Saturday, August 11, 2007
More from the Adirondacks
*On the way up I spend a lot of time reading, writing and listening to music. Music wise, I brought an eclectic mix of CDs mixing rock, soul, hip-hop and some Johnny Cash for good measure. Sheila sits across the table from me and listens in occasionally to some of my selections. At the beginning of the trip, she says she will listen to anything but rap. So at one point I put in Outkast's "Stankonia". As "Ms. Jackson" begins, Sheila starts to listen in. As the lyrics start I see her take her headset off, look over at me and say "Good one Jeff". (For the record, Outkast are the Beatles of hip-hop. But that's another matter for another day.)
Later on, Sheila listens along to Temple Of The Dog, Pearl Jam and Wilco. She expresses a liking for them.
*At one point on the second day of the drive-up I realize that Susan forwarded the home phone to her cell phone. I wonder aloud if that doesn't defeat the purpose of going on vacation.
*At Earl's house I shoot some footage of Gary drunk. One particular moment has him saying the word Gazebo. You then hear me saying "Spell it" and "There are Gazebos all over the world".
Due to an incident on a previous trip, the word Gazebo is to my father what Potato is to Dan Quayle. But of course my father is extremely intelligent, which is not something one can say for the now former veep.
*At one point on the trip we're playing Taboo. The word I get is Mad Cow Disease. So I say the first thing that pops into my head. "It's another way of saying PMS". I then offer some other hints. Eventually Matt gets it before the buzzer.
*One morning Lisa and I go for a relatively long walk. While walking, we're talking and cracking jokes. I get to talking about my then job at TAG and she talks about her job and how she enjoys it. I then get to thinking and observing aloud that we spend so much time trying to please other people rather than pleasing ourselves. I then talk a little about how I want to make movies and comment a little on my failed attempt at a romance with Darice.
*While driving back we pass through Bainbridge New York which is being advertised as the home of Elmer's Glue.
*While driving through Pennsylvania, we end up getting lost while trying to find the hotel.
*On the way up I spend a lot of time reading, writing and listening to music. Music wise, I brought an eclectic mix of CDs mixing rock, soul, hip-hop and some Johnny Cash for good measure. Sheila sits across the table from me and listens in occasionally to some of my selections. At the beginning of the trip, she says she will listen to anything but rap. So at one point I put in Outkast's "Stankonia". As "Ms. Jackson" begins, Sheila starts to listen in. As the lyrics start I see her take her headset off, look over at me and say "Good one Jeff". (For the record, Outkast are the Beatles of hip-hop. But that's another matter for another day.)
Later on, Sheila listens along to Temple Of The Dog, Pearl Jam and Wilco. She expresses a liking for them.
*At one point on the second day of the drive-up I realize that Susan forwarded the home phone to her cell phone. I wonder aloud if that doesn't defeat the purpose of going on vacation.
*At Earl's house I shoot some footage of Gary drunk. One particular moment has him saying the word Gazebo. You then hear me saying "Spell it" and "There are Gazebos all over the world".
Due to an incident on a previous trip, the word Gazebo is to my father what Potato is to Dan Quayle. But of course my father is extremely intelligent, which is not something one can say for the now former veep.
*At one point on the trip we're playing Taboo. The word I get is Mad Cow Disease. So I say the first thing that pops into my head. "It's another way of saying PMS". I then offer some other hints. Eventually Matt gets it before the buzzer.
*One morning Lisa and I go for a relatively long walk. While walking, we're talking and cracking jokes. I get to talking about my then job at TAG and she talks about her job and how she enjoys it. I then get to thinking and observing aloud that we spend so much time trying to please other people rather than pleasing ourselves. I then talk a little about how I want to make movies and comment a little on my failed attempt at a romance with Darice.
*While driving back we pass through Bainbridge New York which is being advertised as the home of Elmer's Glue.
*While driving through Pennsylvania, we end up getting lost while trying to find the hotel.
Friday, August 10, 2007
In The Never Ending Job Search
Been about a month since I left The Answer Group and I'm still looking for a job. I'm not one of those people who believes that the world owes me (or anyone else for that matter) a living. But when it gets tight, you find yourself questioning your beliefs. Not that I'm turning into a communist or anything. Have another interview lined up on Monday. Hope this one pans out.
In Other Sad News.
One of my closest friends from TAG went through a breakup. I sent her a message of condolence when I found out.
I would really like to invite her to come over so we could talk. I just need to think of a way to say it so it doesn't seem like I'm asking for a date. I like her a lot and I don't want to risk losing her friendship;
Cleopatra Jones
My friend from TAG wants to be an actress-model-singer. I could see her and I teaming up on a movie. Maybe her and I could co-write the script and she'd star in it.
Movies Or Bust
As I continue my job search I become more determined to get Desk Jockeys made and get Freakz finished. Let me get my movies written and made so I can focus on film making permanently and not be jumping from one corporate drone job to the next.
Random Thoughts From The Adirondacks
Last month I went vacationing with friends and family in the Adirondacks. If I had actually kept a journal while I was there I could probably fill at least 20 pages. Instead, here are some random observations and recollections:
*After setting out in the RV on the first day we stop at Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Usually when one goes in there, they're playing classic country music. Real country music, not that Redneck boy band shit that became popular over the last two decades. Anyway I walk in on that Thursday morning to get a table for our party of 6 and the first thing I hear is Dolly Parton's classic "Jolene". Reminds me of the days when music could be felt. Nowadays a lot of the music I'm not feeling. Thank goodness for the good artists that are still around.
*Upon arriving at the campsite, we find ourselves confronted by a couple of old humorless cretins who are in the campsite next to us. These humorless old ladies, we are informed, have been coming back to the camp at the same time every year because they were camping there one year with their father and he died. So now they view the place as if it were some burial ground and expect everyone else camping there to do the same. As my friend Earl put it: "Their father probably committed suicide from having to listen to them all the time". Anyway, their constant bitching makes it hard for us to have fun since they say we're always being too noisy. So some of us start fantasizing about immature and mean things to do to them. Earl suggests putting a dead fish in their camper's tires. Sheila thinks about getting some bullfrogs from the lake nearby and letting them loose in their camper. I fantasize about going by their campsite and tossing a few stink bombs. Of course none of us do that. But we do come close. Sheila admits to walking her dog over to their campsite one morning and letting him do his business right at the edge of it. I admit to passing by their site on the way to the showers and making a few farting noises in their direction. Luckily their constant complaining got to be too much for the park authorities and they moved them. Na na na na/na na na/Hey hey hey/Goodbye old crones.
*Fish in New York lakes and ponds appear to have grown brains. How else does one explain how you can be fishing in a lake full of fish and not catch one single solitary one. They gotta be thinking something like this.
Fish 1: Look. A hook with a worm.
Fish 2: Don't go near that hook you moron! Your cousin went near one and that was the last we saw of him.
Fish 3: He's right. You don't wanna end up on some gluttonous human's plate.
*We hear reports of bears in the area. But see no sign of Yogi and Boo Boo.
*Let this serve as a lesson. If you have a shirt you especially like, do not hang it on the ceiling of a pontoon boat covering. If it's a shirt you detest and you want to see it become fish food, go right ahead.
More thoughts sometime. Maybe even tomorrow. Who knows. Until then...
Been about a month since I left The Answer Group and I'm still looking for a job. I'm not one of those people who believes that the world owes me (or anyone else for that matter) a living. But when it gets tight, you find yourself questioning your beliefs. Not that I'm turning into a communist or anything. Have another interview lined up on Monday. Hope this one pans out.
In Other Sad News.
One of my closest friends from TAG went through a breakup. I sent her a message of condolence when I found out.
I would really like to invite her to come over so we could talk. I just need to think of a way to say it so it doesn't seem like I'm asking for a date. I like her a lot and I don't want to risk losing her friendship;
Cleopatra Jones
My friend from TAG wants to be an actress-model-singer. I could see her and I teaming up on a movie. Maybe her and I could co-write the script and she'd star in it.
Movies Or Bust
As I continue my job search I become more determined to get Desk Jockeys made and get Freakz finished. Let me get my movies written and made so I can focus on film making permanently and not be jumping from one corporate drone job to the next.
Random Thoughts From The Adirondacks
Last month I went vacationing with friends and family in the Adirondacks. If I had actually kept a journal while I was there I could probably fill at least 20 pages. Instead, here are some random observations and recollections:
*After setting out in the RV on the first day we stop at Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Usually when one goes in there, they're playing classic country music. Real country music, not that Redneck boy band shit that became popular over the last two decades. Anyway I walk in on that Thursday morning to get a table for our party of 6 and the first thing I hear is Dolly Parton's classic "Jolene". Reminds me of the days when music could be felt. Nowadays a lot of the music I'm not feeling. Thank goodness for the good artists that are still around.
*Upon arriving at the campsite, we find ourselves confronted by a couple of old humorless cretins who are in the campsite next to us. These humorless old ladies, we are informed, have been coming back to the camp at the same time every year because they were camping there one year with their father and he died. So now they view the place as if it were some burial ground and expect everyone else camping there to do the same. As my friend Earl put it: "Their father probably committed suicide from having to listen to them all the time". Anyway, their constant bitching makes it hard for us to have fun since they say we're always being too noisy. So some of us start fantasizing about immature and mean things to do to them. Earl suggests putting a dead fish in their camper's tires. Sheila thinks about getting some bullfrogs from the lake nearby and letting them loose in their camper. I fantasize about going by their campsite and tossing a few stink bombs. Of course none of us do that. But we do come close. Sheila admits to walking her dog over to their campsite one morning and letting him do his business right at the edge of it. I admit to passing by their site on the way to the showers and making a few farting noises in their direction. Luckily their constant complaining got to be too much for the park authorities and they moved them. Na na na na/na na na/Hey hey hey/Goodbye old crones.
*Fish in New York lakes and ponds appear to have grown brains. How else does one explain how you can be fishing in a lake full of fish and not catch one single solitary one. They gotta be thinking something like this.
Fish 1: Look. A hook with a worm.
Fish 2: Don't go near that hook you moron! Your cousin went near one and that was the last we saw of him.
Fish 3: He's right. You don't wanna end up on some gluttonous human's plate.
*We hear reports of bears in the area. But see no sign of Yogi and Boo Boo.
*Let this serve as a lesson. If you have a shirt you especially like, do not hang it on the ceiling of a pontoon boat covering. If it's a shirt you detest and you want to see it become fish food, go right ahead.
More thoughts sometime. Maybe even tomorrow. Who knows. Until then...
