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You are viewing the most recent 20 entries August 25th, 2005August 14th, 2005: evil dead diorama-rama pretty much done with the house, and about half way thru the interior...  and a little closer...  meanwhile, inside...  that's all for now, r.- July 20th, 2005: pics of my collection felt like putting some pictures of my toy collection up for posterity's sake...                        cheers- February 2nd, 2005: can they actually do that? something about this just seems wrong... http://www.mskcc.org/mskcc/html/54387.c January 31st, 2005: man this is just screwed up... if you're an unemployed woman in berlin, and you turn down a job as a prostitute, you lose your unemployment benefits. no joke. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jh January 13th, 2005:
okay, so i barely post here anymore, and usually when i do it's some silly bit of pop culture or trivia. today is not really all that different, but it is a little more heart felt. i bought a new album today on itunes. it's called HAS BEEN, and it's by William Shatner. I'm sure most of you have heard and laughed at his renditions of Mr Tamborine Man and Lucy in the Sky. forget them. this is one of the most honest, funny, depressing, raw, and brave albums i have heard in a long time. shatner doesn't go it alone this time. Ben Folds is helping to run the show, and several other friends lend their talents to a song. henry rollins, aimee man, brad paisley, and joe jackson all show up, and there's a truely beautiful song written by Nick Hornby (who wrote High Fidelity). arguably the best song tho is "what have you done" which is shatner's reaction to his wife's apparent suicide. really brutal and honest. It's really something i recommend to all of you. cheers, mike December 9th, 2004: coolest new toy, much fun for to be had! http://www.mcphee.com/cubes/cubes.html i must have these! i could build my own corporate hell! yes!!! hint hint, xmas is upon us! love, me Current Mood: enthralled June 24th, 2004: hey steph can you fire off an e-mail? OCD Productions is pleased to announce the long-awaited release of our 91 minute fan film Superman:Luthor for President.This film chronicles what happens when the Man of Steels greatest enemy becomes the absolute ruler of the free world.Starring Jason Bailey,Michael Walters and Enrique Arce.For a limited time,we will be giving away FREE DVD copies of the film.Supplies are limited and will be distributed on a first come,first serve basis.To receive a copy,please send your name and mailing address to luthor4prez@yahoo.com .For more information on this film and OCD Productions,please visit our website at http://www.geocities.com/ocdproduct there you can view Actor Bios,Press Releases,Publicity Photos,and watch any of our previous trailers. Joseph Owens Head Publicist OCD Prod May 20th, 2004May 17th, 2004: well i'm living by myself now... at least that's how it felt this morning. i have vaugue recollections of steph getting up and trolling off to work, but not really. my first real memories were of the alarm going off at eight. the second time it went off, i realized that, unlike steph, i don't need the alarm to go off every nine minutes for an hour to wake me up, so i reset it for nine and snoozed off... i know ill see her tonight, and ive already talked to her on the phone, but its weird going most of the day without really seeing steph. i know that i shouldn't be complaining, after all steph is still there, just not in the mornings, but its like my whole life has changed somehow.. its just odd is all... k.- May 3rd, 2004: its all virginia's fault... lol not really, steph and i went to the mall friday night because she's on a diet, which means i've lost weight, meaning that, since we had a first communion celebration to attend on saturday, i needed dress pants that would actually stay up. once we entered the mall, i decided that, seeing as how i had just recommended that virginia read CONFEDERACY OF DUNCES, i myself should probably reread it again, as it has haunted my thoughts for the better part of a decade. rereading it, i hoped, would help exorcise some of the conflicted emotions i felt towards it. so we went into the bookstore, and seeing as how i couldn't remember the name of the author (despite remembering that his mother had it published posthume after his suicide, and that it won a pulitzer), coinciding with the average american bookstore's penchant for "organizing" their wares alphabetically by author (instead of some useful meathod such as size or color) i proceded to the front counter for directional assistance. after waiting for a few moments for the clerk to finish helping the wastrel who had arrived before me, i actually looked at the clerk who's assistance i was waiting for. immediately upon catching sight of this person i bolted. now to my credit, i bolted casually. but i bolted none the less. this confused the clerk who was just starting to ask how she could help me. this confused steph who thought i was just being absentminded and wandering off (a credit to me on both counts for the effective casuality of my bolt). but they both conspired to bring me back. if it had just been the clerk, i could have played it off, acted like i never heard her. if it had just been steph, confused and trying to convince me to head back to the counter while the usually apathy of the american worker took control of the clerk, i could have made it away scott free. or if, istead of heading deeper into the store, my flight response had told me to leave the store outright... but no, i didn't want to leave. i had waited for almost 10 years for this moment, i just didn't know it. so i bucked up, turned around,and went back to the counter. i told the young woman what i needed, the name of the book, and she cooly moved over to the computer. as i followed, i whispered to steph the crucial bit of info that she never could have known. "that's nicole" by this point nicole must have recognized me; she looked up the info (toole was the author's last name) and passed me off to a cooworker and headed for the back room. it was artfully done really, steph didn't even realized what had happened, whispering to me we could just leave, but it was already over. nicole went into the back, and i went to my book. i sat down in the aisle and just sort of breathed for a moment. what else could i have done? nicole didn't come out of the back before i bought my book and left. the moment was so small. her voice cut through me. i had forgotten it. i didn't know i had forgotten it. i didn't think i could. she hadn't changed much. she died her hair blonde, and while it didn't look bad, i didn't like it on her. she was still so obviously sweet inside. thank god the years hadn't robbed her of that. she was still smart too, and collected. how could i have not loved her? i broke this woman when she was still a girl. i don't mean to give myself credit for being something im not, but i think its safe to say i broke her heart as best as it could be broken, and now, years later, she was just there. i'm all mixed up inside. feelings of guilt and shame and bewilderment all swam thru my head all weekend. things i hadn't thought about wouldn't be quiet and just go back to the folds in the grey matter where they have been nestled for so long. and that's where i hit a wall. i know better than to selfishly go back and try to confront her. (to what purpose? to apologize? to wish her well? to see if we could be friends?) and where is she in all this? argry? sad? completely non-plussed? ahhhhh, crap k.- April 15th, 2004: mmmmm, McExercise... http://abclocal.go.com/ktrk/health/0415 what about a special prize for adults under the age of 30? k.- March 24th, 2004: doing the unstuck... the job posting is no longer listed @ palisades.com that should mean they will be conducting the interview process soon. also got my PS2 online last night, and started playing FFXI. i am such a geek. like, i was a geek before, with the toys and the comics and what not, but now i am playing an online roleplaying game. i am such a geek. meh, so steph and i have basically been ignoring the fact that we are trying to move for the last few nights. kinda in a holding pattern of crap. back to work tonight and thru the weekend... ttfn, k.- p.s. someone in our building got evicted yesterday, and all of ther furniture and stuff was unceremoniously dumped around the dumpster. in classic dumpster diving technique, steph and i snagged a swang lounge chair for ourselves, which means we have yet another thing that needs to be moved this weekend, but saves us several hundred dollars we were planning on spending on just such a chair, so yay! March 11th, 2004: do or do not... so sort of as a compliment to steph newly redoubled dedication to exercising, i have given myself a daily reginment of drawing. i draw throughout the day at my desk @ work, and i draw at least a little each night before going to bed. it's fun, but it actually is hard work. i'm trying to make myself better. dave sim says that you have 10,000 bad drawings in you before your first good drawing. if i had been this dedicated to my art all of my life i'd be major kick ass good by now. i'm not saying i'm bad. i can admit that i have talent, and that's a gift. but i'm a fool for having squandered it so long. i've always had a love of drawing, but like in most other things, i have a hard time convincing myself to focus. it certainly is satisfying seeing a sketchbook fill up with a perceptable speed. lemme tell you, to me cracking open a brand new blank sketchbook is near a holy experience. especially if i earned it by filling another one first. (often times i get like 2/3rds of the way thru a sketchbook and will switch to a new one just to get that new sketchbook experience.) also lets give it up to steph for her hard earned weight loss! go baby! that's all for now, k.- March 10th, 2004: i'm sorry, our cashiers do not have more than $30 in their register after 7pm... http://edition.cnn.com/2004/US/Sout now the real question is, did she know it wasn't real... k.- : and the award for "best new show of last night" goes to... Cracking Up on fox. damn funny. great cast rediculous premise, and whip smart writing. the basic idea is that a grad student (jason schwartzman) is hired by a family to help them by being a live in psychiatrist for their son, who, they say, has been severly depressed since his dog died. or was put down. or shot. they can't seem to agree. the first thing the young boy reveals to his "doctor" is that a.)he ain't the crazy one, and b.) his dog ain't dead. he lives in the closet of the guest house. it just gets stranger from there. it's on again tonight with a new episode @ 9:30. check it out... k.- March 4th, 2004: tiptoe thru the tulips... so art is trying to live in my veins again. many people, especially steph, have lamented over the last few years that i have not been creating art. i have been creating; custom figures, homemade maps, things of this nature, but nothing that wholly originates from me. to be honest, while i missed making art, it didn't really bother me. my mind just wasn't in it, and my heart was still doing some kind of creative stuff. so now it seems like my creative spirit is awakening from a slumber, reaching for the light and yearning to be allowed to run wild. i have it isn't just a phase, because my creativity is like the soil of the rest of me, and it's about time i started nourishing my damn crops. (was that ever a convoluted analogy) ideas are coming to me with lightning speed. most get dismissed, but some get lodged in my crawl and won't be exorcised by anything but being made real. heehee :) k.- |
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