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Warren's Pub Table: [Closed] Saturday Night Open Mic (12 July 08)
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CommentAuthorwarrenellis
- CommentTimeJul 12th 2008
Saturday Night Open Mic: for those newcomers who don't know the drill, Saturday Night Open Mic is when I stop talking and start listening, like the kindly Wise Man Of The Internet Forest that I am. Saturday Night Open Mic is for venting, reporting, talking about your future, dancing, drooling and enumerating the many ways in which I am in fact your personal God. Or not.
Tell me what and who is pissing you off this week. Tell me your plans. Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful. Tell me what's good. Tell me who and what you want to be. Tell me of the future. Tell me what you want to invent.
Pictures of your face are good, for I am senile and don't always remember all (oh my god) 3985 of you, many of whom I'm sure I've met by now. The internet works best when we can see each other. -
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I'm awake, upright and functional.
What more can they want from me?
Oh yea, Robot Dance Circle begins . . . now. -
Feh.
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I fed up with my brain leaking out my ears.
Seriously.
Whether it's the effects of shift work, or just because I'm no longer needing to use my brain at work, I'm starting to lose my intelligence and memory. At least I hope it's that and not early onset dementia.
So I'm sitting here at home making a list of all the things that I can do to change this state of affairs. I'm starting with my diet and moving on through online and offline projects that will stretch me and finishing off with planning a complete career change.
It's going to be tricky because, until I change my job, I'm still working shifts and I have to fit these changes around it. But fuck it, it isn't meant to be easy is it?
I feel like there should be some sort of ceremony or ritual working in order to cut off an old life and kick off in a new direction. But instead I'm doing this while eating peanut butter sandwiches with the BBC movie on the telly. -
I am deeply distracted by the necessity to cook and eat dinner, which I have been putting off for a few solid hours. Alcohol is more entertaining and rewarding.
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I've worked nearly seventy percent of the last four days, will work until midnight tonight only to get up at four am and work some more. And I don't have a day off for at least thirteen more days. Fuck this, I'm buying a cat and moving to Portland.
Better news: I've got a second read on a short story for Weird Tales, which I'm hoping they'll purchase. Should be hearing from them soon. Also seem to finally have an artist locked down for the sci-fi comic mini-series my friend Will and I have written, so Sophia willing there'll be a post from me directing you all to the Diamond code (or at least where you can make a paypal purchase) sometime in the next six months. -
Tell me what and who is pissing you off this week.
Oh, if only I could - but I kind of like the idea of keeping my job...
Tell me your plans.
Tomorrow? In the office. Gosh, what an exciting life I lead.
Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful.
There's something primitively enjoyable about watching comedy live. Hearing it transmitted on Radio 4 later turns it into a very different experience.
Tell me what's good.
The first season of MURDER: ONE. I need to rewatch it to remind me how good it is.
Tell me who and what you want to be.
Not thinking about work 18 hours a day would be nice.
Tell me of the future.
Ask me again in a week.
Tell me what you want to invent.
Teleportation. Teleportation would be nice. I'd still get lost, but it would be instantly.
Pictures of your face are good
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I am to the iPhone as twelve-year-old girls were to Hanson circa 1998.
I was planning to camp out at the comic shop that I manage, because it's across the street from my local Rogers store (the Canadian provider/mass wallet-rapist that is offering the iPhone here). I got home from work, showered, packed up some gear, and when I got back at 12:30 AM, there were already four people in front of the Rogers store, set up with chairs and everything. So I joined them.
Fifth in line ten hours later, the doors open and they had seven phones. I was jubilant and totally inconsiderate of Mr. Eight who'd arrived at approximately 4 AM. And to everyone else who appeared during daylight hours, HA to you.
At first they only had 8gigs, and I had wanted a 16gig, but fuck if I was going to leave without one after staying up outside in the gentle rain all night.
But then two white 16gigs appeared in a SURPRISE SHIPMENT!.
In the lineup, once inside the store, honestly, a part of my brain had to be on Bladder Control at all times. My excitement was that physiological.
And then the Rogers servers imploded and I stood there for another three hours while the guy helping me was on hold with his own company, trying to activate my phone.
And then my boss called asking me why I wasn't at work. Because it was not supposed to take three hours to activate my phone when I was fifth in line.
I left my ID and my credit card with them. I burst into tears in front of my boss. I had become a twelve year old girl from 1998 trying to get tickets to Hanson. It was utterly ridiculous.
Eleven anxiety-attack-peppered hours later, the Rogers store called to tell me that they'd succeeded in activating my phone, and I could come pick it up.
Yes, it does complete me as a person. Ever since wireless Internet came into my cognitive world at the age of fourteen, I have wanted something like the iPhone. Now that I actually have it, I don't feel the same excitement and thrill that I did when fondling my American friends' iPhones. It just feels right to have one, as if I was entitled to have the Internet available to me at all times with an interface as quick as thought.
It's total madness, and my grandchildren will laugh at me - unless they become historians of technology and see the iPhone as the revolution that I believe it to be. -
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CommentAuthorjmcampbell
- CommentTimeJul 12th 2008 edited
Who's pissing me off today?
Ray is pising me off today. Who's Ray? He's the guy that's supposed to be doing the 6 am Saturday shift and 8am Sunday shift but has had to skip the last three weeks in a row for various reasons. Apparently a good portion of his friends and family are dying on a weekendly basis. So I'm at work doing yet another 12 hour shift. and an early shift tomorrow. I had to work 36 hours over 2 days last weekend. The holiday weekend. And I can't quit the part time job because my new full time job is in the same damn building. I need to figure out how to tell these fuckers I just won't do it. But I won't because I'm not that kind of person. I actually give 2 shits about the well being of individuals that I work with. Except that bastard Ray. He can go die with his quickly faltering family.
I'm also pissed off at myself for not using all this time I'm sitting around more usefully ,doing something like writing instead of sitting here surfing the net. -
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This is me:
and I don't need to invent anything this week because these wonderful bastards just made an vital nanotech component for artificial photosynthesis. That's your weekly dosage of strange, wonderful and fucking awesome all rolled into one.
Someone just told me she shows my writing to new people where she works, and whoever doesn't like it she can rule out as potential friends. Since I've never met her before that's a hell of a compliment. Writing continues to improve: at this point I'm being paid to gamble, talk about whiskey, science, food and videogames. I'm also writing short stories, but have a while to go before breaking my self-imposed "Write and edit at least two hundred before showing any to anyone" rule. -
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CommentAuthorReverendJoe
- CommentTimeJul 12th 2008 edited
I'm getting tired of having gut problems. I had ulcerative colitus when I was a kid and had my colon removed and a j-pouch installed. It's been 21 years now and I'm still having issues with it. Nothing horribly painful or such, just really, really tiresome. I've just started getting into the j-pouch sites here on the interwebs (such as jpouch.org) and I'm hoping I can find something to help.
I'm also feeling the need to shed some of the people that I spend time with. Most of them are semi-literate at best and don't see much to the world beyond work, sports, and fucking the nearest willing vagina. There's just nothing about them I can connect to, but I hang out with them just because I'm used to it.
Other than that life is ok. I'm off overnights at work and loving it. Looking at buying myself a Nokia N95 8gig sometime next month (of course it will cost me several hundred dollars, but I'm justifying it by reminding myself the 5gig camera will save me from buying a separate digital camera.)
Going to go see Hellboy 2 tonight and then out for some drinks with a friend.
Oops, forgot a pic. This is me after walking a mile or so home from work in -30 weather. I had to thaw my beard out with a hairdryer to get my sweatshirt off.
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- CommentAuthorharchangel
- CommentTimeJul 12th 2008
Plans:
Making Michael's Miracle Brownies for friends while being harangued by crappy but entertaining movies...namely The Mummy 1 & 2....not my pics.
so what makes my brownies more of a miracle than yours?
i shall tell you.
take 2 boxes of Ghiradelli brownie mix and add the usual ingredients that the box insists are crucial to quality brownies then you add what it doesnt tell you like a madman. in this case:
Khalua
Amaretto
Godiva liquer
the zest of 2 oranges
the juice of about half an orange
2-4 heaping spoonfuls of hot fudge
2 Lindt dark chocolate bars.
mix well and bake till almost done.
add some ice cream to these warm piles of miracleness and call it a night. -
Happenings of the recent:
* Parents' garage door got smashed to shit by drunk 18yo and neighbour's kid, who only admitted to it after several jedi mind tricks and possibly a smack or two from his dad.
* COMICS STORE CLERK NO MORE! -Settling into my new job as a social marketer at 5min.com - a video tutorial startup. Still, will miss the store.
* Listening to a lot of Laurie Anderson for some unknown reason.
* Saw Waltz with Bashir which I can't recommend enough. I can think of very few films which hit the spot for me like this one did.
* Going to see the Digital Architecture exhibition at Helena Rubinstein hall for Modern Art in Tel-Aviv Museum tomorrow. It's about how game-changing technology (and specifically the personal computer) has been to the field of architecture. Fair well, straight line.
* Applied for an MBA program in Business and Consumer Psychology. I've officially given up on a PhD abroad (for now).
* I think my iPod Touch is the best PDA I've ever had. iPhone3G isn't there yet for as a smartphone, but it's damn near close to being the device I've always wanted to invent since I was a kid. It just needs to have biometric identification and then it can go on to act as my wallet, remote control, keys, and pretty much everything else. -
A guy who sleeps on the sidestreet outside our studio building woke up dead sometime in the night. Kenny was a decent fellah. Massive heart attack, they say. His third, apparently. I saw him just last night at about 6:30 as I was leaving the studio for a party...
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CommentAuthorJonathan Hickman
- CommentTimeJul 12th 2008
I did that thing where you buy an overpriced cup of coffee and then spill it into your laptop losing all current work.
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Bachelor for the weekend, while spouse is in Florida hanging with long time girlfriend. Curiously liberating is what that is really.
So what am I doing with the weekend's bachelorhood? Cleaning house. Really. I'm tired of living in clutter. It makes it hard to think.
I've been pondering what it would take to get started in webcomics. I'm not an artist, and although I am a decent writer, I know damned well that being able to write prose or technical documentation does not automatically grant one the magical ability to script out comics. I look at FREAKANGELS, and am amazed at how a story can evolve in the space of just six pages - and how Paul visually interprets Warren's writing, and how one can actually start to give a damn about a group of characters so quickly.
The good: I'm alive, upright, breathing and in OK health. That's always a mark in the 'W' column.
The bad: I met a friend last night for dinner sort of last minute, because he needed to talk about the possibility of his marriage coming apart after less than two years of marriage. Further proof that a tree can look healthy from outside, and be rotting to the point of falling the fuck over on the inside.
The ugly: When the spouse gets back from Florida, I have to explain to her that our marriage is done, and that we need to move on. Last night's unexpected dinner conversation was the kind of coincidence that makes it clear to me that it is indeed time to move on. Funny how the Universe sends you all kinds of signals, from "You're a fucking idiot" to "Time to get the Hell outta Dodge".
I'll end this with my "official" Con Chair photo for the Balticon 42 souvenir book. And yeah, I look like that most of the time.
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CommentAuthorsteveburnett
- CommentTimeJul 12th 2008 edited
My day started with calling 911 to have police speak with a fellow at the edge of my property shouting "GET THE HELL OFF MY BRIDGE" (a bridge crosses the creek that is my backyard), "twelve hundred dead" and other fragments. Seriously, I could hear him relatively clearly from over sixty yards and I was inside, and he kept it up for over a half-hour. I hope he got some help he needed.
Spent the next eight hours driving half of that time and the other half helping a nonagenarian relative move.
Leaving in the next few minutes to drive downtown to a venue I am performing at tomorrow evening to record ambient foundsound from the locale, the building, and environs to use in tomorrow night's performance during which I will loop and process tonight's sounds for the audience in order to take them on a twentyfourhourlong timejump to yesterday.
Then, perhaps a party.
Also, should eat.
My new biz cards will have either of these two images, haven't decided yet:
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CommentAuthorFauxhammer
- CommentTimeJul 12th 2008 edited
I have just declared myself God-King of another forum. I bear my responsibility gravely.
I don't need worshippers; I need warriors.
Quite a few of my friends have come here with me, and it's a good feeling. I feel more confident. I'm definitely a pack creature. I need my pack around me to function efficiently.
Aside from a deity and monarch, I want to be Great in a real way. I was listening to a podcast on which voice actor Steven Blum was featured. I want to be great like that.
I'm currently gutting out my Big Story Idea. It had become kind of unwieldy; I want to keep the Joseph Campbell/Dropkick Murphys/Chow Yun Fat gestalt, but I need to trim some weight. I don't know if I'm doing this right.
I just ate a burrito the side of my smaller cat. It was amazing.
My body is continuing to change--muscle and sinew under newgrown fat. It's kind of interesting, in a way. I still miss being skinny, but the New Thew Revue isn't too bad, either. I am growing stronger, but not leaner. I might just go back to smoking. Maybe nicotine lozenges. I'd rather not, but this "tubby" shit is a mug's game.
Here's my picture. The T-shirt is made by a good friend of mine.
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one of my rats got into the hole in my matress the other day. she's a wise beast and wouldn't be fooled by any tricks to lure her out with food. eventually i left her in there and went out. she got bored, came out and fell asleep in a box of polystyrene.
at a friend's house just now i met a girl who stunned me into silence with something she said. that doesn't happen too often.
my best friend is getting married in 14 days to another friend of mine. so far it's cost me £180. that's the suit i bought, the hotel, the gift. i hate suits. she's lucky i like her enough, or i'd turn up naked. why is someone else's wedding costing me money?
oh right, picture:
i am grant morrison's stunt double. i sleep with beautiful women so he can stay at home and take drugs. -
@Jonathan Hickman
Fuck.