October 2005

happy hour and unhappy hour

i sure do like yvonne. she is a writer in my office. we had a happy hour after a very loooong week at work last night, with her and her husband nate. margaritas and half price appetizers at on the border. nate and doc seemed to hit it off — he seems to be kind of a scifi nerd too. doc said that he kind of looked like russell crowe, which i can definitely see — the eyes and possibly the beard. i can’t even remember everything we talked about but it’s been a while since i laughed that long and that hard. i don’t think it was just the tequila making me laugh, either. anyway, i want to do that again some time. they’re coming to our halloween party on friday, which makes me happy. i think they’ll get along with our friends quite easily. i was kind of nervous at first, because i’ve only known her a few months and then only through work, and as we all know, i’m kind of socially inept until i get to know someone really well. i had this huge fear that we’d have nothing to talk about or that she’d think i was a complete loser. but happily, it did not turn out that way. in unhappier news, doc’s definitely in a cluster headache cycle. he’s getting them daily, sometimes more than once a day. he’s had one as bad as an “8” already. i hope this is a short cycle. i wonder if i started a cluster headache blog, which we could use to post the things that we write in the curious george journal, would anyone read it? i could advertise it in the cluster communities. the curious george journal is a little yellow book of sobbing, pain, screaming, […]

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fall, my ass

it’s 93 today. mid october. wtf???! i’ve only gotten to wear a jacket once this fall. i’m in a final cut pro training class this week. so far i’m learning that i don’t know jack shit. my half assed method of figuring out how to use it was, indeed, half assed. i learned so many basic things today that would have made my life so much easier had i known this stuff a couple of years ago. and it’s not just fcp stuff; it’s basic film editing terminology. it’s not like i’ve ever taken a class on film. my head is full of keyboard shortcuts. bonus: this will make it much easier to be the editor for “punchbuggy” when we film it. if, of course, we decide that it’s my turn on the editing side of things. nothing’s for sure yet. i’d definitely rather do that than direct, at this point, though. brittney, kirk, doc, and i went out for pizza and bowling on sunday night. quite a bit of fun, that was. my fingers still hurt from bowling, though. i wonder if professional bowlers get ball calluses. ew, that sounds dirty, doesn’t it? i like picasso’s pizza. it’s at skillman and audelia. kind of a nicer pizza parlor type place. they have a beer can room, and a nice patio. huge menu. tasty thin crust pizza. i need to go ba

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there is a first time for everything.

last night i got pulled over by a police officer. first time. the story: doc, brittney, and i had just finished having dinner at picasso’s pizza on audelia/skillman, and pulled onto northbound audelia and then left onto a side street to turn around so we could go south on audelia, and i saw lights behind me. the officer was quite friendly, asked for my license and insurance, and told me he’d stopped me because i didn’t put on my turn signal when turning onto the side street. which is unlike me, but ok, i do forget sometimes. and how lucky that there was a police car behind me when i did so. (or didn’t so, actually). he collected my licence, and doc’s license, and then asked me to roll down the back window so he could see inside. i told him they didn’t unroll, and i unlocked the door so he could open it. he shone his flashlight in and asked brittney how old she was. i think she was taken by surprise at that, because she paused before telling him “actually i’m 32.” she produced her driver’s license, and he took them back to his car to run them. in the meantime we saw another police car cruise by on this side street. doc said that he figured they were probably heavily patrolling that area for drunk drivers or outstanding warrants, and because we were in an older model car leaving a restaurant parking lot, we might have fit a particular profile. my failure to use my blinker gave him cause to stop me to check for open containers or minors under the influence or whatever they were looking for. a few minutes later he came back to the car, handed me the licenses, and told me to have […]

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