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Sunday, November 8th, 2009

Subject:They did the mash.
Time:10:43 pm.
God I would have loved to have used “Monster Mash” as my wedding dance song.

Oh, did I mention I got married on Halloween? If not, I just did. There. Wait, details? You want details and pictures but mostly pictures because you really don’t like reading a lot? Well, all right.

Actually I don’t have pictures just yet. I’m waiting for those to be mailed to me via DVD. Our photographer, who also happened to be my best man, took around 500 photos of the whole event, so to go through all that is going to take some time, but as soon as I have pictures available I’ll post them. It’s likely that I’ll just post them on Facebook but why are you coming to Livejournal to look at pretty pictures anyhow?

I won’t go into severe detail on the wedding but needless to say, it went perfect. There were a few minor hitches here and there—mainly our best man dropping our rings—but nothing detrimental. Our ceremony took place at a local inn, which is a house from the 1900s that has been restored and maintained. There are five rooms and some of the bathrooms in the room have old fixtures from the 1900s, like a clawfoot tub. The room we stayed in didn’t have that but it did have a bathtub with Jacuzzi jets in it. We also had those glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling above our bed; it is the only time I’ve ever seen those stars purposely used and not there because they were left over from the previous owner of the room.

As I said, the ceremony went well mainly because the woman running the inn was also in charge of the wedding. She planned out when everything was going to happen and made sure we were on schedule so there were no idle moments. For me it was a lot of standing around and picture taking. After the ceremony the wedding party went downtown dressed in costume for dinner. I was dressed as Sweeney Todd with Beth as Mrs. Lovett. I’m really hoping there were a lot of pictures taken during this time because a lot of the costumes people wore need to be photographed, particularly our friend Jenny who went as a victim from the Saw films, complete with syringes in the arm.

Other than the wedding, there was a lot of running around San Antonio with family and friends since Beth and I were the honorary tour guides for the trip, which meant plenty of trips to the Alamo. Anyone looking to vacation in San Antonio know this: the Alamo needs to be remembered but it doesn’t need to be visited. Seriously, it’s just an empty building that you take one good picture at and then it’s over. You know there’s nothing to do there since across the street is a Ripley’s Believe it or Not Museum. It’s as if Ripley said, “Hey, people are going to be bored with that Alamo thing within five minutes, let’s give a reason they spent $20 to park downtown.”

Oh, and I just want to apologize to those that didn’t get invited to the wedding festivities. It’s nothing personal, it’s just that we started off planning twenty-five people and that maximum got filled pretty quickly just by family and a few friends (mainly best man and maid of honor). In the end though we wound up only having 17, which means a lot more people could have been invited and I’m sorry I didn’t invite more of our friends. If the wedding had been in Orlando it would have been a lot bigger and included a lot more people but sadly, I don’t think it would have went as swimmingly as ours did. Still, I appreciate everyone wishing me congrats on the wedding and just know that the wife and I (weird to read that, isn’t it?) will be in Florida again and I promise we will visit.
2 peasants / burninate

Saturday, September 26th, 2009

Time:3:04 pm.
Sorry to disappoint LJ readers out there in Information Superhighway Land, but I just done recycled this story from a Facebook note that I wrote a few nights ago, though I swear I meant to post it here first, honest! Anyway, for those without the benefit of Facebook (where you read such rousing status updates as, "Ready for weekend!!!!1") here's a little story from some of my recent travels (to Target). As an added bonus because I love LJ more than my own children, I've concluded the story with an extra bonus story not available anywhere else! Best part is it's absolutely free! (plus S&H) Enjoy!

Bethany and I were strolling through the local Target last week knocking items off of shelves and generally being the delinquents that we are. We picked up a bag of pumpkin spice-flavored Hersey Kisses (which we later bought and brought home to find them all melted, totally uncool) and headed toward the electronics isle. Somewhere between the Halloween décor and the sporting goods department, we were stopped when this guy, probably a few years younger than us, said, “I know this is going to sound weird but I’m from a local church,” at which point I was thinking, “that’s not really weird, I hear people go to churches all the time.” Anyway, he continued on that he was doing a scavenger hunt for his church and one of the items he was looking for was someone with a leg tattoo. He showed me the piece of paper that he was holding and sure enough, “leg tattoo” was written on there and although it looked like he had just written it on there seconds before coming up to me, I kept listening to what he was saying. He said that since he and his friend (who now joined him, also holding a list) found us, it meant that Jesus had sent them there for a special reason and he inquired as to what that reason might be.

We thought long and hard about any reason Jesus would send two guys from a local church to the sporting goods department of Target to bless us (and keep us from the wonderful video games section) and finally I mentioned that we were getting married. As it turns out, the guy’s friend had “wife/girlfriend” as part of his scavenger hunt, so they hit the mother load with us and kept on insisting that Jesus had sent them there to find us and bless our wedding. I know it sounds a little crazy when you read it, but these guys were sincere (though reading a bit TOO MUCH into things). They asked if they could bless our wedding by saying a prayer for us to which we said, “sure why not.” Such good Christians we are, eh?

So right there in the middle of the aisle in Target, the two churchgoers put one hand on each of our shoulders and said a really long prayer wishing us a happy and safe marriage. It was really long. Jay Leno has had shorter monologues than this prayer. That’s how long it was. I kept my eyes open through most of it because sadly, I sort of thought these guys were going to rob us. That’s a horrible thing to think, I know, but you never know nowadays. It’s not like they showed me church IDs or anything. So let that be a lesson to everyone: unless you’re wearing priest robes, I’m going to think you’re just going to try to steal my wallet. After the prayer was over (it ended with one of the guys calling God an “awesome God” which I thought was awesome), we went on our way and that was it. Oh, and the two guys saw us later when we were shopping in the women’s underwear section. Can’t imagine what would have happened if that was the first place they met us.

Super secret bonus story--but don't tell it to anyone else!Collapse )
1 peasants / burninate

Sunday, September 6th, 2009

Subject:Job Hunt.
Time:8:47 pm.
It’s been a boring lackluster weekend thus far, which is pitiful since I have two more days off still. Recently our hours at work have been cut in half, so I’m now working three-day workweeks, so you can imagine how the paychecks are looking nowadays. I’ve been looking elsewhere for work but haven’t been successful thus far. It’s only slightly depressing to know that if I got paid to write like I want to, I still wouldn’t be making enough money to sustain all my desires, like more tattoos or a life-size Jason Voorhees to greet people at the door…with a machete.

I did receive two callbacks in the last week though, both on the same day as a matter of fact. The first one hasn’t panned out at all and the call that I received was from a cell phone located in Utah. The message went something like, “we received your resume and wanted to talk to you about a job.” No description of the job, no eagerness to hire me, nothing; just a monotone female voice giving me as little information as possible. I don’t even know if this is a job I actually applied for or if this is just a result of me posting information on Hotjobs. I called back and left a message and haven’t heard a thing since.

Then there was a call I received from American Income Home Life Insurance. I called back and I have to ask, when did businesses stop treating potential employees like human beings? I spoke with a woman who asked me what I did and why I was leaving (which I told her honestly) and then she launched into a two-minute spiel about how her company works with all these countries and how the company is looking to expand and how the company needs bright young workers to further their goals. She said that they’re hiring management and entry level and she won’t know which one until my group interview. Just the thought of going to a “group” interview makes me not want to bother, though I’m going to because I’m really desperate. The whole time I was talking to her (which was probably like five minutes) I felt like I was talking to a robot and she viewed me as nothing more than another person to interview. I didn’t get the sense that I was a human being, an individual, just that I was one more body to put into their interview sessions. I had do a group orientation for my job now but at least I was interviewed one-on-one by someone who actually knew who I was (the woman from this other place had no idea even though her name was left in the voicemail message as someone to call). She knew how great her company was though, that’s for sure.

I think it’s going to wind up being a sales job anyway. I had a friend that posted her resume on Hotjobs and she said all she got was calls for sales and telemarketing.
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Thursday, August 27th, 2009

Subject:They just f*cked with the wrong Mexican.
Time:7:05 pm.
Dudes, Beth and I were totally on a movie set today! Okay, so we were bystanders and the movie in question is Robert Rodriguez’s MACHETE (full-length feature based off the mock trailer in GRINDHOUSE), but still, a movie set! Beth and I went to Austin today to check out the sites and went to the capitol building to see the Senate and House of Representatives. While we were in the Visitor’s Center, someone told us about seeing Robert friggin’ DeNiro on a movie set right outside the Capitol Building, so naturally we went and checked it out. It’s difficult to describe exactly and we took some pictures that will be going up on facebook (no pictures during filming though) but basically the scene we saw looks like Robert DeNiro (who plays a Senator) is giving a speech in front of dozens of extras, all of whom are decked out to look like rednecks (complete with camouflage hats and American flags) and behind them are a bunch of extras made to look like immigrants, who are supposed to be jeering everything the DeNiro character is saying. Sorry if this spoils anything for anyone out there, but DeNiro gets assassinated in the scene we saw, but the actual filming was just of the scattering crowd, no blood shots or anything cool like that. But we did see Robert DeNiro! He was wearing a suit and thick glasses and was standing a ton of feet away, but it was still him. I also saw Danny Trejo (Machete himself!) looking around at things but no one seemed to recognize him. How cool is that?!

Okay so it’s not terribly cool if you weren’t there or don’t care but it was a nice surprise on a trip that started with me getting a speeding ticket. Anyone that has ever seen me drive can sense the irony in me getting a speeding ticket. I don’t know how much it is exactly but I think it’s going to wind up being $150+. Ridiculous. Thanks for that, Austin.
3 peasants / burninate

Saturday, August 22nd, 2009

Subject:Congratulations Tiara!!
Time:8:23 pm.
I can't believe I know someone that had a baby. I think it makes growing up seem all the more real. This weekend I've also discovered that at least two more people I know are engaged and both are just a shade over 21-years-old. It makes me wonder what the future will bring. Hopefully not a shit-ton of divorces.

I overheard the following conversation while I was checking out at Blockbuster today. But first, here's the brief set-up: I'm standing next in line while an older couple stands in front of me at the counter. There's a man behind the register ringing them up. I overheard them discussing something having to do with $2.30. I don't know if this is a late fee or the total cost of a rental. Either way, this is what ensues:

"$2.30 is just $2.30," says the employee.
"Yeah, it doesn't really matter does it?" says the female customer. "I mean what is $2.30 anyway?"
"It's double $1.30," responds the employee after a moment's pause

I would have laughed out loud if I wasn't doing that mental math in my head.
6 peasants / burninate

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

Time:8:15 am.
Being a pseudo-diet has made me much more aware of marketing campaigns and pricing that aim toward unhealthy food. Last Friday night Beth and I went to Santikos (a local movie theater chain) and inside the lobby was an employee wearing a Santikos T-shirt standing behind the table piled high with the same shirts. Behind her there was a giant sign that said, “Ask about free popcorn.” Being a sucker for all stuff free, Beth and I went over to investigate. We found out that the current promotion the theater was running was to give a free medium popcorn to anyone wearing a Santikos shirt. The shirt costs $20 and can be used up until the end of the year. Beth and I were both kind of excited at the thought of saving quite a bit of money since we come to the theater so often but then as I thought about it some more, I thought about how sad it is that such a promotion even exists. Granted it’s a great deal for families of four that come in and can share a medium popcorn, but how often can those families really afford a $9+ ticket?

Instead, it’s going to be those people that come in all the time, either alone or with some other person, that take advantage of this, and honestly, a medium popcorn is not meant to be eaten alone (or even shared with one other person). Even a small popcorn alone is quite excessive but the thought of getting a free medium is just hard for anyone sensible to pass up. So now the same people that would have normally gotten a small popcorn (or none at all) are consuming all the calories of a medium popcorn just because it’s free. It reminds me of this family I used to serve all the time when I worked at Regal. The father and mother would both order a large popcorn EACH and the teenage son and daughter would order a medium popcorn EACH, and then all four would have their own large drinks. You don’t need to see these people to know what they looked like.

After Beth and I passed up on the opportunity for free medium popcorn for the rest of the year, I asked her what happens if after a month the person wearing the shirt can’t fit in it anymore and we both laughed a bit. But sadly, I’m sure that thought went through some marketing agent’s mind and I’m sure his eyes lit up at the prospect of someone spending $20 each month for a bigger shirt.

Okay, so something like that can be avoided, but what irks me is having to pay more for healthier things at the grocery store. I don’t even mean special items that are all-natural or safe for the environment or dolphin safe or whatever, I just mean common items like mayonnaise or cheese, which are two things I wound up paying double for last time I went to the store. Both items were even on sale but for some reason that sale didn’t extend to their fat-free counterparts. So the choice is either pay $1.50 for a bottle of regular mayonnaise or fork over $3 for the same size bottle that’s fat-free. Not a decision that’s going to thrust people into the poor house, I know, but it does make me see why people don’t choose healthier options. It’s not the best choice to make economically. Yet ironically enough, “extended sizes” for pants and shirts costs more.

Oh, and then there was this article I read online from Time magazine about how exercising doesn’t help with weight loss. The author’s reasoning behind such a statement is that she feels like exercise only increases our hunger and it causes us to eat more than we regularly would. I can almost agree with that, but she continues to say how people justify eating bad food because they use working out as an excuse and that after people work out they don’t want to eat salad, they want to eat pizza. To me that sounds more like a total lack of will power on the part of the person, not a total lack of result from exercise.
3 peasants / burninate

Sunday, August 2nd, 2009

Subject:Life and Times of Porch Dog.
Time:2:54 pm.
There’s this dog that lives in the apartment adjacent to ours. Bethany and I have decided to call her (Beth insists it’s a female though I still need to check) “porch dog” since that’s where she spends most of her time in this 100+ degree Texas heat. Occasionally her owners, a younger couple, will put her in a kennel outside on the front doorstep, but “front doorstep dog” is just not a convenient nickname. Anyway, call me over sensitive, but porch dog makes me want to call animal services on its owners. I don’t know why I just don’t, maybe because in the back of my mind I’m thinking I’m being too sensitive and that some people believe that dogs truly belong outside, but this is ridiculous. Porch dog spends her time outside on the porch almost all day and night, which is where she no doubt also goes to the bathroom since the backyard below where porch dog sits (she’s on the second floor) is covered with piles and piles and piles of poop. I’ve also gone back there a few times to see water spots all over the ground and at first I thought these were puddles of urine, but I’ve considered the fact that porch dog’s owners probably just throw some water down on the porch from time to time to clean up all their dog’s messes.

This makes me wonder just why in the world these people would bother even owning porch dog rather than giving her up to a humane society. I know it seems a little harsh, but keeping a dog outside in the heat all day, only allowing her inside the house so she can be rushed out the front door to an awaiting kennel, just seems like cruelty. I’ve even though about going over there and just asking for porch dog, to talk her off the hands of her owners, who obviously don’t want her. Beth said that recently she saw the female owner of porch dog carrying a baby so that might be why porch dog is never allowed inside the house but that’s a pretty poor excuse if you ask me. I know you didn’t ask me but I’m telling you, it’s a sad excuse. In my opinion, dogs trump babies, but kittens trump dogs. That’s just the way it goes.

I’ve seen porch dog’s owners take her for a walk from time to time, if letting porch dog run outside freely in the apartment complex constitutes a walk. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice that the dog is able to run free but when the owners are no where to be found during this time, it’s kind of annoying. I’ve gone outside with Penny several times over the last few weeks to have porch dog run over to us in an attempt to what I think is her way of playing. She stops just short of us and stares me in the face like I owe her money. I never think she’s doing to hurt me or Penny, but you never know with dogs and it would be nice if the owners would take responsibility instead of just opening the front door and letting their dog run free. I’ve determined it is Penny’s goal to just run free with porch dog all day long and I’d be happy to oblige, but from the few instances I have seen the owners outside with the dog, that’ll never happen. Usually one of them will run up to porch dog if they notice her trying to play with Penny and they’ll rush her back inside the apartment again, back out to the porch to wallow in her lost friendship with my dog.
2 peasants / burninate

Saturday, August 1st, 2009

Subject:Text Message Arguments
Time:10:56 am.
So I’ve been having a text message argument with my sister since 9PM last night and it seems to have stopped only a few minutes ago. I wanted to make this brief but in order to understand the ridiculousness of the situation there is some back-story involved. Come along with me, won’t you?

Approximately five years ago my sister got married. I went up to New Jersey, got dressed up in a tuxedo, played the role of a groomsman, and that was that. She got divorced a few years later and was engaged again this past December. She set her wedding date for November 21, which, for those keeping track at home, is three weeks after mine. Granted, Beth and I made our wedding plans after my sister did but still, it’s difficult for both of us since our weddings are so close together. But we’ll manage. We both decided to come to each other’s weddings and I apparently (I say this because I don’t remember a formal agreement) agreed to be a groomsman in her second wedding. Beth and I booked our plane tickets so that we would come in the Friday morning before the wedding and leave early the Sunday after, essentially leaving us two days in New Jersey, one of which would be spent at my sister’s wedding.

Keep in mind that since Bethany works only weekends that she’s only allowed three weekends (Saturday and Sunday) off a year. We’re spending one of those weekends in NEW JERSEY. But everything’s still cool thus far. My Aunt and Uncle, who are also going to the wedding in NJ, offer to pick Beth and I up at the airport on Friday morning and take us into New York City for the day since it’s only a ten-minute drive from the airport. I agree. Beth agrees. I then tell my sister who informs me that on Friday I have to go get fitted for a tux and go to a dress rehearsal and a dinner rehearsal. I tell her that I would like to go into the city and she says that I can just get the tux then, but I still have to go get it myself and be there in case it doesn’t fit. Unfortunately the tux place is too far from the airport and to go there and then go into NYC afterward would be wasting almost two hours of our time.

I instead decide to opt out of being at the wedding party altogether. My sister sent me a text last night saying she’d be “totally fine” with me not being in the wedding. I tell her I’d like to just be in the crowd (or is it audience? I don’t really know with weddings) with everyone else and she is since flipped out. She said she was up all night crying and that I ruined her wedding party by bowing out of it FOUR MONTHS in advance. She’s also making it a habit of reminding me that she only gets a week off for vacation a year and that she’s spending half of that time coming to San Antonio (on the TUESDAY before our SATURDAY wedding by the way) so now she’ll have to cut her honeymoon time short. Her whole argument makes it sound like I’m not coming at all which I am. I calmly tried to explain that the most important thing about our weddings is that we are both going to each other’s and that’s all that really matters.

We ended our text-only argument just a few minutes ago when she said she doesn’t want to say something she’ll regret (which translates to she doesn’t want to tell me not to come at all). Then, on top of all that, she sends me a text that I’m assuming is totally not meant for me because it says: “I don’t know if it’s the cancer or what John’s doing that’s making me sick.” So not only did I ruin my sister’s wedding plans but now she has cancer?
4 peasants / burninate

Saturday, July 18th, 2009

Time:10:39 am.
Facebook's status updates have ruined my ability to actually make lengthy Livejournal entries. Every time I think of a story to tell, I try to think of a way to tell it in one or two sentences.

Is there a way we can get with all the food companies and rationalize some sort of standard to follow when filling various containers full of food? Potato chip bags are half-full and Arizona Iced Tea bottles are filled to the point of spillage. There has to be a happy medium is all I'm saying.
3 peasants / burninate

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

Time:9:52 am.
I have no words for you, Michael Bay, just unequivocal anger.
7 peasants / burninate

Sunday, June 21st, 2009

Subject:Mind on my money and time on my hands.
Time:9:17 pm.
I always like to watch horror movies that have a ton of sequels and try to pinpoint the film where the villain becomes the favorable anti-hero because it’s usually the worst movie of them all. Right now I’m watching Child’s Play 3 and I think this is the point where the moviemakers gave up making Chucky scary and just turned him into a sarcastic prick. I would call this the worst movie of the franchise if Seed of Chucky hadn’t been made.

So that was a random opening to a post, wasn’t it? I’ve been wondering for a while now how many movies I own that I’ve never seen and finally I got up the gall to actually make a list, except I didn’t count all the random box sets I own, just single movies, and I had a tally upwards of 76 movies. I think I’m going to just stop counting there and start working on that list before I tackle the box sets, like all the James Bond films I own. It’s just better that way. Anywho, I own all the Chucky movies but never watched the first three, so I decided to today. Don’t ask me why, I just have a lot of time on my hands.

It’s a dangerous thing to have a lot of time on your hands because you start to think about things and it’s usually not good. I’ve been thinking lately about how much I’m worth, not in a sense of my possessions or my character, but work-wise how much I think I should be making right now. I have a degree (albeit in Film) and I make roughly $250 a week. Right now that’s enough to sustain a decent living but that’s only because Bethany makes about four times that a week and can pay for all the bills. As much as $250 feels like at the beginning of a week, it goes by pretty quickly once we start buying gas and food. That doesn’t leave much else for fun stuff like going to the movies, going to dinner, and buying the occasional hooker or two. It’s a rough economy, I know.

I like what I’m doing right now is the problem. I don’t want to quit working at Six Flags (though I might not have a choice soon enough) but I just want to make more money and I know that won’t happen. I don’t think I have the time to work a second job since I’m working five (sometimes six) days a week, so the only alternatives I can see to my current financial situation is to either sell my body to science or get a different job.

Trouble is I don’t know what to look for. I have some accounting experience from Universal and Six Flags, but nothing that would really mean a damn in the real world. I don’t think I could honestly apply for a real accounting job and get it because I lack the degree, even if I have the experience. I know, I can still try, and I will, I just really loathe accounting. I don’t mind the cubicle work if the work I’m doing is at least interesting, but if I’m banging my head against a keyboard for eight hours a day to stay awake, it’s not worth it, especially if I’m only making $8.50 an hour. But how do I judge my worth? Do I base it on degree or experience? How do I even begin to start doing something else? I want to go back to school (already) to get another degree but I don’t have the money to do so nor do I know what I want to do. I’m sure everyone else out there is in a similar situation so I’m done ranting for now. I’m pretty sure I’m missing some deep meaning in Child’s Play 3.
3 peasants / burninate

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

Subject:I needed an excuse to use this quote.
Time:5:55 pm.
Did you know a young boy drowned here? He was my son. And today, is his birthday.
1 peasants / burninate

Saturday, May 23rd, 2009

Subject:Sitting on the floor because I ain't got nothing to sit on.
Time:9:40 pm.
Is it bad that I use Livejournal to keep track of what my friends are up to or is it just a sign of changing times? Thanks to LJ, I now know that Jackie is a hot redhead, Danielle's a ginger kid, Stephanie is addicted to video games (and never invites me to play), Maria needs to catch a break, Jessica is going to be writing my resignation letter whenever I quit my job, and Tiara's cats are probably going to grow up to be serial killers.

With that in mind, I suppose it's time to find out what I've been up to, and the answer to that is not a whole lot. Bethany and I are moving to a bigger apartment in the same complex, so we've been moving our stuff for the last few weeks. I have to say that friends really come in handy when you're moving. I just moved our mattress up a flight of stairs by myself and it sucked about as much as it sounds. I don't know what Beth and I did to that mattress (actually, yes I do) but it was like moving a thirty-pound pancake. Every time I would start to drag it the end of it would just flop and it would eventually topple over. I tried to look really pathetic while moving it hoping that someone would help me out but I guess I didn't play it up enough. Next time I'll bring along a baby.

Speaking of which, I really want to see The Hangover. I'm sure it's going to be stupid, but the commercials make me laugh, especially watching Zach Galifianakis carry around a baby and Mike Tyson drumming to "In the Air Tonight." I'm so glad I'm not in film school anymore. I would have been drawn and quartered by now.

I'm losing focus just while typing all this out because of the loud bass that is vibrating my walls. We had a new neighbor move in a week ago and he hasn't stopped playing music since he moved in. I'm really glad that this is at the old place and not the new place.

I can't think of much else that has been going on. I'm losing weight sort of. When we got to Texas, I was somewhere between 245 and 250 and I weighed myself this morning and I'm at 227. I want to be able to fit into a comfortable and good looking tuxedo for my wedding. After that I'll be a fat kid again.

Oh, and I thought about shaving my head the other day. I'm really sick of my thin hair. I can't keep it long because of work and I can't do anything with it short that hides the fact that my hair is so thin. I might have to go to a salon next time I get a hair cut; maybe I can get a better opinion on what to do with my hair. I've looked online to see what I should do and from what I've read, short hair hides thin hair better than long hair but I have to disagree. Maybe I just don't have the right style. If anyone that knows anything about hair has any suggestions for short hairstyles that might hide how thin my hair is, throw it at me. I'm all ears.
3 peasants / burninate

Sunday, May 10th, 2009

Subject:Somebody's got a case of the Mondays... on Sunday.
Time:10:37 pm.
Thinking about going to work tomorrow has got me thinking about finding happiness in a career. If I ever get to the point where I can get paid to do something that makes me feel unique, I'll be happy. I just wrote a second draft for my review of Neil Marshall's Dog Soldiers (review coming soon to a Classic Horror website near you!) and it just flowed so eagerly onto the computer that I'm ecstatic. I've been having writer's block with these reviews lately and truth be told, a lot of what I've been writing lately I haven't been particularly proud of, but I also haven't been able to write something better. I'm not going to say that what I just wrote is the best piece of cinema evaluation I've ever written, but it was definitely the one that felt the most complete to me. I've struggled with my desire to become a film critic because I never felt what what I wrote could not be duplicated by others. After all, everyone sees movies. But when I write something like I did tonight, something so complete and mostly articulate, I feel a bit more unique.
/ burninate

Monday, April 27th, 2009

Subject:What I do at work.
Time:7:32 pm.
I e-mailed Beth the following message today:

I don’t feel good again today either. I think I have the swine flu. What are the symptoms?

She e-mailed me back this response:

You have an irresistible urge to roll in mud and eat garbage.

She's starting to get my sense of humor, me thinks.
2 peasants / burninate

Tuesday, April 21st, 2009

Subject:Sinking Ship.
Time:8:19 am.
Sometimes I feel like I'm on a sinking ship when I go into work. Six Flags was recently listed as one of the top companies to go under over the next year. Plus their stock was just suspended from the New York Stock Exchange. On top of all that, people are leaving the company left and right. We're already shorthanded and it's about to get busier. Though, coming from Universal, I don't think Six Flags can really get "busy" by my standards. It's just an uneasy feeling knowing that I might not have a job soon. I can't imagine an entire theme park just shutting down without some other company picking it up, but it's still sort of unsettling to read what I've been reading. It makes me even more nervous since I'm getting married in October. Maybe I can hold off losing my job until after I get married.
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Monday, April 6th, 2009

Time:10:32 pm.
I wish Facebook would go back to being a social network for college students. I really do. A few weeks ago a friend's mother added me to her friend's list, then a few days ago it was my future mother-in-law, and now, both my sister and my cousin (who I haven't seen in maybe 10 years) are my "friends." I don't feel like I can maintain my online persona (which is a more exaggerated and extroverted version of my real self) with family members watching what I say and post. So, I might just reserve Facebook for the occasional picture post and come crawling back to Livejournal for more personal updates. Unfortunately today won't be one of those updates since I'm tired from my long weekend. I got a new tattoo on Saturday (a picture will be posted soon), went to an AHL hockey game that night, and then drove to Houston the next morning to go to Wrestlemania 25. There was a horrible hotel experience that I might mention in a future entry, but let me just state that under no circumstance should anyone stay at a QUALITY INN. Spend the extra cash on a better hotel.
4 peasants / burninate

Thursday, March 5th, 2009

Time:6:39 pm.
Lost was so good last night that I changed my user picture to reflect the show's single greatest achievement: BEARDED JACK.

Oh, and I got a job at Six Flags and a puppy (not in that order). I'll post pictures of the dog on Facebook for anyone that cares to see what the soulless poop machine looks like.
4 peasants / burninate

Monday, February 23rd, 2009

Time:9:04 pm.
Is it completely dorky to get married on Friday the 13th or Halloween? I didn't think so either.

Oh, and if anyone out there can decorate a cake, I will pay you for a zombie wedding cake. All I want is a traditional wedding cake but at the top, a zombie is coming out and Beth and I are standing next to it. Beth will have a shotgun in her hand (extra $$$ if you can make Beth look like Ash from Evil Dead) and I will have a Cricket bat (extra $$$ if you know what I'm referencing). Just don't tell Bethany about the idea. She's not crazy about it in concept but I know she'll love it once it's already done, paid for, and sitting on a table at our wedding. Trust me.
1 peasants / burninate

Wednesday, February 18th, 2009

Time:8:21 am.
I'm engaged now. I think most people might have known that already but for those who didn't, I'm totally engaged. No joke. I asked Beth on Friday the 13th (how fitting and romantic I know) and she said, "Yeah, alright, if there is no one else." We're not sure when to get married but we want to make it either Halloween (October 31st) or November 13 (check the calendars, it's another Friday the 13th!) of this year. Not sure where or what the details are yet, but first we have to sort out that whole where are we going to be living fiasco. Since the economy is still in the toilet, Beth is having trouble getting another nursing assignment so we might be resigned to staying in San Antonio for a little while longer.

Speaking of sorting out, I'm heading in for an interview at Six Flags this morning. There is a job opening in their accounting department that I'm hoping I get. It'll make the decision to stay here be that much easier since I'll actually have a steady income and be able to contribute. Other than that, not much else. We've done a few fun things around the San Antonio area that I'll post up on Facebook soon enough. We also saw Friday the 13th yesterday. Naturally I was going to see it. I don't have time to go into details, but I thought it was alright. Jason was definitely the kind of killer he should be and I didn't find myself rooting for him as I did in most of the latter sequels of the franchise. Problem is, I wasn't really rooting for the kids in the movie either since almost all of them were kind of annoying. I liked the first group of campers (who survive all of about 25 minutes) much more and wish the movie had followed them.
7 peasants / burninate

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