joe_cam, bitch!

Thoughts about the JoeCam's party this HoMorial Day:

Awesome new fags, like Lauren the Faghag and Rez's modded-to-hell Xbox. I don't know if you can even call it an Xbox anymore! It has the same skin...but he put in a bigger harddrive and it has 3 different LCD thingies on the front.

Rediscovering old friends, like RE4 and Hex. Zeiram and Josh, too. Heck, everybody!!.. except that one guy..

The bad? This new guy sees my GunSmith Cats t-shirt and starts telling me how much GC sucks. Way to win yourself a friend, buddy. Later this guy (before telling me that unions are evil) slapped me while I was driving for laughing about Rez's Cooking With Hitler sketch, then three hours later rips out the worst Jewish jokes ever. I don't know if he made everybody else as uncomfortable as he made me, I just know that I hope I never see/hear him again.

Yes, JAE-level bad.



OK!!!!!! Onward to stories!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Drunk karaoke happened again. Ripped on Episode III and having everyone yelling "NYOOOOOOO!" a million times all weekend. Did some Jaeger shots with Josh/Lauren...man, drinking socially sure is fun! Not getting superdrunk/puking/passing out like Josh (last time) and Lauren this time = awesome!

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$1,290.17

Three great things happened to me today in this order.

#1. I wore a tie to work. Subsequently, it was a day of compliments on my work, a job well done, all coming from co-workers and 30-ish DSS's and Captains. One of them even had some snappy-looking official business cards made up with my name/title on 'em! woo-hoo!

#2. I took my car into FireStone for a NYS Safety Inspection. Subsequently, in the three hours following, I ate a meatball sub and walked to/from my apt. Two whole hours of walking! Woo-hoo!

#3. People have expressed that my brakes are light. Well, apparently that wasn't the only thing potentially going to kill me in the near future. The things that needed replacing on my car were: Tie Rod Ends, Alignment, Alt. Drive (Serpentine) Belt, Brake Pads, Brake Rotors, Two Rear Tires, and they even flushed my brakes and gave me a courtesy check. All I can say is.. eeeeee! My car handles like new, AND I didn't break the bank. The accellerator and brake pedals...a dream. I feel like I've finally found the place that I'll go to for all my car needs, like they're looking out for me. One of them is named 'Sticky'.

ooch

my tendons ache

third story

So I signed up for the DOCS Olympics, a multi-event, department-wide, week-long fun thing that has Corrections employees from all over NY competing behind the Academy and around Albany. I will be on the Central Office Soccer Team, which unfortunatly is indoor.

To re-condition my lungs/legs in two weeks' time, I realized that I had to run every day for one hour to be able to compete in the 4-game, 100-minute trials. Today was day one. I ran...for about 200 yards before my heart/lungs felt like they were exploding. Man, if you have not run for 6 months, everything is lost. Anyway, I walked/jogged for a bit and found that there was a soccer field not too far away from the apt. with a middle school kids' game in progress! FUN. I scanned the field until I found the self-absorbed, high-energy, super-concentrated miscreant (me as a kid) and watched as he powered his way past three kids to nail the ball...out of bounds. It was very educational, getting back into soccer by watching kids. YUP

Couple stories for ya.

STORY 1:

Me and the HamChuck went an got ourselves all REVOLUTION-IZED. First we smack-talked our way through 1776 putt-putt (and tied! dammit!), then we watched the last of the Star Wars movies, SW: Revenge of the FANSERVICE. I know I'm not alone (neener was there to giggle alongside my forehead slapping) when I say that movie was PRETTY and TERR-I-BLE all at the same time. The Bad: Acting, Dialogue, Story. The Good: EFX and battle scenes. JarJar Award: The stupid Lizard sound, tied with Fat Palpatine.

Browse more of my weekend here.


STORY DEUCE:

Today a new recruit class was processed at work, which includes every n00b being measured for uniforms. I had my trusty camera (with monopod) and was videotaping this portion when one of the C.O.s noticed a necklace on the guy he was measuring. He asked him, "Is that a religious medal?" because the COs, like inmates, are only allowed to wear religious medals in facilities. The guy, a pale dude with multiple small tattoos lining his forearms answers in the creepiest, softest voice: "Nah, I got it off a dead girl."

I was having a good day. Work was fun, recruits are fun to watch. THis guy ruined it all by uttering those words. An unsettling fear/anger filled my gut. The other three COs must've had the same reaction, because for a moment, neither of them moved or said anything. Then the CO with the measuring tape breaks the silence with: "So, is it a MEDAL? Because it needs to be a religious MEDAL." He sounded angry. The creepy recruit, with a slow yet innocent look, responds: "It's spiritual. I got it off a dead thirteen year-old girl."

This made me more angry. Why did he have to tell us she was thirteen? Couldn't he have made something up, like I'm A Big Fat Idiot or This Is My Kids'?? I really hope they fire this guy, and not because he wears bead necklaces that came from 13 year-old dead people, but because his manner of communication was such that anybody could draw stupid conclusions from his words. Why the devil did he tell us that??

ps

E3 is the Gamer Superbowl, and my eyes have been affixed onto this site.

I just bought Mike Tyson's Punchout and wouldn'tcha know it, Bald Bull still kills me.

toe, oww

yeah, dude.

Lots of stuff happened, I can't remember squat. Oh wait, yeah.


On a quest to watch House of Flying Daggers for free at Schenectady Community College, I foolhardedly took MapQuest's directions and got a little lost. I did, however, find yet another really cool place (again, no camera on me) to take people to when .. somebody visits. ANYBODY!@ VISIT!!!_

I saw the Erie Canal, lots of really cool old houses around it, a real live kids' playground (with kids!), and a HUGE abandoned industrial park (yet still, a watchman!). There was a brick factory shaped like a giant star that had smashed into the ground . . it was really cool. I didn't have a jacket on me that could die, so climbing the barbed wire was out of the question.

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Today I got an email asking for Central Office people to support the (now) 8-man indoor soccer team for the DOCS Olympics. Guess what that means? Yup, new shinguards, Dad's shoes, and two weeks to whup my legs/lungs into shape in time for the tourney. Right now I'm wearing the shoes/guards around the house in an effort to break 'em in before Monday's practice.
. that's my water boiling, until next time .> >

blog needs food badly

Some unsuspecting people have just watched Captain S.

This means the slow beginning of this website...as a real website!

Blog = leaving

Blog will miss you.

hype

firefox crashed, old post dead.

Summation: image dump (cohoes work squirrel comics albany).

I checked out Albany's one and only surviving comic book store. The guy at the counter was a dirty jacket wearing, "I heard you sir! Let me finish organizing these comics you assholes moved an inch or two" jerk. I bought another 5 New Mutants mags, but at twice the price as the guy at the Cemetary Flea Market. I searched out another store (Crypto-Comics) but it was long gone. Thus ends every Google search on the area with keyword "comic book store albany ny". You can check out the impressive yet rotting downtown section here.

omg

omg is the last of the Italian dressing causing the snot to leak out of my nose, or is it freaking Harold and Kumar??—±

On a funnier note, Vin Diesel molested the Pope just to see him cry.

the trouble with apt.19

Tonight marked a milestone for me, maybe. 1/2 an hour ago I called 9-11.

I was shaking, scared, hoping I did the right thing. The guys from Apt.19 (downstairs) were drinking in their lawnchairs, yelling at ...who knows what for an hour or two. Then one of them got 'too drunk' and a fight broke out. The yelling didn't stop. I stepped onto my porch, thinking maybe they'd see me and stop. One of them was 'zombie-drunk' and the other had a hammer. Did I mention zombie-man had a bloody face?

Yeah. They fought more, and that's when I decided it was time to dial 9-1-1. The cops showed up with one car, one van and one ambulance. This is more drama than I've ever seen in my life. Why do the neighbors from Hell occupy my section of the building? Every single person I've seen here is quiet, avoiding. Not these guys.

I hope something positive comes out of this for them, like they realize their behavior could get them in trouble or some crap. I don't wish they get kicked out, I really don't. I .. also hope there's no retaliation should they figure out who made the call to stop them. My car is RIGHT THERE.

-shaken

wacky day

Last night I was kinda feeling depressed (as I finished up Captain S, go fig!) and I didn't really know why. It's a guy thing. Today I searched for my PDA and...it was gone! THAT WAS IT. My brain knew something was missing and the Zire72sp.ed. was the thing that could bring back joy into my life.
I got into my car, searched it, found 3 waterbottles, dimes, candy, dust, .. no pda.
Searched my apartment, looked everywhere, looked into the Abyss of Lost Things (couch cushions), nothing.
Then I had to do something I am not very good at, sitting down and trying to remember what the hell I did on previous days. It was not very fun. For me, it's like dredging a black lake to find lost bodies...and the lake is DEEP.

I figured where it could be, it was there. Power of memory GO

anyway, onto the WHACK.

Today there was a Flea Market, in a Cemetary, behind a Roller Rink.

No pics due to not having my PDA at the time, but it was fun. I haggled a guy for Nintendo games, that was fun! Booty: New Mutants #14,15,20,30,38, Dragon Warrior + Bionic Commando, and a replacement wallet that's an exact replica of my old one, zipper and all. Spent: $20 BING



...I still have to destroy Shonen's English/Pirate Fleet.

which one is best?

http://www.solidsharkey.com/sq1.html

http://www.suneet.com/soniczone/sonic_underground/UNDERG12.HTM



Captain S beta up soon...

best

TheLocust-Live_From_The_Russian_Compound.mov

Fang's new addition - pic 1 pic 2

Belated Earth Day

Long day++



I woke up at 6 with dreams of Z and some nightmarish nightmare about...I forget. Nothing important or scary. My plan was to go out and fulfill my 2nd Assignment from Lindsey (we do long-distance assignments, they rule) by going into the forest next to my apartment, gathering some junk (Z and I counted 13 tires in the winter), piling it in a nice grassy setting where everybody could see it and taking an Andy Goldsworthy-esque photo.

What I had forgotten from years past (my Eagle Scout project) was that once you begin to pick up trash from an area, you can't stop. Once you've rid a region of 'some' of it's garbage, what's keeping you from removing the rest of it? Staring at junk that was further and further away from my target area, I couldn't come up with a good enough reason NOT TO, and thus accumulated a BIG PILE OF TRASH>

couch... thing ... other thing ... IMAGE DUMP ...

An eerie feeling festered at my mind during the entire cleanup. My actions seemed so abnormal, so out of place that I feared a cop would be called to arrest ME for littering. See: memories of working for Sampson State Park and the ridiculous laws that govern state property. I thought that kids would point and stare, mothers would look open-jawed, and at least somebody from Valley View would come over and give two shits about what I was doing. Like black retribution in American History X, it just didn't happen. The opposite was happening. NOBODY CARED! People that saw me piling trash looked for a second and carried on, and VV workers dumping soil across the street didn't give me a second glance.

Still, the thought of having someone yell at me for putting trash onto their lawn (who knows where I got it, right?) persisted, and I did the right thing by bagging the trash and driving it down to the dumpster. I wanted to leave it in the open, to have the public notice it and for one single person to do something about it, but that day would never come. I just pray that one bored little kid stopped watching Yu-Gi-Oh! for three seconds to stare outside their window & watch the weirdo putting trash in its proper place.

After a quick snooze and a back-rub, I was out on the town for Albany's Tulip Festival. I had my sinuses cleared via some hot wings at Bombers, and walked around Washington Park until I had had my fill of people-watching.


TULIP-FATED IRONY: Here I was in the middle of a celebration of nature, and all I could see around me were the thousands of trash bits that tulip-goers had left to blow around into...everywhere. It was worse than the years-old garbage piles of the forest, and really made me sad / frustrated. (Frustration came from yearning to start picking all of it up...but realizing that if I even grabbed one piece I would be compelled to pick it ALL up).

Chad out.

rob lifield sucks

OH YEAH!_(

SUPER AMERICAN STEAK CHUBBY PARTY!!!!

(how the hell could i forget that??)

LINKU GOOO

. . . ._)

Work = boring. Or getting boring.er. Today I spent three glorious hours scanning photos of facilities onto a computer for future use. The funny part is I was glad to it...it was a break from staring at my monitor, pondering the next PPT design (the most frustrating thing fo me). I say this here because this is a BLOG. I'm supposed to channel frustrations online where nobody can see, right? RiHG?T! Anywho, it isn't so bad...but now that I'm editing again it's hard not to see myself doing anything else.

I'm about to get an oil change,.. gonna check out the GAME CRAZY!_()! down the street whilst I wait and prolly get some food. Yup. Life outside editing sure is...... yeah

destiny is fattening. I mean widening

ok, slight problem.

Got a new project, worked 1/3rd through it.

Captured 'already shot' project, psyched about editing it.

Two directions...two goals...one..DESTINY

ps, IMAGE_DUMP!!

A List

$10 Steak
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$15 Meat, Kabobs, Mini-Onion, Pepper
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Taste: FRIGGING AMAZING



Last improv show in WNY (didn't even know I was gonna do it): KICK ASS FUN.

FredFest = SUCK

Fredonia peeps = COOL

Ben Lathan = Finally a MAN

Silent Horror = BUYABLE

Ms. Hoff = DATABLE. Men, bring out those letters of recommendation!