Friday, May 03, 2002
Slow Viral Hit |3:34 PM| Hit the town with Vorpal. We went to a party at a set of apartments with thin walkways between each unit. I decided that I didn't want to be in the way, or so close to so many people. So I leapt onto a nearby roof. I really should have been concerned about the 40 foot drop directly beneath my feet, but I couldn't care less. I met some very nice women, and Vorpal met a chick that was excited about star wars, and very geek tolerant. That's a hell of a woman.
I met a woman who was cute, interesting, and seemed to dig my groove. However, I noticed a pal of mine standing next to her, and I started to feel ripples in the atmosphere. Turns out, the guy has the same low impact "hitting on girls" style as I do. I asked him if he knew the woman.
"Yep. Had a crush on her for three years."
CURSES. So I backed off for his benefit. I'd hope a friend would do the same thing for me. The evening continued, and this same friend commented that the pool filter pump was on too high, and it would blow the seals at some point. We stopped by later, after the party, and yes indeed, the seals were broken. The people watching the show of spurts of water were blown away by my ability to explain and describe what had happened. "how long were you talking to that Pool guy?" they asked in a drunken, befuddled fashion.
I will comment that I met a woman so attractive I would have killed in her name, had I been ordered. But... she's with this other guy. Vorpal says that he won't let me go to Episode 2 if I'm still this "girl crazy" as he calls it. He's just worried I'll go after Adrian.
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Thursday, May 02, 2002
Spidey Sense |4:08 PM| Poker the previous night was...painful. A buddy of mine (Josh, of the "Josh Awesome") showed up for the first time in ages. With any luck, Vorpal will start showing up again as well. We'll have the full crew back together.
Thursday night, 11:59 PM, I saw Spider Man. It was a blast. At the theater, our server was this very attractive woman. now before you start saying "Oh, Christ, Cecil, is this whole week about GIRLS? Girls...that you didn't even take home?" let me explain. About a month or two ago, I went to see Donnie Darco. While I was there, I lost my neato Nvdia pen. It was bright green, it made a cool click noise, and wrote like a dream. It was pretty. I missed that Pen. The very next day, Vorpal and I went back to the theater for some damned movie, and our server had my pen. She was a cute, friendly and funny waitress, and I commented on the pen. She loved it, but thought I wanted it back. I told her it was a gift, that if it made her life easier she should keep it. She was very thankful. I tipped nicely.
Skip ahead to this past Thursday night/Friday morning and it's the same waitress with my pen. She seemed pleased to see me, and we talked briefly. I tipped excessively, but she didn't know this before I left. Right before I left, I walked up to her at the back of the theater, and asked her to use the pen to write her phone number down. She replied:
"Oooh man! I have a boyfriend!"
As if it was a disease. She apologized profusely, I said it was alright, it was okay. I turned to go, and walked for a couple steps when she called after me. She ran up to me, (it took effort) and asked me my name. We introduced ourselves to each other, and she said it was nice to meet me, she hoped to see me again.
Ahhh yeah. Her name was "Korin" with heavy emphasis on the first syllable.
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Monday, April 29, 2002
|10:36 AM| I spent all of Sunday at a friend's house, helping him film a movie. The production company was called "3 Sweaty guys" productions. The reasoning behind it had been that the first movie had been filmed in a garage, lacking fans and A/C, in Texas. The tradition continued with this most recent project, as the A/C in the apartment had to be left off for sound reasons. In the sweltering heat, I was the guy holding the boom microphone. (Making me a "Grip") I was also a "gaffer" when I pulled cables. I was "special effects" when I dropped a marble into cereal to simulate the marble falling out of a kid's nose. It was highly entertaining, and I get to put "production assistant" on my resume, if I want to.
The planets are aligning, so I might drive out to the middle of nowhere in time to see the cluster of planets. I probably won't go if I can't find someone to accompany me, because what's the point?
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Sunday, April 28, 2002
Party crashin |4:36 AM| I got bamboozled into a therapy session with my folks' shrink. That went well. They say "You look like you're in a lot of pain". I replied that constant headaches would tend to do that to a person. Christ, they were disabling tonight. Like yelling out loud bad at one point. They fade. If I ever made an RPG, and stuck a Cecil character in there, he'd have an Advil meter, making certain a sufficient amount of pain killer was flowing through him at all times.
Then I picked up Derek and we "hit the town". Flame trick subs kicked ass, Miss Fortune is a cutie. Then we got a group of cronies together and started trying to hijack beer from various parties. Being the cool, suave motherfucker I am, I talked to some folks outside the first place, and got a couple names. Unfortunately, though I walked in with perfect confidence, I quickly lost it, and the plan fell apart. You see, we (The 3 on "team a") walked in with a large group of people, but we looked a lot younger then the rest of the party goers, and we attracted attention. I asked the folks looking at us if this was Jason's party. They replied that it was, and the guy next to the woman stared at me with the "Do I know you?" look. Clearly, I had just found Jason. The music might as well have screeched to a stop. I then said we were looking for "Powetta's" party. and turned tail. The guys I was with said I was incredibly impressive up until I bolted. I said that they clearly didn't buy that we belonged there.
From that party, we went to a dying rave, then a frat party. The frat party is where we stole a bunch of forks. Or, more specifically, the other guys stole forks while I looked around for a fictional guy named "Chris Ryans".
Ah, adventure.
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Slow Viral Hit |3:34 PM| Hit the town with Vorpal. We went to a party at a set of apartments with thin walkways between each unit. I decided that I didn't want to be in the way, or so close to so many people. So I leapt onto a nearby roof. I really should have been concerned about the 40 foot drop directly beneath my feet, but I couldn't care less. I met some very nice women, and Vorpal met a chick that was excited about star wars, and very geek tolerant. That's a hell of a woman.
I met a woman who was cute, interesting, and seemed to dig my groove. However, I noticed a pal of mine standing next to her, and I started to feel ripples in the atmosphere. Turns out, the guy has the same low impact "hitting on girls" style as I do. I asked him if he knew the woman.
"Yep. Had a crush on her for three years."
CURSES. So I backed off for his benefit. I'd hope a friend would do the same thing for me. The evening continued, and this same friend commented that the pool filter pump was on too high, and it would blow the seals at some point. We stopped by later, after the party, and yes indeed, the seals were broken. The people watching the show of spurts of water were blown away by my ability to explain and describe what had happened. "how long were you talking to that Pool guy?" they asked in a drunken, befuddled fashion.
I will comment that I met a woman so attractive I would have killed in her name, had I been ordered. But... she's with this other guy. Vorpal says that he won't let me go to Episode 2 if I'm still this "girl crazy" as he calls it. He's just worried I'll go after Adrian.
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Thursday, May 02, 2002
Spidey Sense |4:08 PM| Poker the previous night was...painful. A buddy of mine (Josh, of the "Josh Awesome") showed up for the first time in ages. With any luck, Vorpal will start showing up again as well. We'll have the full crew back together.
Thursday night, 11:59 PM, I saw Spider Man. It was a blast. At the theater, our server was this very attractive woman. now before you start saying "Oh, Christ, Cecil, is this whole week about GIRLS? Girls...that you didn't even take home?" let me explain. About a month or two ago, I went to see Donnie Darco. While I was there, I lost my neato Nvdia pen. It was bright green, it made a cool click noise, and wrote like a dream. It was pretty. I missed that Pen. The very next day, Vorpal and I went back to the theater for some damned movie, and our server had my pen. She was a cute, friendly and funny waitress, and I commented on the pen. She loved it, but thought I wanted it back. I told her it was a gift, that if it made her life easier she should keep it. She was very thankful. I tipped nicely.
Skip ahead to this past Thursday night/Friday morning and it's the same waitress with my pen. She seemed pleased to see me, and we talked briefly. I tipped excessively, but she didn't know this before I left. Right before I left, I walked up to her at the back of the theater, and asked her to use the pen to write her phone number down. She replied:
"Oooh man! I have a boyfriend!"
As if it was a disease. She apologized profusely, I said it was alright, it was okay. I turned to go, and walked for a couple steps when she called after me. She ran up to me, (it took effort) and asked me my name. We introduced ourselves to each other, and she said it was nice to meet me, she hoped to see me again.
Ahhh yeah. Her name was "Korin" with heavy emphasis on the first syllable.
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Monday, April 29, 2002
|10:36 AM| I spent all of Sunday at a friend's house, helping him film a movie. The production company was called "3 Sweaty guys" productions. The reasoning behind it had been that the first movie had been filmed in a garage, lacking fans and A/C, in Texas. The tradition continued with this most recent project, as the A/C in the apartment had to be left off for sound reasons. In the sweltering heat, I was the guy holding the boom microphone. (Making me a "Grip") I was also a "gaffer" when I pulled cables. I was "special effects" when I dropped a marble into cereal to simulate the marble falling out of a kid's nose. It was highly entertaining, and I get to put "production assistant" on my resume, if I want to.
The planets are aligning, so I might drive out to the middle of nowhere in time to see the cluster of planets. I probably won't go if I can't find someone to accompany me, because what's the point?
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Sunday, April 28, 2002
Party crashin |4:36 AM| I got bamboozled into a therapy session with my folks' shrink. That went well. They say "You look like you're in a lot of pain". I replied that constant headaches would tend to do that to a person. Christ, they were disabling tonight. Like yelling out loud bad at one point. They fade. If I ever made an RPG, and stuck a Cecil character in there, he'd have an Advil meter, making certain a sufficient amount of pain killer was flowing through him at all times.
Then I picked up Derek and we "hit the town". Flame trick subs kicked ass, Miss Fortune is a cutie. Then we got a group of cronies together and started trying to hijack beer from various parties. Being the cool, suave motherfucker I am, I talked to some folks outside the first place, and got a couple names. Unfortunately, though I walked in with perfect confidence, I quickly lost it, and the plan fell apart. You see, we (The 3 on "team a") walked in with a large group of people, but we looked a lot younger then the rest of the party goers, and we attracted attention. I asked the folks looking at us if this was Jason's party. They replied that it was, and the guy next to the woman stared at me with the "Do I know you?" look. Clearly, I had just found Jason. The music might as well have screeched to a stop. I then said we were looking for "Powetta's" party. and turned tail. The guys I was with said I was incredibly impressive up until I bolted. I said that they clearly didn't buy that we belonged there.
From that party, we went to a dying rave, then a frat party. The frat party is where we stole a bunch of forks. Or, more specifically, the other guys stole forks while I looked around for a fictional guy named "Chris Ryans".
Ah, adventure.
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