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|Thursday, February 21st, 2013|
|Canvas time for the City
Fret... fret... fret... fret...
This was a lousy update. I promise I'll make a longer and more detailed one soon.
|Wednesday, April 15th, 2009|
|Thursday, April 2nd, 2009|
|Saturday, February 21st, 2009|
|Joke or No Joke, it's Bloody Funny!
Former NiN Drummer Takes Album Promotion A Step Further
Pay extra for the album, get some bonuses. For example
For an extra $7
You receive a digital download of Since 1972, including 3 videos
For an extra $15
You get a CD/DVD double-disc set
And a digital download
$250 (limited edition of 25)
Receive a signed CD/DVD and digital download
A signed drum head and drumsticks
Go on a lunch date with Josh to PF Changs or The Cheesecake Factory (whatever you’re into)
$1,000 (limited edition of 10)
Josh washes your car OR does your laundry … or you can wash his car
Have dinner with Josh aboard the Queen Mary in Long Beach, Calif.
Get drunk and cut each other’s hair in the parking lot of the Long Beach courthouse (filmed and posted on YouTube, of course)
And it goes on. Current Mood: amused
|Thursday, February 19th, 2009|
My flight is booked!
I leave for Sweden on Thursday, April 16th, and fly back Thursday, May 14th. Europe, here I come!
I am also the grateful recipient of a spiffy 120 gig Ipod Classic. Or as I like to call him, Spike Jr. He’s so slick.
Now if I can just survive the latest canvas issues at work… *knock on wood* Current Mood: bouncy
|Saturday, December 13th, 2008|
|LJ is Possessed
I logged onto LJ today, and my userpic was changed. Instead of my default image of some lovely black and white leather bound breasts, it was some picture I had never seen before. I guy standing on a boat amidst a sunrise. I have no idea how this happened. I just deleted that image, and re-uploaded my usual default pic.
Has this ever happened to anyone else? Current Mood: confused
|Wednesday, December 10th, 2008|
|Tuesday, November 25th, 2008|
I am trying to reach out to someone I am not close to. I should be, at least according to others, close with this person. But I am not. I never really have been.
It’s like trying to fulfill my half of a dance. One I should just intrinsically know. But the steps I’m supposed to follow, from me they come off as clumsy. Forced. No natural grace or flow to them.
I can dance this dance with others. Part of my job and my education has helped hone my ability. But with those I am supposed to be able to naturally dance with… my foot slips.
|Friday, November 7th, 2008|
|Wednesday, September 24th, 2008|
|Tuesday, September 16th, 2008|
|A Reminder that People can Surprise You
Coming home from work last night at 10pm, I’m standing at the bus stop by the Bay when a woman approaches me asking if I have a smoke she can bum. I tell her “sorry, no” and received a response that left me at a loss for words.
Normally when I’m accosted downtown for smokes or spare change, and respond with “sorry, no” the general response I get is impolite at best. More often then not it’s “Fuck you then.”
However, last night the reply I received, rather then a rude remark, was for the woman to look at me with awe and announce “You’re gorgeous!”
Completely taken back by her comment, I stood bug eyed for a moment before telling her that she was sweet for thinking so. She then reached up and brushed some hair from my face, whispered with a smirk on her lips “If only you were a lesbian” and turned and walked off.
When she was about 10 feet from me, she turned back and called “don’t ever let anyone tell you you aren’t beautiful!” before disappearing down the street.
People can surprise you.
Today was one of those days I needed to keep such thoughts in mind. Current Mood: contemplative
|Monday, August 18th, 2008|
|Mixed Reviews for the day
On one hand, I've been dealing with individuals between the ages of 35 and 65 who have the mannerisms of children.
Annoying Business Man: What do you mean I have to pay the damage deposit? Why?
Me: Well sir, it's because 1/2 of the equipment you borrowed from us has been classified as missing, or has been brought back damaged.
ABM: You said the deposit was refundable!
Me: It was clearly stated that the damage deposit is completely refundable providing the equipment is returned on time and undamaged.
ABM: It is on time!
Me: But items are still missing or damaged
ABM: Next time I'll just go to Walmart and buy this stuff!
Me: You may want to explore that option next time if you don't care about your equipment getting damaged or going missing.
ABM: What? Why the hell would I want my stuff broken or to go missing?
Me: Sir, what makes you think we want our equipment to be broken or go missing?
Or this gem of a guy:
Me: Let me get this hooked up for you and then you can be on your way.
Annoying Old Man: Here! Let me do this! I can do this! (hooking up a trailer)
Me: Careful. Doing it that way is going to pinch your finger, which will really hurt. It's safer for you to do it this way (attempts to demonstrate)
AOM: No, no! You don't know... I can do this. I'm fine.
Me: Sir, you really should be doing it the way I showed you. What you're doing is dangerous and...
AOM: No, no! Go woman! I know all about these things. I *ouch* (curses as finger gets pinched between joint hitches) You should have a warning on this! That is very dangerous! Why is there no sign! Someone could sue you!
On the other hand, guess who gets Friday, August 29th off?
That's right! 4 day weekend baby! Current Mood: Verging on Cranky
|Thursday, July 31st, 2008|
|That time of year again
Waiting to hear where I'll be working for the next 8 months come September.
I can almost guarantee I'll be working until 10pm Mon-Fri again.
The day shift was nice while it lasted. Current Mood: Passive
|Tuesday, May 20th, 2008|
I bought a bike on Thursday. I haven't owned or ridden a bike in years, and have been quite anxious to use it. Today I decided to ride it to work. It was a nice 3 mile ride. Minus my stupidly sensitive tail bone hurting from the seat. Add another 3 miles to the day heading from work to the gym. Add an hour of weights, and a 2 km run, then the short ride home.
My legs are like jello, and my tail bone is so sore, I nearly wince when I sit down. I think I over did it.Edit:
I actually calculated the proper distance from home, to work, to the gym (plus my run), and home again.
Total Miles = 14.6127
Total Km = 23.5169
Note to self: Next time stretch first. Current Mood: sore
|Tuesday, April 15th, 2008|
|Oh my god!
An injection to cure Alzheimer's?!?
Critically speaking, it is a single study done by a private group. No peer reviews. No follow up as of yet. So I'm not about to hold my breath."Experts urged caution, warning that the drug had been tried on only a very few patients and, crucially, had not been tested against a placebo in a randomised controlled trial."
None the less, I almost started crying just thinking what it would be like to have my Nana recognize anyone from my family again. Even just one more time.
|Monday, March 3rd, 2008|
A friend of mine looking to expand her portfolio asked if I would be willing to act as a model for her so that she could show off her abilities in hair/makeup application, costuming, and set design. Naturally I volunteered. Then I was informed that we would be venturing to Lucy’s Hidden Closet and modeling Maggie’s wares.*cue me giggling like an overly excited schoolgirl*
Thus, this Sunday, myself, another lovely model, my dear friend and her beau spent 6 hours at Lucy’s. Myself and the other beauty displayed 4 outfits each, resulting in approximately 700 photos being taken. I’m glad I’m not the one who has to do the post photo work, as that is quite the number of shots to wade through.
I must say, I had a fantastic time. I have admired Maggie’s clothes on a few of my friends for years, but never allowed myself to set foot in her shop for fear my credit cards would never recover. And spending all day running around playing dress-up in her garb was incredibly fun. Fortunately, I managed to demonstrate some self-control and only picked up one item.
As well, my friend and her beau put together some fantastic visuals. I can’t wait to see the final shots.
|Thursday, February 7th, 2008|
| Current Mood: amused
|Tuesday, January 8th, 2008|
Today I was called a prude by my father while he discussed donkey fucking with my coworkers. Current Mood: amused
|Monday, January 7th, 2008|
|Does anyone have a shop vac I can borrow?
Or one that is capable of sucking up plaster dust?
My apartment building is over 100 years old. A character building. It’s cute, cozy, and despite the no painting clause in the lease, my caretaker has told me that so long as I make it look nice, my damage deposit is safe. Horray!
I’m a bit of a perfectionist and decide filling up the small holes and cracks in the wall with some Poly Filla, followed by a quick sanding to make the wall all smooth would be a nice touch. 3 out of 4 walls get patched up and sanded. The final wall to be tended to has a crack that I happily prepare to plaster over when I make the mistake of touching the affected area…
…causing the crack to rapidly spread in a web like pattern until a nearly 2 foot chunk of paint literally falls from the wall
. It was almost comical in that defeating kind of way.
It would appear that my living room has been painted over a number of times in its century of existence. Not only that, but it has been wallpapered and painted over. Twice! And it looks like after a century, the original wallpaper glue has disintegrated and separated from the plaster causing bubbles of air to sit between the plaster layer and the thick layers of paper and paint. Anyone who has ever tried painting over cracked paint, or paint separated from plaster knows that it is futile. Within weeks, if not while drying, your new coat of paint will look as cracked and worn as the stuff underneath. So what does one do about this? Strip the cracked paint/wallpaper that has separated from the plaster. However, this creates a gap between where the plaster sits, and the layers of paint on the wall that hasn’t separated. Thus, it must be followed up by slathering on a layer of plaster that must then be sanded down to allow for a smooth transition between the two sections of wall.
Now, I could ask my rental company to do this. After all, the paint cracking and falling wasn’t really my fault. But based on experiences from my previous apartment (where a hole in the wall ripped open for pipe access sat untouched for 8 months before they finally repaired it), I have decided to don my handyman belt and do it myself.
After having now stripped away a section of separated paint/wall paper approximately 2’x10’ placing the first coat of plaster over the gap, and sanding it down, what happens?
My vacuum decides it hates plaster dust and conks out! ARGH!!!!
So here I am with a huge section of wall just waiting for me to give it another sanding so that I may finally get on with painting the damn thing, and I have nothing to suck the dust up with. *sigh* Current Mood: annoyed
|Friday, November 16th, 2007|