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Archive for July, 2008
Engineeress? Hot nardly.
Jul 31st
But I’m working on it.
So last night we recorded a second podcast. Evo’s still working through his format, ideas, length and such. Last week he chatted with Rick Stringer (no pressure on your first time, Debbie) and Chuck Reynolds. Last night it was Evo and Sheiladee and Tyson Crosbie and me, just talking.
And now instead of just running the equipment, he’s making me edit and blend and crop and shit. He says it’s because he just doesn’t want to do it himself, but he’s sure putting a lot of trust in me. Either that or he just doesn’t care, in which case why do it at all?
Of course, after I got home last night around 9:30 I couldn’t wait so I was up till 1 am getting episode 2 just right. And sometime this afternoon I need to go back over episode 1 and clean it up. He still needs to record the closing stuff, thank yous and contact information. And build some place on the internet to stick this stuff.
(For the record Evo, I don’t know nuthin about birthing no website! Find some other sucker.)
You local podcasting people, we’re recording on Wednesday evenings (5 – 8ish) at Gangplank. There’s a little (extra warm) studio, a huge room full of tech geek people (usually playing Mario something on the Wii) and tables to work at. A rather nice place to hang out. I haven’t seen any alcohol yet, but there’s hope. I think the podcasting equipment is available for you to use if you’ve the urge to slap something down. Or if you have an old set of headphones, or other spare stuff you’d like to give to a good home . . .
I've been thinking
Jul 29th
About an outfit (can’t think of it as a costume) for the Pimps and Ho’s party. Last year I missed the point until it was too late to come up with anything. I think I have enough stuff around here (after seeing that cabaret show) to put something together. I have a couple of corsets to choose from, and fishnet stockings. I’d need an appropriate bottom half and shoes. And red lipstick. I don’t wear lipstick but I’m sure I can find some. The shoes are what’s gonna kill me. Anything fuck-me enough I won’t be able to walk far in. How tacky would it be to wear sensible shoes while strutting between hotels? snowcalla or wickedgroovy, do either of you happen to have a feather boa laying around doing nothing?
Speaking of my dear roommates, you know y’all are invited back to the party? Your Spartanette costumes went over so well last time!
Contents of my prize basket
Jul 27th
Red mardi gras beads – I’ll probably give to Kira
Red elastic belt – for when I’m feeling tacky
Black feather – which fell out of my hair sometime/somewhere during parking lot episode #2
Black “je taime” thong – that I handed over to Ginnie
Sample pack of massage oil
Sample pack of lube
Sex Kitten bumper sticker/Pure Evil bumper sticker
Little satin pillow with pink fringe
Black with flames dice – gave to Casey for his new red car
Une journée pleine de faux pas
Jul 27th
Boy, yesterday was full of highs and lows and false steps and FUN!
The swap meet was a waste of time ↓ but we ended up going to a couple of other places before hitting pay dirt ↑ on the item she wanted. I suggested a restaurant for lunch ↑ because I’d been craving something specific and it turns out they don’t ↓ have it anymore. But I tried something new ↑ so that was cool.
(Just because you’re not a flowery person, it doesn’t mean that gorgeous items that ↔ happen to have flowers on them don’t make you look gorgeous, too.)
Damn, was it hot yesterday. Some bank thermometer said 101°F but I think it was hotter than that. The humidity was nasty.
Anyway, hung with them ↑ for a bit in the pool. Checked my phone twitter after and CAsizemore had posted he was getting dinner and then meeting machinegirl and I to go to a Burlesque show. Wha? When did that get planned? I called machinegirl and confessed I’d ↓ forgotten. My bad. I raced home and colored my ↑ own hair (because Ladawn ended up having other plans, too) and raced back to Tempe ↑ in time for a drink ↓ before the show.
↑↑↑↑ Romantasy Cabaret:
Act one: Cool! (Have another drink Debbie ↓ )
Intermission: I have a great buzz on.
Act two: Better! (Have only one more drink Debbie ↓↓ cuz they’re small) Win a prize basket ↑ for being the first in the audience to have a pink lighter ↑ and run up to the stage. Okay, so it’s actually purple but I told her it only looked purple ↓ because of the yellow stage lights. machinegirl won a prize ↑ for having a tube of whore-red lipstick and they made her jog up and down so her booblies ↑ would bounce.
Intermission: Out to my car so CA can stash his motorcycle helmet and I could charge my phone ↓ for a few minutes. I’m still walking okay, but the heat ↓ and no food since lunch (and the three apparently strong drinks) got to me and a-barfing I went ↓↓↓↓↓. A little better, so back inside for:
Act 3: Pasties ↑ ! Pole dancing ↑ ! Back outside for another round ↓ with my stomach! Wow, my head’s (and stomach) almost clear so back inside just in time to catch the nymphet in the fountain ↑ act.
We decided to go to Denny’s and yes I let machinegirl drive. I felt okay but better to be safe and all that. My phone wouldn’t charge in my car or with Ca’s port-a-charger gadget but by the time we ate I was fine. Took her home (and suddenly my car charger worked again) and called Casey, who only lives a couple of miles from her. He said I could crash there but neglected to inform me he already had a houseful of sleepovers. I’m too damned old for the floor, so after hanging there (and giving out some of the stuff from my prize basket – those fuzzy dice look better in his new car) for another hour I headed home. To die.
Roller coaster day and all mistakes were mine. But I had a great time anyway!
Come Saturday Morning
Jul 26th
Of course, up at 5. For no reason. This is going to be a really long day.
First stop, gas.
Second stop, breakfast.
Third stop, groceries.
At some point today I have GOT to get my car washed. I’m embarrassed by it. Earlier this week I agreed to meet up with friends and go to the swap meet today. She’s on a mission for a specific item, I just want to hang out with them. And I can’t remember if I’m supposed to meet them at 10 or 11.
I have GOT to color my hair today. Yet another thing I’m embarrassed about. My roots are glowing! There’s a birthday thing for a new friend at The Yucca Tap tonight. Maybe I can hang out with Ladawn this afternoon and talk her into coloring my hair. I hate doing it myself. I always miss some obnoxious spot. She’s going tonight too. I hate that just about everyone I currently hang with is in Tempe/Chandler and I’m way out here across Mesa. With the price of gas, I hate driving back and forth.
Though I miss doing Wingin’ It 3D, I certainly don’t miss that drive every weekend.
Only 33 days left til Dragon*Con! Only 19 days left til NME! Okay, I’m still not positive about the NME thing. I want, I want, but my options at the moment are to ride up with my son and his bunch, ride up with a friend – who always seems uncomfortable around me so I dunno if he’s shy or if he’s just being “nice” – either way that might be a really uncomfortable trip, or I shell out the dough and fly. I don’t have a room yet either. Can’t decide anything until Paycheck Friday, then see how the rates have gone up since last time I checked. I WILL NOT let NME financially interfere with D*C. Priorities!
Yeah, that was weird about the timing. I mentioned to Casey about going to Vegas that weekend and he wanted to go. Not to the event, just ride up and back together. That evolved into his whole gang going for the same weekend . . . one big no-kids partying weekend! Culminating with a trip up the Stratosphere on Sunday to surreptitiously dump Ed’s ashes from the top. Dunno if that’s legal. I doubt it. But Ed loved Vegas and that’s what he always said he wanted. Okay, he was always intoxicated when he’d say that but what the hell.
Hey, it’s finally late enough for stuff to be open! Off I go . . .
A Little Song, A Little Dance, A Little Seltzer Down Your Pants
Jul 23rd
Whodafuck uses seltzer anymore?
Ain’t had much to say lately that isn’t the same old shit.
Apparently the Ex has someone reading my LJ and I say welcome to it. My opinion, my journal, bite me. Feel free, dear reader, to post comments. Just don’t be a pussy and make them anonymous posts. You got something to say? Back it up with a name.
Found out on MySpace that my niece is preggers. Laughing a little that my evilsister is going to be a grandma soon. Though she’s five years older than me, I always hit most of life’s milestones before she does. She beat me to the divorce thing AND has since remarried – for the better I think. I don’t like him, but she’s happy and he’s still around after umpteen years. Good on ya.
Casey ended up with a red Dodge Neon. I babysat yesterday so his roommate/babysitter could get some business done. Not today though! I have stuff to do!
I’ve been sticking pretty close to home the last few days. Gotta make that dollar stretch, you know. I figured out that once I pay my bills on the first of the month, I will have money for NME in Vegas AND a bit for D*C. I just don’t have any money now. Catching up on my car payments really left me broke. No regrets, just makes it tough.
Tonight I’m going back to Gangplank and this time I really need to jot down these steps. My memory sucks and I don’t want to screw this up.
Something going on Friday night. Something going on Saturday night. Hey! I finally have a life! Go me.
Words I want to use
Jul 19th
Dodgy. I can’t think of an American word that means quite the same thing.
He’s a bit dodgy, isn’t he? That smells a bit dodgy. (Is that spelled correctly?)
A little off. Not quite right. Suspect. Great word.
Brilliant! Over here, brilliant still means well, brilliant. Extra smart, extra intelligent, extra shiny. A measurable and above average amount. “They” seem to have diluted the meaning to just above normal, special maybe. Brilliant sounds better than Awesome. We’ve diluted awesome.
But you can’t be dodgy and brilliant at the same time, can you?
Where does the time go?
Jul 19th
I feel like I haven’t had 10 minutes at home. Besides sleeping, that is. In and out. My DVR must be ready to explode.
Thursday morning I took Casey over to look at the available cars on this one lot. The deal is, every car on the lot is the same price, you’re actually paying for a certain level of warranty. Finance $8,999 – $10,999 for a warranty and a little down payment gets you a car. Anyway, he needed to gather paperwork so we had to come back the next day. Dropped him off at work and went to hang out at Ladawn’s. Fantastic lunch – she’s a pastry chef when the kids are back at school – and then we took the kids to the pool.
HUGE MYSTERY:
These whatchamacallits were spread out next to the pool and we cannot figure out what they were. Up close it looks like someone used a cookie squirter to squirt out little sour cream and chive instant potato cookies. Next to the pool. On a shower curtain. And then left.
After her kids were picked up, we played dress up. She’s helping me take more glamorous shots and this is a sample; one of the best actually.
Notice you don’t even have to see my face!
I left there and picked up Casey to take him home and he freaked out. I still had the corset on, just to annoy him. I changed back into normal wear and met CASizemore and new friends at Chili’s for dinner before the midnight show of The Dark Knight. That is the best movie I’ve seen in a long time. The Joker pwned that movie. I don’t really care for this interpretation of Batman. There’s no humor. That character is really one-dimensional and depressing. But Heath Ledger was absolutely riveting as the Joker. I know people will tend to give him extra credit because of his tragic death, but seriously he was phenomenal in that role. And I normally don’t use words like phenomenal. Awesome!
I was supposed to stay at Casey’s but the butthead latched his back gate and I couldn’t get in and ended up driving all the way home . . . where I slept maybe four hours before heading back over so we could do this car dealio. FOR FIVE HOURS. I left him there with his new red Dodge Neon (I can’t remember the year) and came home to die for a couple more hours.
Then Ladawn held a gun to my head invited me to go out last night and see this band perform at a rockabilly club in Phoenix. I’m actually twitter friends with one of the guitar players so it was nice to meet him, and I’ve met his girlfriend/wife/roommate/SO before. She’s one of our PodcampAZ people. I had a good time. We went back to the guy’s house for an after party thing and then I dumped Ladawn at her place and finally got home around 3:30 this morning.
And I wake up and there’s no twitter! Grrrr.
Things are gonna start happening to me NOW!
Jul 16th
So why do I still feel like a Jerk sometimes?
But not as much of a jerk as my ex. Seriously. On my way out tonight I stopped at the gas station up the road and Buck’s truck was right in front of me. I walked past him in the line and he didn’t look up. I was about 5 people behind him and he paid for his smokes and walked out, looked at my (obvious) car and got in his truck and peeled out. Pussy. Can’t even look at me. Fucktard.
I went to Gangplank Central to check it out and finally get involved. Evo is attempting to teach me the engineering stuff so he doesn’t have to do it. On the one hand, it doesn’t seem that hard. On the other, each step is vital and I fear I’ll miss one. I didn’t get the chance to take notes but I’ll be sure to next time. And this is what he posted later on twitter. Damn, I hope I don’t screw this up.
From there I stopped by Casey’s for a moment to make the plan for tomorrow. He finally has his DL so we’re going to check out car lots before I take him to work.
I was supposed to meet friends tonight for dinner and to see The Dark Knight, but the organizer had his days mixed up so we’re going tomorrow night instead. Everybody oopses.
Life is good.
And I met Rick Stringer! And twitter friends ChuckReynolds and JMoriarity.
Oh yeah, the second act of Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog is up. They’re not up for long so see it today!
