And our story continues… Not

by | Jan 15, 2002 | Imported Entry

And our story continues…

Not really, I just couldn’t think of an interesting opening line this time. Not that the others have been particularly meaningful, or “good” as some people would point out, but I’ve got a personal style damnit, really I do. I have no friggin’ clue what it is, but it must be something interesting. Continuing on I suppose, towards another mildly interesting description of my day. Personally, I’m getting a little bored with stories about “my day”. Everyone knows the routine by now. I have classes, two of them are easy, one is hard. Let’s move on. Perhaps I’ll start discussing opinions on world events, personal thoughts, speculations about society… or perhaps none of that will happen and I’m just really full of shit at the moment. You be the judge. Perhaps I need a literary style like that of CW from PA. You know, the ability to turn a brief escapade with carrot cake into a page and a half adventure. Maybe I’ll take that creative writing class after all.

As for my worldly opinions, tonight we’ll start with southern culture. More precisely, my neighbors. Now, to fully understand where I’m coming from, I’ll have to give you a brief description of where I live. My apartment is situated horizontally across the backs of two other apartments. This creates a large C or U shape depending on how you look at it. Two apartments in one direction, mine in the other with a courtyard in the middle. Now, all three apartments are two story condos and I have the only room that faces the courtyard on the inside, hence, the only window into the courtyard as well. So, now that you know how everything is set up, I can continue.

This evening, it seems the residents of the apartment to my left are having a small domestic disturbance. This wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary for most people who live in the south. I’m sure most everyone has been witness to some sort of marriage dispute before. I just seems to happen more often here in the south. Things up north are very hidden socially and the people are very plastic sometimes. Not here however. So, my neighbors are having “issues” at the moment and I’m heavily considering calling the police because there’s a hefty amount of yelling and glass throwing (I’m guessing). Unfortunately, the couple seems to have the need to have this “discussion” in the courtyard itself rather than their home. Perhaps they just wanted to share. While I do appreciate their gesture, I’d really like them to shut the hell up.

Of course, this raises other issues such as “should I say anything?” Which, I’ve decided the answer to is a resounding “no.” Why? Because I’m a wuss. Ever since a certain incident at a Texaco station, I’ve been shying away from confrontation. I either need everyone who annoys me to be small and child like, or I just don’t need anyone to annoy me. It always seems that “angry” people are much larger than me and therefor could beat me into a senseless pulp. How unfortunate that I didn’t inherent my grandfather’s height. My brother did. I did not. Unfortunate indeed.

So, this leaves me sitting here typing, listening to yelling, wishing I was a larger individual which would grant me the opportunity to shout “shut the hell up” out my window. I am not, and so I will not. Such is life. I’ve learned to deal.

Now that I’ve mentioned all that, I suppose you might like to hear mention of my afternoon. Maybe? Well, you’re going to get it anyway.

Actually, this afternoon was quite good. Lauren completely surprised me with both dinner and presents. I didn’t deserve any of that, but she got them for me anyway. Sometimes she floors me with the smallest things she does. Anyway. She got me a set of blue martini classes from Pier 1 along with a peach tea scented candle and a candle holder. They’re both really cool. Then we went and got something to eat at Mellow Mushroom, this pizza and calzone place around the corner. It was quite tasty and now I feel tired as if I had just finished Thanksgiving dinner. Yum.

That is all.

Well, I’m just chillin’, waiting

by | Jan 15, 2002 | Imported Entry

Well, I’m just chillin’, waiting for both FedEx and UPS to show up. I’ve got my light meter, some film, and a history book that are supposed to be here today.

In other randomness, the cable modem is still not working for Jason and Pete. I feel kind of bad, but I can’t do anything about it. As for my connection, it’s slowly getting better. I’m still getting 300ms ping times to things like Yahoo and CNN but it’s certainly better than the 1000ms+ times I was getting just yesterday. Hopefully they’ll have everything straitened out soon. Luckily we’re on the Abercorn OTN. Two blocks over starts the Willmington OTN and they haven’t even gotten it up and working yet. Sucks to be them.

I had an interesting afternoon yesterday. I made it home, to the store and back to class in time. I even had all my objects painted and ready to go, which is more than I can say for half the class. So, I got to Studio a few minutes early, starting grabbing equipment and set up my set by the time the rest of the class arrived. Stupid me. The teacher saw my set up and gathered everyone around for a nice little “this is how you do it” demo. Which is good because it confirmed that I knew what I was doing, but was bad because now everyone knows that I know what to do and has desided to ask me questions every two seconds. You’d be surprised as to how many people don’t know how to put a 650 on a CK stand (putting a large light on a pole for you non-photo people). It’s really simple. I’m sure any of you could figure it out. There’s a hole in the bottom of the light, and a connection piece at the top of the stand. It doesn’t take a genius to guess that perhaps the connector goes in the hole.

So, that went well. I got my shot and all is well. Afterwards I drove Lauren out to the island for her MOPS meeting. I stuck around the island because it wasn’t worth the time and trouble to drive back home, then back to the island. So, I sat in my car and listened to the radio. At one point I was nearly floored when I heard ” iio – Rapture (radio edit) ” come on. I had the radio on SCAN and it stopped at a random rap station, but for some reason, once in a blue moon, they play a “dance” track. I really hate that term. “Dance” sounds like it should be one some collection of C&C Music Factory tracks from the 80’s. It’s Techno damnit. Or even “electronic music”, that’s fine. Or you can get into the sub catagories like Trance, D&B, Jungle, etc. But not “dance”. Anything but that. Yes, people do dance to it, but use the proper name please. Don’t use some term that American marketing idiots were kicking around 20 years ago, it’s insulting.

Anyway. I’m still waiting for my packages. I guess it’s time to have some lunch. Hot Pocket here I come. Later.

Hmm. Cable modem wise, things

by | Jan 14, 2002 | Imported Entry

Hmm. Cable modem wise, things are still broken at home, which is rather aggrivating. I can understand the set backs and problems that may occur in switching to a new system, but three days without service (or service working correctly at the least) is a little silly. I called Tech Support last night. Not so much for myself but for Pete and Jason. As far as they could tell, we were running “correctly” and that the shitty connection speeds were just part of the migration traffic. She also couldn’t find record of our additional two IP addresses, which isn’t suprising to me, they’ve done that before. Actually, they’ve completely lost our account before, so I suppose this is an improvement. So, this afternoon, Pete and I will wonder down to have a chat with good old Comcast, hopefully straitening this all out.

Speaking of this afternoon, I still have to go to the art supply store and buy a wooden sphere and a can of matte white spray paint. So, between 11:30 and 3, I need to drive back out south side, go to Comcast, go to the store, have lunch, spray paint three objects and drive back by 2:45 for my class at 3:00. Joy. After that I need to pick up Lauren and drive her out to the island where she has MOPS at 6:00. Hopefully there’s something to do (or at least eat) on the island so that I won’t have to drive home in between dropping her off and picking her up at 8:00. I really, really hope there’s food out there because I can already tell that it’ll be one of those days where I won’t get to have lunch and that dinner will probably be a friggin’ pop tart. Oh well. Time for class. Later.