We shot in a big old house with a big old attic in JP. Huge place. The attic was filled with art-space and three little artists arting about. The shoot was basically testing out an idea of a superhero themed comic...I'm not 100% clear on the details, but we were going to get photo-shopped a-lot, and some light animation. I definitely had fun. around 9, the artists informed us they were watching the storm, so we went to join them. I had a date at 9:30 in coolidge corner. We watched an amazing amount of electricity through the clouds, standing out the front of the apartment. Occasionally we'd see full bolts. Then, just as I decided I should get going the rain started. Matt, the photograher walked me back to the T. It poured and the lightening and thunder boomed right on top of us. It was pretty exciting. He asked where I had to be, I told him it was an OKC date that probably wouldn't amount to anything. He said "oh, well, should I wish you good luck..or should I just ask you out myself." and I said "yeah, you could do that." Standing under the arches outside the Stonybrook station stop he pulled out a notebook and I wrote down my phone number. I headed off. The rainwater dripping off the orange line at ever stop was intense, and at some stops the cars were still out doors and curtains of rain met those who wished to exit or enter. By the time I got to coolidge Corner the rain had stopped. Christopher was into movies. He had directed some things already, it seemed. We had some differing tastes and he was a bit disdainful that I hadn't seen a billion movies, but what can ya do? He was from southern Indiana and had a southern accent. It was entertaining. I know, I need to do more with my life. I walked home, as I wasn't about to go over to another guys apartment any time soon. I'm sick of the implications, of the expectations. I don't move that quickly, and sleeping over at someone's apartment shouldn't have to mean anything. It didn't used to have to mean anything. So, I walked home from Coolidge Corner. Enjoyed my ipod shuffle, light of heart. Walked passed people in bars, climbed on a big back-hoe, picked up a very heavy clip and chain off the front of it, and found the unlatching mechanism. Got my hands greasy and eventually washed them off in the sprinkler system around the harvard stadium. I smelled wonderful roses that were full of rain water, and tasted the fragrance in the water they left on my face. Sang back at early morning robins what they sang at me. I had assumed they were mocking birds that sang before sunrise and got so confused in the street lights, but they were all robins. Got home at 3 or so.
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| Wednesday, May 5th, 2010
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11:58 am
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I realize I've forgotten how to write. I had a distinct style once upon a time, and prided myself on certain kinds of sentence structure, which flowed from me pretty naturally. Now I write jumbled gobbledy guck. Anyway, hi, how are you? It's been a lengthy bit of time I know, but I think we can learn to trust each other again.
So in a nut shell - recent events -
May 2nd 2009 - MacHenry breaks up with me.
Summer - getting known around IB. Going to The Asgard Karaoke regularly
July - seeing a cool guy naamed Eric Yu. We watch Dr. Who and he cooks vegan food.
September - Hyperion ends. Time moves on and Randstad finds me nothing new.
October - get socially beaten down at IB, don't want to be there anymore, Spooky keeps me sane. go Spooky.
December - met an aweseome guy from craigslist named Sam. Dating about on Craigslist, met a number of cool guys.
January - dating Sam a bit, seeing this guy Chris Lazzery as well. His cat's name is "Awesome"
April - back at Hyperion again for two weeks. Work IFF - One good movie really - God of Love, followed immediately by GeekWeek.
May - GeekWeek ends, boyfriend goes away for three weeks. Hang out a lot with Brad Smith, Ashley Caval and Doug Urban. Am supposed to run a musical improv show. Holy what the crap. Can I do this? Eepers.
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| Monday, February 8th, 2010
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8:53 pm
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| Friday, January 22nd, 2010
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3:39 pm
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Perhaps I should start doing this again. Maybe this is the way to get back into being a good writer again as I suck of late. Also keeping track of what I've been doing may help me realize how empty my life is infact not.
So, I recently attended Arisia. My second one. Less good than the last. Spent a ludicrous amount of money on a very pretty dress. Attended the Victorian dance, saw Once More With Feeling and Dr. Horrible shadow casts, hung out with Jaime and Marrow, and even went to a couple panels. No parties this year though :-(
Anyway, left feeling a lot better about life in general. Also I'm worried I'm pre-diabetic because of how some highly sugared things make my left hand numb, and make my kidneys twinge.
I didn't make out with any hot young nerds, but I made out with this guy I'm seeing a lot, so I guess that'll do. ;-)
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| Saturday, November 21st, 2009
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2:40 pm
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Went for a gorgeous walk from Huron village down Brattle and into harvard square. Amazing day, saw a lot of pretty buildings I'd never seen. I felt like I was looking at Harvard square with new eyes, Davis too, even my own street. I hope it lasts all day. It's a beautiful warm fall day. Stopped into fromagio kitchen to ask about the Droste's stock. They plan on keeping it in stock, and have no intention of raising the price :-)
Spent last night drinking with John's roommates. I came over and started making my Guinness brownies, which are ridiculously rich. We had a beer and cheese tasting, and did this cool thing where each bottle we opened for the tasting was assigned to one of us, and when that one was opened we had to make up a story to go with the beer. We also had a fun scale system to rate the beers on, which was "who would you be willing to fight for this beer." I also played some wii frisbee golf, and kind of started to get it, too. After the beers were all tasted, John's roomates concocted a series of shots/mixed drinks, all of which were very yummy. One involved blueberry pure. NOM NOM NOM!
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| Monday, September 21st, 2009
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12:56 am - Hey Bulldog!
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Won second place Thursday night at Beatles Rockband at ImprovBoston. We did Hey Bulldog. I sang harmonies.
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| Thursday, July 17th, 2008
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3:50 pm - Welcome to di 'otel Pennsylvania
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Hey kids, I'll be in NYC this weekend for the 2600 convention at the Hotel Pennsylvania. I'll be there all day and sleeping at Jonathan Keller's in Brooklin if anyone wants to catch a meal or whatever. I should have internet access the whole time...it's a hackers convention.
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| Sunday, January 6th, 2008
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11:41 pm - Pizzeria Regina
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We had a GREAT Cambervillian night.
We started with Juno, where we brought a crowd of no less than 20 (we could try to add it up....Nougat, Zero, Azrael, Nicole, Skippy, Me, Lisa, Sandry, Ryan in my row...Meaux, Wombat, Bakey - Bakey's entourage of ??? + Patrick's friend two rows in front of us = 13+??? Ok, so maybe not 20, but a lot? Anyway, that was cool. Then I had prior obligations to my friend Jay (Wombat's cousin) in the North End (boston's version of little italy) at Pizzeria Regina. So I announced this, and Zero, GMalivuk, Sandry and Patrick tagged along. Lisa came for the ride as far as Harvard, and Ryan (my roomate) said he'd show up later.
We had a good time, getting yelled at by the waitress/door-nazi (actually a lovely woman once you get a table, abrassive, but nice enough, just gettin' it done) Sandry needed to use the ATM, Jay wouldn't be along for a bit, and Ryan showed up after we told her we were a party of six...if you've been following, this made us now seven. Also, Jay's tube in his back tire popped as soon as I got off the phone with him once the rest of us reached Regina's and the people he was supposed to have brought were being lame saying Allston was too far from the North End for a Sunday night...loosers. We got three large pizzas (eggplant, spinach broccoli and margharitta with chicken) and we ated thems and talked about whether or not Ron Paul was a racist.
from there we headed over to Hanover Street, the main drag of the North End and stopped into Mike Pastry, where I bought Skippy a piece of German Chocolate cake. The I decided my pizza-full tummy would appreciate the digestive properties of a nice Cafe Vittoria cappuccino. So we got three little tables in the back and occupied them for a time, mostly ordering hot chocolates, we sat and discussed the failing points of the new Star Wars movies, and Jay pulled out his digital camera. I don't think we got any PictureSarah worthy shots, but it was a good time. I am very awake now, but the cappuccino did not make me feel immediately sick like coffee from Starbucks usually does! YEY! I will still probably be peeing my brains out for the next 3 days.
Zero was hitting the Dayquil all night, frankly freaked me out a little. He pretty much finished a bottle and was then driving home to RI. three out of seven of us were wearing long black trench coats and Sandry kept insisting on wrapping her paisley scarf around her head and face. Plus, we have a tendency to get loud and abrassive. Standing out side of Regina's we were having very strange sexual conversations, and there were children in line behind us. I'm surprised we didn't get any complaints. Such is the dynamic. All in all, a very enjoyable evening. I hope I can sleep later.
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| Wednesday, November 14th, 2007
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1:28 pm - Rock Band at River Gods
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Last night, a bar in Cambridge MA's Central square called River Gods played host to Harmonix and a preview evening of Rock Band.
Well, it was a good time. Hipster Harmonix employees included. My and my friends, Nougat, Bakemaster and Nougat's friend Vagrant formed "Nougatrocity" and got to play first. After a look at the options, the drummer suggested ballroom blitz. He also decided he could do it on Hard. After we failed within seconds, Nougat made him choose easy, and just in case, I selected Easy for vocals too. We did alright in the end, 84% and being first up, got a lot of applause, or was it my astounding performance?
The vocals were a little odd at first. The speakers were putting out both my voice and the voice in the game. The better you're doing, the less of actually you is heard. It didn't seem like a girl had more of a challenge doing male vocals than a guy would, I'm not sure how the machine gauges precisely but there seemed to be a range. There are places where the singer is supposed to tap the microphone, which I couldn't really get to work.
The drummer died at least once, but Bakemaster brought him back with 'star power'. The existence of starpower, and how to use it for drums and singing is a little odd. For singing, you get it when you complete a yellow section perfectly, and you use it by singing in an area where there otherwise would be no singing, that is demarcated with a yellow design. You make a bit of noise there, and the character tends to scream or woo, or do something fitting. Room for some fun jokes and hidden surprises there (would you call that an easter egg in this context? I'm guessing not...do I sound 60?) I'm still not real clear on the drums.
The guitar is practically identical to Guitar hero's, but the keys are the same color as the neck, with color just where you can see it looking down, (which I found helpful) and you choose if you're bass or lead inside the game. There are a second set of keys for the guitar, closer to the strumming button, but we didn't see anything that would use them. Also either the calibration was off, or it was a result of the set up, but the beats were not matching the screen. It could be because the game was running through a projector and to a TV, which you watched as you played. But I don't know if they'd put it through the projector and speakers FIRST, and then out to the TV.
The drums also have a pedal, which it seems people failed to realize, or it just takes a bit of getting used to.
We went up twice, the second time we did the Nirvana song. Bakemaster sang, I took base, and Nougat insisted on grabbing the drums from Justin. Bass on easy was simultaneously boring and just enough for me to screw up a little. Mostly I think because monotony breeds jumping the gun on strumming. I didn't notice our score this time.
The event was sponsored by Dewars, who was giving away free drinks and shwag. Apparently they do a lot of guitar hero events at River Gods. Nougat got a pretty cool t-shirt from them once. This time it was blankets, drinks or lighters. I never turn down a free Zippo, which puts me 1/1. Dewars has decided to go for the hipster punk crowd. Not really sure how that works. I guess they figure it works for Guinness? But they're subtler about it. No indy music in Guinness commercials.
Anyway, if you ever find yourself at river gods, I recommend the cheese plate and the white bean dip. Also my scotch ale was delicious.
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| Tuesday, September 25th, 2007
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2:53 pm - XKCD meet up
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Friday night came along and I was working furiously on signs with Lisa. Several calls from Gmalivuk resulted in "he's not coming in 'til pretty late." So, not having to pick him up, I got a replacement, Skippy's friend Trevor, and we walked over to Christopher's. When we arrived Bakemaster, Hendusoone, Alisto and PictureSarah were already there, and we all headed in. After we were there for a few minutes, Nougat and Meaux showed up with Tractor and Anonymouse.
We ordered appetizers and a few people got food. We got some good beer, but we had no contact from the Canadians until nearly midnight. Meaux organized us to order them yuppie nachos and something meaty before the kitchen closed, and Alisto took the helm on that. I talked with Tractor and Anoymouse a bit after leaving Bakemaster, Hendusoone and Skippy to talk amongst themselves. Shortly thereafter our Canadians plus one arrived and I had duties to attend to, so I couldn't stay and drink... :-(
Saturday I woke up and had received no sign that anyone wanted Dim Sum, so I got brunch with my boy and his friends. Then I got my head organized for getting party requirements. I invited my friend Lisa over to continue helping me paint signs as she is an artistic goddess and smart fuckin' cookie, and I am not as skilled. I set to work on my spinach dip and she came over. Eventually I got in touch with a delayed Apocralypse, who dutifully came to Davis square as soon as she could, but walked into the open apartment at 23 Gorham, instead of my apartment at 32 Gorham. She had her cranes with her. She helped me pick out something to wear, and we gathered up alcohol and food and had Nougat meet us en route to his house so I could remain in Davis and help people purchase alcohol. Nougat had Gmalivuk with him and the four of us ran into each other at a house occupied by a tiny white kitty with a silly rhinestone collar. It was a very sweet kitty. After talking for a bit I gave them all my burdens and headed back to Davis. The kitty was in the grass now and I picked it up and walked a little ways with it until it disagreed with the idea and I it go.
While waiting I grabbed a jasmine tea at Diesel and then decided to pick up some CDs back at my apartment for use at party. Good thing too, as it turns out I didn't have my ID on me. D-OH!
After rendezvousing with my bicycle PVC manned boyfriend I got a call from Anonymouse that they were in Davis Square. Skippy rode off to Porter to pick up screws for the trebuchet he'd been fixing all day.
A long list of booze and a lot of money donated brought us to the liquor store. We should have gotten another bottle of Hendrick's. We needed three cardboard boxes to carry it all. Anonymouse's first box bottomed out, and her foot caught a bottle of Khaluha. So after a new box and about a block of walking, we called up to the party for back up. Alisto and Bakemaster came to our aid and drove us up to the party. I went in quickly and grabbed my party gear and discovered I was hella hungry. Well there was a hella a lot of food to be consumed so Hallelujah!
I met a bunch of y'all, and y'all seemed like lovely folk. The food was yummy the beer choices were excellent (even the ones that weren't mine). Shaving Gmalivuk was fun. Meeting Meaux's boy was great. The creepy piercing blue of Hodge's eyes added something to the evening and Belial upon a thread of deep red satin, molesting Girl was not to be missed as well. Loosing at Guitar Hero cost me two shots of tequila, some of which came out my nose...boy that was fun... ;-) Gmalivuk's was shaving his beard while PictureSarah photographed stages. When he had the mutton chops, we got Belial's hat and monocle, and I suggested he add a Sam Adams. Wicked avatar. ZeroSum was pretty groovy until Alisto did evil mind tricks to him and made him drink a third of a bottle of tequila. Mostly it was just hanging out and chatting. It's always great seeing boys dressed up. Especially when you first meet them. My boy showed up from having been recruited by the bicycling gang SKULL and Meaux warned him not to fuck her...apparently deviously seductive and high ranking member of SKULL, sister... he was wearing his "Magneto was right" shirt..so Skull named him MagNEAT-O (Skippy is pretty Neat-o) I introduced him around, but mostly have no idea what he did at the party besides play Wii Tennis with yy2bggggs, who brought brownies, which were yummy. Meanwhile, I chilled in Nougat's room and ended up learning how to sing "Baby it’s Cold Outside" with an insistent and drunk Alisto. I don't think I got around to trying Sarah's bread...dern it!
Also I have no idea what became of the delicious cheeses I brought. MEAUX?
Anyway around 3:30 am Skippy and I decided it was sign hanging time. We gathered our required goods and were flowed by Alisto, Apocralypse, Bakemaster, hendusoone, Gmalivuk and...Anyone missing? We stopped at my place to pick up more signs and stealthily and Ninja-like went to hang up some signs. There was a moment of tape-related crisis, but once that was solved everything was fine and all 7 signs went up, plus two lil velociraptors.
Then I went home with my boy and passed the funk out.
Sunday
In the morning he set to work early(ish) on his trebuchet and I left at some point to get brunch with Meaux, Nougat, scrt_rbt_agnt, Zerosum, Bakemaster, Hendusoone and freakin' Connor and Julia, friends of friend's of mine. I got a table for 5 and then I found out Zerosum was there, and then I found out that Connor and Julia were in our party and had already arranged a table for all of us, plus another friend of theirs. Sadly when the hotel people showed up Johnny D's was totally packed and Orleans sat them, but never took their orders...real sorry about that guys.
We headed off to the park immediately after brunch. We had about 15 minutes to spare. We arrived to see people ogling my signs and taking photographs. There were tons and tons of geeks everywhere. A friend of Skippy's was carrying a "you have just lost the game" sign. I maintain that this does not make you loose the game, as anyone mentioning "the game" is an automatic safety, for 20 minutes no one who was afflicted CAN loose "the game". Heading in and just seeing all those people crowded around. The tent with all the references was great. I hope someone took pictures of that, with little spots where you can hold your mouse over and it explains the reference.
My friend's Jay carried at sign the read "WOW THAT'S CABBAGE" and Sandry was there, and Skippy's friend Aaron got his guitar hero controller signed (bad ass). I found my boy and his friend Bitches. Watched Okita entertain people and got close to the comic drawing, but not really close enough for any use. At the tent I talked to a couple of girls with Girl and Belial, I think they were part of the tent-creation group, and they were handing out pins. They were so excited to meet Belial.
The mods Moderated the comic and then we got a big group Fora photo and then we left the premises to find food. I guided everyone back to Davis and tried to get people to spread to a few different restaurants, but everyone ended up mostly at Spikes and the service was slow. Sandry, Rich, Okita, PictureSarah and I went to get burritos and Anna's and were out of there pretty fast. Then we sat by JPLicks...and...waited.....
I talked to some Forumites I'd never met before and got some ice cream at JPLicks. While in there the lost herd arrived. Once everyone ate I was able to convince them that a trebuchet is never a bad idea, and I led them toward Denehy. The group split in two when I took a shorter route, and we got distracted again by the regular park. Belial and Girl jumped into the fray to poke Randall and I wrote a couple of stupid things on the big comic. But eventually we were able to regroup and a number of us headed off to the Trebuchet. As there were many stragglers, I called Belial and gave him directions so they could follow us when they stopped being distracted.
12 of us or so headed to the Trebuchet (I know Tractor and Anonymouse were there, I know cuz I used Anony's phone with the really awesome pirate display, but the rest of you are a bit blurry...remind me? I know I used the bathroom with Barbie.) On the way we got a call from Meaux and I gave her directions. Skippy was clearly happy to have a bit of an audience. We flung baseballs, as we tried to get the thing to work properly and shortly Meaux and Greg could be seen on the horizon. At first I thought that might be it, but then there was a trumpet and drums, the cavalry had arrived. As they sat down Alisto played the theme to Deep Space 9 on a trumpet. (If only there'd been a trombone for Hodge) I helped man the machine a bit. Now the Trebuchet had to perform. It started throwing things high at short distances, it was clearly nervous. Aaron kept narrowly missing the ball, to the chagrin of the crowed. Eventually he got one. The crowed was generally receptive and simultaneously entertaining themselves. So, Skippy offered up baseball gloves. The puns flew with the balls, Okita and Nougat got up to catch at a few points. My friend Jay (WOW THAT'S CABBAGE) and another person were sitting playing guitar by the trebuchet, and Jay introduced the other guy as his cousin (one of fifty-some first cousins) Patrick. Shortly Randall separated himself from the crowd to introduce himself to Skippy. He started asking about the possibility of larger objects. We concluded that shoes were small enough and available. Randall started to ask for shoe donations. I feel like I may have yelled something about it to people myself. I think I did... Once Randall had bound them together I loaded in the first batch and cleared people out of the way, as we didn't know what an object of that size and odd shape would do. Well, it broke the string, and ended up flying backwards. A number of guys jumped behind the fence, and were playing around while waiting for the next launch. Okita got ready with a glove, standing behind the trebuchet for the next shoe launch. Right he was. The device backfired again, and Okita more or less caught the shoes to uproarious applause. I wish we had footage of that part too. The sky grew dark and they flung someone's keys. I remember Trevor saying, "and to make this more interesting, we're going to turn the trebuchet 90 degrees this way" which was towards the brush by the field. Gordon and Apocralypse wanted to get back to the hotel and soon other people joined them so I said I'd show them how to reach Alewife. I left my stuff and led mostly the Hilton Hotel folks and a few others Alewife, with Okita. I ran to the parking lot of the park, and leaped over the wooden guard rail, and was immediately mimicked by a horde of wild forumites. When we got to the nearby movie theatre parking lot, I pointed out a pole and suggested that someone had to jump it. First ZeroSum tried and Okita turned on the music. Then someone else tried...Eventually one of them got it successfully and as we were all standing in a circle, Okita started to dance. We all clapped and the started dancing ourselves. It felt like someone was going to "get served" any minute. It was pretty fucking awesome. Then we proceeded to dance to the road, where I surprised everyone by telling them they had to climb a concrete wall and walk up a dirt path to the bridge over the road. It was fun anyway. Then I pointed them all on their way, as my bag and my boyfriend were still with the trebuchet.
Jay was at Skippy's car as I got back to the park. He was clearly loading up trebuchet parts. I got to Skippy and Trevor alone in the field, taking apart a few last things. Skippy told me everyone just left. Then he told me if I ran I could probably catch them to ask them if they wanted dinner. I felt like a dick, running after that crowd, but my fun of the evening left on a train to from Alewife otherwise. So I caught up to the group and asked about dinner. I forget who precisely told me they were going to red bones, but Randall then reiterated it. Shortly Jay rode over on his bike. I told him Skippy should have sent him instead. Patrick was there too, and I learned his SN was EsotericWombat and I talked to DavidDa and a man in a sparkly sombrero, about god knows what. I also managed to introduce myself to Randall and shake his hand, which probably should have happened at the trebuchet. Oddly I’m nearly certain he said to me “I’m Randall” which is odd because people generally tell me he calls himself “Randy” We talked for a second about his preference for chat instead of forums, but I had been mid conversation with the sombrero guy, and Randall had plenty of other people talking to him. When we got near Davis, I got us quickly to the correct Red Bones road (just lucky) where Skippy and Trevor were waiting.
Well unfortunately they gave us two tables, and I ended up sitting only with people I already knew. It was me, Bakey, Trevor, DSkippy and Patrick. Getting to meet and talk to a cousin of the coolest person I know (Jay) was awesome. He quoted some Invader Zim "Gir, why is there Bacon in the soap?" and I replied in voice "AH MADE IT MAH SELF!" He was very appreciative. Nougat called, bored, and suggested going to the hotel. After being poked in the shoulder by sombrero guy several times, and him pretending he didn't do it, I told him he and his people would be destroyed, but it was nothing personal. Nougat and Meaux it turns out had just arrived at the hotel when we finished dinner, so I asked Bakemaster and EsotericWombat to come too. They were all for it. Trevor and Skippy left to do other things...and probably so I could have Bakey and Wombat to myself.
Everyone was in the hotel room when we arrived. Belial and Girl, Meaux and Hodge, Alisto, Nougat, ZeroSum, Helen, Barbie, that kid named Rich whose SN escapes me ( biolution), Gordon, Gmalivuk, Apocralypse, Ren and probably some other people...in fact some of those people probably weren't there. I know some people had already gone to their rooms for the night. I had a beer, talked to people, played Uno, drank a gin and tonic with Girl, and EsotericWombat played a twelve bar blues, while I sat next to him on ZeroSum's lap, so I sang "I got the big fat geek blues" I wish I could remember the words, Alisto sang a few verses too. The people enjoyed it. Despite what they may tell you. Too bad PictureSarah wasn't there...sniffle. As it got to be after midnight I decided those of us who had to get back to Somerville should dash. Without time to say goodbye, Bakemaster, Patrick and I left and caught our trains...accept I hear Wombat got on the wrong orange line train, but Bakey and I got all the way to Davis with no problems. My phone was dead, so I plugged it in to charge up, not thinking I also had to turn it on so it would function as an alarm clock. I woke up at 8:30, when I should be at work.
I was buzzing all day Monday, so high about the events of the weekend and how great it all felt. It was nice being able to just say "hey Belial, let's do X" and having Belial there to go "Hey everyone, I'm Belial, let's do X"
I really mostly just regret not being able to engage any sort of depth of conversation with anyone. There were so many of you and we were generally on the move in some way. :-(
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| Tuesday, September 11th, 2007
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10:48 am - 3:10 to Yuma
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It was kind of a western, but not as hardcore serious western as the reviews might lead you to believe. It was simple, and I was strangely detached from the...I suppose you may call him a hero, because in this movie, Christian Bale bares an eerie resemblance to that scientology freak of the screen, Tom Crusise. I had a hard time getting past that, maybe, or maybe they just didn't do a good job of connecting the viewer to the character. Honestly my money's on the later. Bale's performance, and perhaps Bale's character on the page lacked significantly in anything interesting. In fact, the film as a whole kept us at arms length, only occasionally drawing us in with the charismatic stylings of our master mind criminal, Russel Crowe. Even he, however could neither get you to really like him, or hate him. Whereas I think the director was going for more that you were supposed to BOTH like him AND hate him. His right hand man brought a bit of intrigue towards the beginning of the film, but it went no where. The addition of Firefly's Wash was appreciated, and he played Wash, as a late 1800s doctor.
All in all though, it left me feeling my usual Western-movie after feeling. A desire to wear leather, swear like doc Holiday (fuck Tombstone was good), complain about the state of people today, and be the leader of a well-dressed group of other leather wearing folks. There was pretty much nothing to this movie at all, never the less I enjoyed it.
Blatant Spoiler in the next paragraph
Wash's death however came much too soon. His character would have definitely added some entertainment to the last half hour. I wonder if he doesn't have a contract which states his death must always be proceeded by a witty line.
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Finally the ending move of redemption fell both flat and thin, as nothing in the plot led us to any sort of real deep conflict inside Russel Crowe, nor did his final actions seem to really make up for the horrible deeds of his past. In fact it would seem they only added to his St. Peter's Book body count.
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| Tuesday, June 19th, 2007
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4:55 pm - Capoeira
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So, all in all pretty un-scary.
The warm up in the beginning was reasonably exertion filled. Running and stretching and doing all kinds of things with your abs. Within a few minutes of being there I thought I recognized a girl I met through my MIT friends, Abby. Later her boyfriend, whom I recognized immediately as 'PONG' from last Halloween, came and talked to Jay and I directly. He errs on the side of optimism. He's a really happy, friendly guy in general. His Capoeira name was Horse in Portuguese.
I learned a few basic things, none of which I can attach words to as the guy who was teaching them to me was entirely aurally illegible. I suppose the basic move is standard, a block with the arm, and low stance, one leg in back on the ball of your foot, the other leg bent in front of you, flat and angled...out maybe? Then there's a side to side motion in which your stance becomes a mirror image of it's previous self a wide stance away. Then I learned from this one push kick and one side kick. After awhile of this I definitely felt it in my sides, just above the hip. after a little more I could tell the skin on my big toes was wearing itself into blisters. We practice straight on the worn wood floor of a gymnasium in the YWCA. Shoes were optional, but I'm used to having to take my shoes off for martial arts in general. A habit I may be willing to break.
I did sweat and I did feel like I was learning something, correcting my own mistakes, having some discipline, but I didn't kick my own ass. I was told after class that I probably wasn't doing the stances low enough. I wish someone had told me when I was doing them. Then again, physical activity and I have been only vaguely acquainted, so perhaps there were bigger problems than the lowness of my stance to be worried about first.
The people were pretty cool. Pretty much unusually friendly. I remember none of their names, and I come bearing the news that I engaged in the roda. Only for a minute, and didn't really have any idea what I was supposed to do, but I was in there. In the beginning it was some guys birthday, so he had to stay in for a long time. It was pretty entertaining to watch.
There was pretty much nothing intimidating about the class at all. Even when people were doing all sorts of things on their hands and flipping around and such it was impressive maybe, but not intimidating. After class I went to a falafel hut with Jay. While waiting in line to order a spinach pie I noticed I was loosing feilds of the menu. I had splotches in my vision, but no dizziness or feeling of being sugar-low. We sat down on one of those concrete benches in Central square near a large black woman who had more cleveage than calcite. He told me a story about a restaurant in Bangladesh called British Burger, during which, as I looked at him the foil of my dinner seemed to be strobing in my lower perifeiral vision. Jay said I needed to get more excerisize. I explained to him that this was half the point of taking the class. On my way home I had to walk with my big toes lifted up, or curled so only their tips were touching the ground. I wondered if there was anything I could really do to improve them for the next day. I tried lancing the blisters, but they're tiny pockets all in one area, not a singular large bubble. This morning my left toe still insisted on staying in the air until I forced it down. I wasn't as bad as it it had expected. It feels a little funny, but doesn't hurt.
I fell right asleep last night, which is very rare for me. Though I didn't push myself hard enough to get any sort of muscle soreness, I think the feigning vision after class was enough of a sign that I probably did all I should have done.
I intend to go back tomorrow.
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| Thursday, June 14th, 2007
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12:46 pm
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| Tuesday, June 12th, 2007
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2:41 pm - magna carta quiz :-P
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| Monday, June 11th, 2007
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9:49 am
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</form> Northern. Whether you have the world famous Inland North accent of the Great Lakes area, or the radio-friendly sound of upstate NY and western New England, your accent is what used to set the standard for American English pronunciation (not much anymore now that the Inland North sounds like it does). Midland. The Midland (please don't confuse with "Midwest") itself is the neutral zone between the North and South. But just because you have a Midland accent doesn't mean you're from there. Since it is considered a neutral, default, "non-regional" accent you could easily be from someplace without its own accent, like Florida, or a big city in the South like Dallas, Houston, or Atlanta. Take this quiz now - it's easy!
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| Monday, June 4th, 2007
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2:25 pm
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So, what's been going on with me lately? well let us see.
Two weeks ago I visited Jonathan Keller in NYC and saw Mike Short do some improv.
The Weekned before this past one I saw my sister Bubba, and Lisa and Drago in Philadelphia.
I had been doing improv and standup. This came to an abrupt end a month or so back, and this needs to be redeemed! I must get back in the saddle, before this all goes like the rest of my miserable existence. In more positive news I had a fun filled weekend of Free Stand-up show, (which I probably should have performed in) Pirates 3 and a viewing of The Court Jester at Christopher's house, with vegetarian chilli. Good times, and I think everyone can agree on that. Thank you Sue, for the driving.
Besides that...well I engaged in my first 48 Film Project, which was very interesting. I still need to get back in contact with the guy who directed it. I ALSO need to buy myself a gorsh derned video camera. Unfortunately I still don't have friends who are PARTICULARLY interested in this sort of thing, so not a lot of backing. However, improv is a different situation. Goodness gracious gorsh. We just need to get off our lazy arses and IMPROV. ::nod:: same with me and standup. I need to practice and write and feel good and just freakin' DO it again.
Next Monday I'm acting in a friend's friend's very avant-garde film. I'm a bit scared, but I'm doing it anyway, covered in blood. Awright. Let you know how that goes.
I still need a real job. No news there
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| Monday, March 12th, 2007
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11:11 am - Cholo Bangladesh!
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My friend Jay, who is in Bengladesh, talking to me over gmail.
10:57 AM Jason: nobody here but me and some curry
10:58 AM as my Bengali friend Punum would say "Is your sex rising?"
me: hmm...
like are you becoming a male aroused?
or just are you getting turned on in general?
Jason: turned on in general
me: ok. so she says "my sex is rising"
responding to the male portion. damned internet
me: ::nod::
Jason: yep
me: interesting
11:00 AM Jason: sometimes she adds "like a bus"
this frightens me and by that I mean, entices me
11:01 AM me: hot.
my sex is rising like a bus
I like it. I love it, in fact.
11:02 AM Jason: the temperature is also rising. I only hope you find a good parking spot..
me: so like a bus? Like after the bus kneels, or does the bus turn her on or does bus mean something else?
Jason: or at least a nice slow route
me: parking spot?
Jason: for that big ole bus o yours. anyway, I think it's just butchered English
me: right, but I wonder
Jason: I could ask what she means next time I see her, but that would destroy the mystery
me: awe.
lol
that is really freakin' awesoem though.
Jason: haha, yes it is
my trip has been full of awesome the other day I met a man, was practicing bangla as he practiced english. he managed "americans i like, bush i don't and i said "george bush, karab manush (bad man)"at which point he grinned, shook my hand wildly and said "I LOVE YOU," like Borat.
maybe punum got rising confused with "riding?"
me: awesome
maybe
my sex is rising like a bus....SO GOOD!
Jason: haha yes. and they definitely don't have kneeling buses here
more like, battered, scratched and sputtering tin boxes
Jason: mmhmm. i've yet to do an entry on all the wonderful borat moments
but they're piling up
current mood: awake
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