Not signed in (Sign In)
    • CommentAuthorStefanJ
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
     (9203.21)
    This week really whipped by fast. Productive at work. Tired and a bit depressed afterwards . . . mostly because of the weather, which is turning cold, rainy, dark.

    Looks like I'll be losing a week or more of vacation. That is, I didn't set aside the time, thinking I could finish a big project at work and then go relax somewhere without work on my mind. Hah. I'll be taking afternoons off now and then to the end of the year, but its not the same as just taking off.

    Went downtown to see Four Kings this afternoons, bought some Green Lantern collections at Powell's, and ate at one of Portland's cool little restaurant wagons. This has put me in a much better mood.

    Autobiography? "Who The Hell Would Waste Their Time Reading This?"
  1.  (9203.22)
    The sun goes down permanently for the next two months, the coming Tuesday.

    I should get one of those indoor sunlight lamps.
    •  
      CommentAuthormattk
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
     (9203.23)
    Rachael, I read the "lengthy explanation." I can relate just a bit to what you're going through; I've gone through multiple "mystery ailment" Hells and it is really, really hard.

    I don't know if it helps any to hear that, but to whatever extent is possible I understand and sympathize. Be well.
    • CommentAuthorales kot
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010 edited
     (9203.24)
    Tell me of your week.

    I almost went insane from the amount of work I had to deal with. No visible results, so it felt like I got nothing done. Decided to slow down for the weekend and not think about comics.

    You can see how that's working out.

    EDIT: Oh, and I love "Places" by Hong Kong in the 60's. Excellent album, thanks a lot.


    Tell me something of your future.

    My mum Skyped me and Zo about two hours ago to tell us that she's going to pay for our trip to India. Because she loves us, and because she's a wonderful human being. I'm also thinking about using a different publishing model for The Surface, the mini-series I'm working on with Dan. Different as in
    no one does it like that. We'll see.


    Tell me what the name of your autobiography will be.

    AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
    •  
      CommentAuthorNygaard
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
     (9203.25)
    Missed a lot of cool stuff this week, out of sheer work-related tiredness, compounded by badly judged priorities. But then again, my cup was running over with cool stuff. Long evenings with good people replaced attendance at lectures, impro theatre (promised to catch up next week) and the weekend's artsy role play festival. On the good side, I now have an excuse to interrogate people at length about the latter.

    Still reading things that makes me sad and angry, still trying and failing to write coherently about it. But I've done it before, so now I know that I can do it again. The kitchen timer trick from the lifehack thread seems to work, for a given value of "work".
  2.  (9203.26)
    @ mattk - thank you. thank you very much. mystery ailments are the ass. and lonely. especially when they permanently fuck with your vision, dexterity, and clarity.

    I forgot to add... that my week of recovery has been aided greatly by working my way through the entirely of Jeremy Brett's Sherlock Holmes. The amazing subtle control that man has on his facial expressions is something I could watch without dialouge for hours on end.

    Also, speaking of things I've watched while healing invovling impressive facial control, the expressions of Parick McGoohan's face in All Night Long are fabulous. Yeah, his american accent falters a bit, and the other actors are kind of terrible, but the jazz is AMAZING, and .... Patrick McGoohan is the sort of actor who puts himself in the skin of his character so well, that watching him lie to his scene partner is insane. His eyes flicker and falter during his phrasing in just the right places.
    •  
      CommentAuthorDextra
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
     (9203.27)
    My autobiography title has been set for quite a while now - You've Been Warned: The Dextra Story. It's actually the title of my blog, as suggested by a friend of mine, because shit happens in my life that could only happen to me. And does, quite regularly.

    I started a new job earlier this month, and I'm very happy with it, even though the training schedule leaves something to be desired. Due to the building being remodeled, my class' schedule is 5:30 am to 2:00 pm. I'm used to working nights. I just finished the third week, and I'm just now starting to get used to it. I only vaguely recalled the first week. Glad they didn't teach us anything of grave importance.

    I have had a BUSY couple of days. I hauled ass to the theater after work yesterday to see Harry Potter, and managed to get into one of the IMAX showings, which was supposedly sold out according to the internets. There were still plenty of seats, so I started furiously texting a fellow Potter fan, trying to entice him into joining me, but no such luck. Boo. But the movie was full of win and smothered in awesomesauce, so I forgot all about that.

    Then today I drove up to Denver to meet up with some friends of mine that were on vacation from Louisiana. We had planned on going to the art museum to see the King Tut exhibit and then go eat at Buckhorn Exchange for lunch. Our planning sucked, apparently. The museum lost power and sent everyone packing (not until we got our money back, since we never got past the fucking lobby). Then we called the restaurant, and apparently they don't do lunch on Saturdays. Well, shit. We ended up going to the aquarium and then the Mexican restaurant across the street. I had a good time, and so did they. And their little girl, who I haven't seen since she was a baby (she's 3 now), treated me like she knew me her whole life. "Aunt Dex! Aunt Dex! Come see!" she was squealing about every 2 seconds. It was cute.

    After all that, I had about an hour and a half drive home. I had to hit Target, because I needed drugs, movies and shoes. And because my ass was dragging by 5 pm, I went over to my favorite Starbucks, which is conveniently tucked into the side of a Barnes & Noble. An eggnog latte and a couple of cheap movies later, and I'm home. I shall end my thrilling day by drinking all the beer my friends couldn't take with them on the plane and watch Scott Pilgrim.

    Tomorrow I have about nine million things that need doing that I put off for the sake of good times. Being a grownup. It sucks.
    • CommentAuthorOddcult
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
     (9203.28)
    FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU...

    That's all.
    •  
      CommentAuthorMark R
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
     (9203.29)
    Tell me of your week.
    Work is slow and boring right now. In the lull between the biking season and the holiday buying season. Starting to sweep the finish off the tiles. Planning for next season is happening, but it's hard to stay motivated when there's absolutely nothing pushing me to do so. A bike shop in November in Wisconsin may be the quietest place on Earth.

    Went to the Doc on Tuesday, and he confirmed the big angry blister rash that spread from my shouder blade to my pectoral was in fact shingles. Could take anywhere from a month to six to finally clear out. Not life changing, but it feels like my armpit hair is on fire. Starting to get annoying. Glad I caught it on the front side of things, Doc said if I'd let it go it could have become permanent. Antibiotics and nerve pain meds to clear it.

    Tell me something of your future.
    The holidays are right around the corner. Fuck. It means a bunch of feigned happiness and general BS that I could do with out. I sometimes wish I could go back to a time where the season was about toghetherness and fellowship instead of who has the best Black Friday deals or who got the biggest present. My hope for my future is that I can see the magic of the season through my new daughter's eyes and find the wonder that I once knew it was.

    Tell me what the name of your autobiography will be.
    Moments Spent
    •  
      CommentAuthoroldhat
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
     (9203.30)
    Also forgot to mention. I hit the 60lb weight loss mark earlier in the week. eight more pounds and then I've hit my weight goal.

    Also, I have discovered the wonders of Ola Dubh. Ale aged in whiskey casks. I repeat: ALE AGED IN WHISKEY CASKS. I have the 16 year one now. It's beautiful.
    •  
      CommentAuthorbrittanica
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
     (9203.31)
    This week's been slightly blurry. I honestly don't remember much of it. There was work and not-work. I made cookies and stuff w/ my mom yesterday, and that was fun. And spent a good time on IRC w/ Klaus and crew last night, coming up w/ a great way to get in on the superhero-porn-parody trend...
    22:38 VKlaus Batmans 2: 5 Batmans
    22:38 VKlaus Batmans 3: NO ROBINS ALLOWED
    22:38 VKlaus Batmans 4: Night Wings

    I'll let you guys guess the plot. And, you know what's really bad? Part of me actually wants to make these movies. I'm not very sexual at all, and yet I still want to write and direct (but definitely NOT be in) a series of porn movies.
    So I guess that covers "Tell me something of your future."
    My autobiography? Hm... "An Exercise In Futility."
    •  
      CommentAuthorCameron C.
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
     (9203.32)
    autobiography:


    autobiography


    SCRAMBLED CIRCUITS: VOLUME 1: RECOUNTING A NUMBER FAILED ATTEMPTS TO SAVE THE WORLD

    Collects Scrambled Circuits #1 - 6


    shrug. Yesterday was awesome. The rest of the week sucked.
    •  
      CommentAuthordispophoto
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
     (9203.33)
    Funny oldhat menrions the via train, im currently on one heading back to the arms of my babe in montreal from toronto, mooching their free wifi thru mu aging ipod touch. Which explains my shit spelling. Also, through safari their network nazi filter claims that the whitechapel main page is high bandwidth & wont allow access. To Opera, then. No spell check included.

    But. Anyway.

    Spent the week in toronto, 3 days filmong instru tional videos for a literacy program, then the weekdays/nights filming translations of news articles in asl then editing them with graphics to provide samples for a national news organization, hoping to get a solid investment to fund our fledgling media company.

    The future. Hm. I predict a lot of bouncing around between cities, and then heading to eastern europe in february. After that, lots more contract jobs and media stuff.

    My book of me. Mmm... "lost in the haze". Being hard-of-hearing sucks, you're in a cultural limbo, neither deaf nor hearing, but possess cultural aspects of both, but communication is a serious pain with the hearies, and you dont feel you completely belong with the deafies. There's always a feeling and/or knowledge of something missing.

    High comedy: two hard-of-hearing people trying to carry on a conversation over the telephone.
    •  
      CommentAuthor-3-
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
     (9203.34)
    Tell me of your week.

    Insane in a good way. New webcomic launching this weekend, so i've been holed up in my cave cranking out a six week back-log of strips to give myself a good buffer.

    Tell me something of your future.

    I live in America. We don't have a future. (Hmm... not too cynical, eh?)

    Tell me what the name of your autobiography will be.

    The Third Road. (Referencing The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost - i opted to cut a new trail and forge a 3rd road rather than just the road less traveled by.)
    • CommentAuthorDarkest
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
     (9203.35)
    Tell me of your week: Progress has been happening. Job Applications have been sent out, I have arranged social events and my driving lessons begin to progress. Also I went to see some local bands and drink. Not been creative for a while, letting ideas forment.

    Tell me something of your future: Short term Job and moving out of parents house. Thus to fund my world domination attempts.

    Tell me what the name of your autobiography will be: Simply I think...

    Quiet Loner
  3.  (9203.36)
    Slow week. It doesn't feel like I am doing much on this show, and truth is I really am not. Part of me wants to find an indie or short film going on during the holidays and work on that on set or in any capacity just to feel like I am really contributing something to a film. It sucks to feel this way since I love our creatives and I truly love working in film and tv production.

    I think I have come up with a story idea for a script to write and then pitch to a friend who does utlra low budget horror films. Plan on writing it up over the holidays. Looking forward to going to work on the 2nd Season of Memphis Beat or landing on one of the big films coming to New Orleans at the beginning of the year.

    Biography title: Bourbon On the Rocks.
    •  
      CommentAuthorLazlo23
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010 edited
     (9203.37)
    the week: I continued to feel my soul slowly evaporate while operating man's most infernal non weaponized invention... the leaf blower. we refer to "Operation: Futile Endeavor" as the act of attempting to wrangle colourful tree waste into a pile against Mother Nature best efforts. The transmuting of fossil fuels into noise & air pollution under the pretext of "cleaning up" the environment seems like a contradiction to me. My only solace is that soon we will be laid off and i will have to acquire some other humiliating soul evaporating occupation.

    the future: i will be a successful and influential video game designer. this is the mantra i recite when i feel my soul sloughing off due to the small engine vibration applied directly to my spinal column. i need to create enough wealth in my life to be considered "eccentric" rather than being merely a "weirdo". i need to create something that matters.

    the autobiography: "Renewed by Fire"

    here's me in my workspace:
    me in my workspace...
    •  
      CommentAuthorcelan
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010 edited
     (9203.38)
    Week? On a physical level, I was in Boulder, CO, USA last weekend for a seminar on pulse diagnosis and felt weird trying to acclimate to the altitude there. Getting back to sea level was wonderful...I slept like a champ and was mildly euphoric on the day following my return. On an emotional level, I'm at one of those points when you turn a corner and, after a period of more intense madness and despair, are just like "fuck it" and decide to be happy again.

    Future? Hunkering down for the winter. Finishing the EP.

    The autobiography? Vaguely Embarrassing But True.

    @Tap
    and just how weird is it to have practice sessions twice a week, huh?

    For a single band, almost unheard since I've been over age 30. But I do have two bands that practice per week...and I'm always wanting to quit one of them to reclaim the head-space.
    • CommentAuthorsnafu
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010 edited
     (9203.39)
    My week was fucking brilliant. I landed a job that I'm actually looking forward to. Spent a lot of the week closing up shop here in Sydney and making arraignments to move to Dallas Texas, Never been to Dallas but have friends and friends of friends there so it's good.

    The near future includes a 5 day stopover in Honolulu to decompress. Then on to Dallas for home and school shopping. Long term? Who the fuck knows? If I've learned anything in the past year it's that life is an unpredictable bitch, but ya gotta love her anyway.

    Autobiography? What's the word for when you're tipping back on two legs on your chair and you almost go over, but catch yourself at the last instant. Whatever that is, it's the name of my book. Hmmm. I have the feeling I've stolen that from someone, but I can't remember who said it. Maybe I'm hallucinating. That wouldn't be a bad title.
    • CommentAuthorCasey Cook
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
     (9203.40)
    The week-
    I am midway through the busiest week I have had in awhile, in terms of doing things that don't involve work or being at home. Went to see the Miami Dolphins lose to the Chicago Bears on Thursday, hate losing but nice to get to the stadium. We've had season tickets for years but I have only been able to go to a couple of games this season, working nights as I am.

    The near future
    When I get off work in the morning we're driving an hour south to see the NASCAR race in Homestead. The cliche of the NASCAR fan isn't undeserved, but the races are fun and the cars are really loud, fast, and impressive when seen in person. Monday I'll be taking my guitar and heading over to a local bar to jam with some friends who are in town after working a cruise ship gig. Been a long time since I got out to make a little noise, and although I am mentally foot dragging I know I'll have some fun.

    My autobiography
    Title TBD, this project is mired in development hell