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- CommentAuthorCasey Moore
- CommentTimeAug 28th 2010
By the way, 5 years ago today I was in a friend's apartment in Starkville, MS with my wife, son and mother watching our world come crashing down and the grim meathook future descend on this city I love.
We had just moved here in June before Katrina.
Some days it feels like it was forever ago, and other days it feels like yesterday.
I am thankful everyday we made it through alive and had a home to come back to. Less than a 100 yards away people weren't so lucky. A lot has changed in 5 years for us and for NOLA. Some things haven't. But the one important thing the storm did for me is it made me realize how much I love this city and area and dig my feet in the ground and now I refuse to leave.
I invite everyone to come on down to New Orleans. Drop a line on Whitechapel if you do. There are a few of us here (and we still need to have that meet up). We will show you our city. Give me enough warning and I will make sure you get a good home cooked meal here.
5 years ago. Natural and man made disasters. We survive though. -
@ Casey Moore
New Orleans is a city I plan to visit at least once before I shuffle off this moral coil. -
I maintained radio silence for most of the day; the merest mention of Glenn fucking Beck sent me into fits of rage and despair. Thank god that's over - not so much with a bang as with a whimper - and I can go back to thinking about what's really important. Speaking of, Warren, if you still have that robotic Jack Kirby head on your desk, wish it a happy birthday for me...
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@ JonCarpenter
I get angry and upset at the stupidity of our society and systems, that those at the top can get rich by keeping others down - in minimum wage jobs, in crap housing, with no hope and no prospects. And upset that we have a government of obnoxious, reptilian evil cunts. Yes, they replaced a government of authoritarian, incompetent cunts, but they weren't quite as awful. These bastards should be forced to make announcements with no trousers on, so that the public can see that they get stonking hard-ons every time they talk about public sector cuts.
This.^
But I should be asleep. Otherwise, nothing to complain about really. Night all. -
Back from Fan Expo. Tired, sore and my wallet is screaming. I got some beautiful prints as well as two trades. One of the prints was a beautiful Michael Cho print of Robert Johnson that I bought for my music journalist father. He loves it and will be framing it and hanging it up in his office.
I also finally got myself a Ghostbusters shirt and I swear, if I get ONE MORE pick up line involving who I should call or how I will be called or any of that sort, I'm going to go fucking nutso.
And now I'm going to go vomit chips because, since I've gone off dairy and bread temporarily, that was the only thing I could eat at the con. FOR TWO DAYS.
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Spent the last few hours going over a childhood memory. Someone favorited a restaurant on Facebook (Franky & Johnnys in New Orleans as a matter of fact), and I was immediately there, four years old, sipping a Shirley Temple while my mom waited tables, waiting for her to get off of work. Other times, I'd sit outside on the cool concrete steps of one of my aunt's friends' houses, both of us waiting for my mom to appear so we could go home. The damp air, was it that close to the river?...playing on the steps that led up to the house and finally laying down and letting the coolness touch my face. Facebook - the new madeline of memory. What will my son remember about me when I'm gone?
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It's been a hell of a week.
I screenprinted a special project for Amanda Palmer, took over as the lady in charge at the studio while bossman is away at Burning Man and have been freaking out how I have one and a half weeks left to finish my stuff for SPX. Today, I went to Coney Island where Dr. Sketchy's held a flashmob with a beautiful model dressed up as a mermaid, complete with hot pink sparkly tail. Then I coaxed Molly into riding on the Cyclone and laughed at her squeals.
Also, I won the creepiest prize ever:
I also had a vision last Sunday about a videogame that will be simple yet beautiful. So now, with all that spare time I have lying around, I'm working on putting together a team of artists and developers to make this happen. I'll probably document the whole experience on a gaming blog from planning to execution. I went hunting at a party last night, but proceeded to drink so much that I spent the first half of today a huddled, shivering mess of hangover.
You're my personal messiah because you don't judge me when I'm hugging the tiles. -
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CommentAuthorAurora Borealis
- CommentTimeAug 28th 2010
Got my job back, yay!
Got called on Tuesday whether I want to return within a week or two, said "sure" and then got a second call two hours later if I can come in TOMORROW. So now I'm back at work, sliding the standing tv sets under these rubber bands that hold them to the pallets (so that they don't fall off or slide around) and plug in the power cord.
1200-1500 times a day.
I need to buy some new speakers/stereo thing cause the ones I'm using... well... I think I just lost part of the midrange in the left one and the upper half of bass and most of high range in the other one. Music sounds strangely jarring now at times (especially guitars).
No major dramas in my life at this very second other than the fact that day work leaves me with too little free time to really make something, but I'll get back into the groove in a bit. First two weeks are always the worst with that. -
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CommentAuthorCinnamonAndSpite
- CommentTimeAug 28th 2010
I feel those Autumn Ghosts haunting this week. After semi-surviving a long summer, the nights have been dashing me between too-cool and too warm, and I keep forgetting to pack a light scarf to make my neck warm while the AC is on at work.
@Rachel is not alone in the feeling stuck thing, I had that same very listless no-where kind of feeling this week Examining other accomplishments, wondering how it applied, coming to no particular conclusions. I myself keep hoping being stuck is some kind of life-school type situation where you learn before you FLY! But at the moment it seems to be more like the winds of change bring nothing more than sticking my nose out of my burrow, staring up at the sky, and finding nothing but the fleeting promise.
Art21 has posted 4 new episodes to PBS, so that means I will be finishing up a Robot between raging and wondering at art. I would rant some about that but like always I feel unqualified to defend my ranting. Although I do wish that someone had sat me down at 16 and fully explained this too me, instead of flat declaring things I -should- go look up, in which I did and found no context for meaning with. Maybe they just didn't understand literal mindedness?
I will be off to Dragon*Con this week, which will be fun hopefully. I don't always react well to big crowds, which his a HILARIOUS quirk to be taking to a MEGA con like this one is. If I'm lucky I'll get to go see a Dali Show, have some tea, eat plenty of good food, and be well rested for the Atlanta heat and crowds. Maybe even see some old friends of mine. Sometimes I super miss being younger and stupider and more enthusiastic. Although it is quite a breakthrough that I cared as much about my costumes this year as those of my significant other. I may be slowly getting over the inherent issues of dating a very attractive dude.
Dirty, Filthy, Slim, Me. When will I find her again? Who knows...
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Dear PM +/or PLM:
Again, the week: Weird.
I attempted to ride a bike Sunday for the first time since the 1970s. (Dog dead, presents instead of presence, don't ask....) I had two good guides, but they had to reassure me that the innocent bystander watching me coast and spill on the weed-caulked, glass-strewn parking lot was being supportive. (I hate being exposed like that.) In any case, I managed to work coasting practice into practicing loading my bike on and off our bus system.
On my way home through the smoother-paved alleys, I noticed how many trees we have bearing fruit: Crabapples, peaches, apples. I'd never even considered turning crabapples into jam, but the trees are dropping fruit and even gleaners in these hard times haven't gotten to them yet. sigh
I try to compensate for the disappointment of my belated and meager container garden by going to the farmer's markets, a pastime just as costly as going up to the casinos up in Blackhawk. I excuse being weighed down with zucchini and cukes, garlic, onions, by saying that I'll cook more dinners: I actually have. A co-worker's helping me out with my 'putting up' obsession by giving me her tree's produce. They're in the crockpot now, for plum butter.
There's something about smelling slow-cooked fruit through the night that reminds me of Thanksgivings and Christmases as my grandmother started onions and sage for dressing, apples and sweet potatoes, for pies. I can take care of myself; the winter will have fruit in it. And massive school supplies, the way I'm going.
This week I began finalizing an independent study that will allow me to study stage combat and physically-based theatre, something my creative writing program doesn't normally do. It's almost distressing to no longer suppress in an academic setting disquistions on the fight choreography I love (CHUCK? Was robbed), or the evolving body of Lucy Lawless, from Xena to Spartacus, because I'm now with students who get it -- they wish they had access to mocap tech so they could make better unarmed combat games.
With my gray hair, it's too easy to say [insert optimistic youth-based cliche here], but since you know my heart, Personal Messiah (of short-duration: Mama's still praying for me, God rest her soul), you know what I mean. But, if you were a PM worth the stones, you'd make it so every brewpub in my state also brewed cider -- most of them import Strongbow to serve with their locavore cuisine. I know the licensing makes it tough, but if they finally allowed liquor stores to open Sundays, this can happen, can't it? Please?
Oh, yeah, I had to pay a highwayman called a plumber to cut off a garden hose from the faucet this morning. Still pissed that I didn't know that modern hoses leak without a washer, so tightening them bare only makes things much, much worse.... Took an afternoon at the yarn store, to sort myself out. Taught a woman to crochet, so I guess my karma's under repair
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Don't normally have much to say around here, but your invitation moved me tonight, Mr. Ellis.
Going to work on the remainders of a bottle of Absinthe I bought last week, distilled not too far from me in the Okanagan Valley. Yum.
Bought a couple of books today, haven't done so in a while (I love used book stores)...
Guess the whole quitting smoking thing might be regarded as sacrilegious here, but my lungs are going to stop healing so quickly in a few years...
I'm taking over the place I moved into a few months ago as my roommates are moving out, just signed a year lease. Ooh, responsibility.- Something filthy
edit: forgot to add, I played ping-pong at this pool hall in town against an apparent Saudi ping pong champion tonight. Pretty wild. His serves just cut that ball right through the air, man. -
- CommentAuthorCasey Cook
- CommentTimeAug 28th 2010
Hello Whitechapel. I am at work, where I am a nightwatchman of the internet, or more specifically, a weekend/overnight admin for a large webhosting company. I have had/am having a good week. Working the night time weekend shift is an odd thing, out of phase with the rest of the world, timeshifted 12 hours behind. I have been here for going on 5 months now and really like it.
I spent my time off this week playing the Age of Conan MMO, in theory because I wanted to check out Funcom's game engine as I am excited about their upcoming Lovecraft influenced MMO The Secret World, but the truth is I am just a sad game junkie bouncing from one shiny object to the next.
When not smiting savages in the name of Crom I spent some time working with my recently acquired Amplitube software. Amplitube is a first rate guitar amplifier modeler, with dozens of amp models, stomp boxes, speaker models, and even a crap load of different microphone models. Gear head that I am, there are so many toys to play with it's like having a music store at my disposal. Not much coming in the way of new songwriting yet, but I am still mentally recovering from my last band cratering back in Feb. The songs will come, right now I am digging into new tones instead of new tunes.
Just finished season 3 of Lost, which we skipped the first time around due to being too busy with the aforementioned band. It was a bit of a slog getting through this season at times, but friends tell me things pick back up now.
The Conan game inspired me to go back to the REH source material, which I snagged on the Kindle for my iPhone. It's great stuff and holds up a lot better than I expected.
Filthy- bathroom tub backed up twice this week, luckily we have a good plumber
Strange- taking a nap at 3am
Wonderful- the Netflix app for iPhone, which is really cool. I want the entire Netflix library available for streaming and I want it now. -
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CommentAuthorVal A Lindsay II
- CommentTimeAug 28th 2010
Tell me about your week.
This week has got to be the last week I'm not endeavoring to be creative. I've all these wonderful tools at my disposal and have no inspiration. Maybe it's unseen lack of companionship or depression on my part. Most likely it's from just laziness after doing my job. A friend suggested turning a room in my place into a studio and, even though there are only two, I think this might be a really good idea...
Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful.
Well, apparently someone found a torpedo at a construction site in Philadelphia . The part that's most entertaining...PennDOT spokesman Charles Metzger says a transportation department archaeological team found two men sitting on the torpedo drinking beers on Friday morning.
Or perhaps this; An airline leaving Heathrow to Hong Kong scared hell out of it's passengers when it abruptly played a recording stating they were experiencing technical difficulties and about to land in the sea. Not too awesome if flying is your phobia of choice. Ok, that's all I got...
Tell me exactly why I am, indeed, your very own Personal Messiah and/or Patagonian Love Monkey.
Because you have the biggest testicles of steel known to us all and if banshees wrote stories they'd still pale in comparison to yours. You compel us, Mr. Ellis. You compel us to think, interact and participate. If those aren't reasons enough, I'm not sure what are.. -
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CommentAuthorRootfireember
- CommentTimeAug 28th 2010
Fuck. It's Saturday. How did that happen? I swear it wasn't night a minute ago; but anyhow, here I am, drinking mt.dew, chatting with the boy. Trying to get back on my feet after the convention. Didn't get concrud, thank gods,but the weather's trying to give me a sinus infection.
My city continues its slow and shuddering death, and with every attempt of the current powerholders to prevent that death, takes on a more Frankenstein-patchwork look. No bits of corpses here; just gracile signwork that can't serve its intended purpose, next to cracked and crumbling cement. It's not putting lipstick on a pig, it's taking a slab of pork, writing "oink" on it in sharpie, and expecting it to gallop about merrily.
Tell me exactly why I am, indeed, your very own Personal Messiah and/or Patagonian Love Monkey.
You know, I know it's not what you're thinking of, but the phrase Patagonian Love Monkey makes me think of a lemur in an alpaca wool hat and mittens handing out valentines. It would be totally, mind-numbingly adorable. And then I try to associate that with you, Warren, and my brain breaks. What was the question? Where'd my caffeine go? -
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CommentAuthorjoe.distort
- CommentTimeAug 29th 2010
a 69 car pile up happened on the freeway we were on on the way to the movie (REC2, brutal.) at the time we were on the freeway, but heading the opposite way. holy crap. todays been weird and productive and fun. -
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CommentAuthorReverendJoe
- CommentTimeAug 29th 2010
I'm piss drunk on a good deal of bourbon and Stella Artois. Spent most of the night with a stolen monkey puppet on one hand and a cigarette in the other, wandering around town with a good friend. This was after ditching another friend outside of the American Folk Festival by saying "I don't want to go to the hippie fucking festival with you, I'm going to get drunk instead" and walking off. I'm not usually the ditching friends kind, but he's the sort that has massive volumes of little quirks and things he doesn't like that he expects the entire world to memorize and conform to.
As for my week, I started hitting the gym seriously on Monday. My friend and I are going five days a week. He's a great workout partner in that he knows what he's doing and he'll push me, but not too far. It hurts to walk or sit down right now and I'm loving every minute.
The only filthiness that I have to report is that I enjoyed a lap dance with a stripper tonight while wearing the stolen monkey puppet. She told me that I couldn't touch her, but the monkey could. -
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Nah, not space cakes, cakes of light. Entirely different. Containing my own specially made ingredients. Google them.
In other news, I've gone totally fucking mad and am opening a retail business in the west country. -
My week was a four day Colorado mountain town stand up tour, which was totally awesome. We did some rather humorous radio time that was actually with a human being, which is apparently what you find in stations that can't broadcast past the borders of their village. We also managed to end up on morning television in Vail.
I'm the one who tells a live audience at 8 o'clock in the morning that the secret to comedy is to keep the hate that lives inside you and to project it out at audiences.
We were still quite drunk at 8 o'clock in the morning.
On the way back I got a transcription job that I'm currently taking a break from because it's been basically twelve straight hours of typing with a short stint telling ha ha stories in a burrito joint, of all places. Pays very well, though of a very temporary nature. Monday it's off to Telluride to show movies to people then another paycheck. The super fun part of all this is that until I get that paycheck I have exactly twenty dollars cash.
That's enough, right?
Right?
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Last week was a pretty regular week. Work. More work. Some more work after that. Family time. Sunday breakfast and grocery shopping with my wife. My favorite part of the week.
This coming week is the fun one. Both kids have school performances to go see. My daughter is in a dance troop and my son in playing piano with various combos from his school. Looking forward to both shows, but it's also a busy week at work so I'll be doing some extra hours other nights to make up the time.
I've been rereading Cerebus for the past couple of months. The whole works, letter pages and essays included. I'm up to 280 and I'm taking a break for a few days or a week. I really had a tough time getting through the Three Wise Guys stuff.
Before that I spent a week reading the entirety of Y The Last Man. Brilliant. It's always a thrill when Pia Guerra shows up on the REWORK/REMODEL thread. I need to find out what she's got out there now. I haven't seen any books she's done since Y finished. That was a while ago. Anyone know what she's got out there?
As always, an honor to visit with the Internet Jesus. -
- CommentAuthoricelandbob
- CommentTimeAug 29th 2010
Good Morning Whitechapel!!
You are indeed my Patagonian Love Monkey because you help teach me the facts of life on a near daily basis. Plus light also shines out of your Orifices on a nightly basis...
Alas i´m skint right now and i don´t get paid till Tuesday. Luckily we still have 3 bottles of wine left over from the flatwarming party the previous weekend so no DT's here this weekend. But i´m alone and naked here right now as Sigga has gone off to work a temporary second job this weekend. We're now starting to feel the pinch up here and we may need to start taking second jobs to help buy nice things, like Electrricity and internet connections... and Beer! Will probably have to take some bar work up again, as well as continue my writing.
As for the writing, Some last minute stamping on the keyboard and the latest issue of our paper came out on Friday. Damn fine read, although all my stuff still seems to have plenty of spelling mistakes. i think our proof reader may have a drinking problem or something. But afterwards we all got together in a traditional UK style "lets get drunk after work on a Friday", which doesn´t really happen in Iceland. Here the editor and staff reporter said they think i´m ready for interviews and they want me to interview some of the acts for this years Iceland Airwaves festival! Now this is VERY cool and i said "I´LL DO IT!!", followed by a prompt "oh Shit!" as this would mean having to talk to people on a professional level, which i am very poor at (At my job in a bank, they though i had aspbergers or something), so now i´m going to interview Mount Kimble this week and i´m cacking it. Hooray to being a journalist!
and we are getting a cat in two weeks! I will rear it in my own image and it will be fearsome and cute at the same time.
PS - This is how small a world we live in. We have a very popular metal band in Iceland named Sólstafir, of whom i´m very good friends with. they left this week to play at a rock festival in Norway. There they were assigned a hospitality co-ordinator... who was none other other than our very own Oda Elisabeth! Have just had an online chat with her to get the juicy details (She really liked the drummer). But sometimes, this world can be waaaay to small to be truly anonymous anymore...
No recent pics here, but i promise to get you one for the next time...