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Current Mood: I be feeling good, yo! It's been a good while
since...
 "WHERE IN THE
@#$?! HAVE YOU BEEN?!!"
Nice to see you too, Leo.
Well, long story short is that I'm moved in, though STILL without
internet access. In fact, if all goes according to plan, I'll be
uploading this from Cristi's place this weekend. Mwahahaha!
Anyway, on with the show!
From the Notes of Mani: Since I didn't have internet access at
the time, I scribbled down a couple of notes a few weeks ago-
[
7/4/07
]
Got a chance to see ‘Transformers’ tonight.
Holy mother of crap, that was bad-assed.
This is one of those rare occasions where I
think going to see a movie at a predominantly black theater actually -enhanced- the experience. Sure, many have rightfully complained
about our vocal ways when viewing movies, but sometimes its nice to have
extra bit of commentary when something cool happens. You could tell that
there were many old-school fans in the audience, because applause would
break out over little things that the casual observer might not have
understood. I swear to goodness, I thought that the guy behind us was
going to unzip and start whacking when we caught our first glimpse of
Optimus Prime. Now, I’ll be the first to tell you that many of my
friends are much bigger 'Transformers' fans than I was back in the day,
but I am very pleased to report that
Michael
Bay
did not rape a significant portion of my childhood.
["Left cheek! Left cheek! LEFT CHEEK!"]
Also, we saw a VERY interesting, yet cryptic
trailer before the movie. Neil thinks that it might be a new 'Godzilla',
but the jury’s still out. I think that it’s time to do some
research, at least whenever my internet’s up and running again.
[I've done a little more research after the fact,
and it's being called Cloverfield at this point in time. From
what I've gathered from interviews with the director, he's aiming to
create an American giant-monster-mythos in the vein of Japan and Godzilla.
Now if you'll excuse me, my inner geek feels the need to touch himself
in an impure manner.]
The move-in process has been coming along
nicely. I’m still living with a bunch of boxes and Rubbermaid bins,
but my music, books, and movies are on their respective places, albeit
in nothing remotely resembling order. Cristi says that she sees the
progress, which is why I think it’s good to have a pair of fresh eyes
to take a look from time to time. I’ll be honest, I really don’t see
much of a difference from move-in day and now, so I’ll take her word
for it. *smirk*
[And for those that want to take a quick look at
the place BEFORE I moved everything in...]
[I'll be good and damned if I'm going to show you all what it's
looking like right now, though!]
Personal Soundtrack: Cartoon Capers by Dan the
Automator, Quarter by Fuel, Heaven Sent by Esthero, and
some random trance song that somehow ended up in my miscellaneous drive.
I'm continually amazed as to the amount of random crap I've found on my
system that I never put in there. Programs, music, and I kid you not,
lactating Asian porn. I guess it's a side effect from having room mates
and no password on your system =)
The Future Weeps: The following is a true tale of ignorance.
One of my coworker's mothers works part time at the Georgia Dome, and
always seems to have a story or eight in regards to some of the random
stupidity that goes on there. Most recently, she was near a grilling
area when a supervisor stopped by to check on things. Pleasantries are
exchanged, and the cook offers the supervisor some of the food that's
being cooked up. Said supervisor politely declines, stating that they
probably aren't grilling anything that he's interested in. "Not
unless you've got some tofu or something on there," he jokes. The
cook, legitimately confused, asks him what he means. "Oh,
sorry," the supervisor explains. "I'm a vegan," and goes
about his merry way.
Now, the cook apparently didn't know exactly what a vegan was, but at
least had the presence of mind to ask another coworker if she knew what
one was. "Oh, you don't know what a vegan is?" she stated
matter-of-factly. "That means he's from Vegas."
I damn near pissed myself laughing at that point.
And I can also say that this was one of those rare occasions in my
lifetime that I fully acknowledge the fact that, had I been there, I
honestly believe that I would have been moved to commit an
ignorance-based hate crime. I swear to goodness I'm going to start
beating people an inch from death with dictionaries any day now.
The Greatest Story EVER: The following is a true tale of
criminal stupidity.
A couple of months back, we did a wedding for a gentleman that
happens to be a licensed bounty hunter. He's been a really cool guy from
day one, and will stop by the store from time to time just to say hi,
and see how things are going. He stopped by today with a story that I
just HAD to share...
A few weekends back, he and his team (better than 20 strong) spent a
day training, practicing and the like in the unforgiving summer heat,
and elected to take the rest of the day off. By the time things fully
wrapped up, the group decided to stop by the local Red Lobster to grab a
little bite to eat and decompress before heading home for the evening.
It's coming close to 1AM, so naturally there weren't too many other
people in the restaurant at the time.
What happens next is a moment right out of a movie, as a guy comes
through the door, grabs a hostess, pulls out a gun, and loudly starts
demanding money. There is a loud cry of shock and alarm from most of the
patrons, aside from my buddy and his friends, of course. In fact, one of
his guys sighs, takes a look at my friend, and loudly wonders "Are
you shitting me?!" My friend smirks, calms his guys down, and tells
him to just follow his lead.
Pretty soon our gun-wielding associate makes his way into the dining
area with his hostage in tow, and my friend slowly stands, his hands up.
"Look," he calmly put forth. "You don't want this. Just
leave now, or this is going to end very badly for you." Of course
the guy wasn't hearing it, and gets even louder and more belligerent.
Eventually, he gets sick of hearing the lecture, pushes the hostess out
of the way, and looks away juuuuust long enough to cock his gun. My
friend simply smiles broadly, and calmly states the line of the night-
"Gentlemen..."
At that point, and I swear to goodness I would have paid good money
to have seen this, all 20+ members of his group spring into action. Some
take positions behind the bar, others behind tables; once everything is
said and done, they have formed a crescent perimeter around the man, and
EVERY FREAKING LAST ONE OF THEM has pulled out a weapon of some
sort.
First, there is silence. And then, there's snickering from the people
who, just moments before, were terrified. Finally, one woman just breaks
out laughing, followed immediately by the rest of the restaurant.
The man, now realizing the error of his ways, calmly puts his gun
down and drops to his knees. And as he's being being secured, a team
member makes an interesting observation-
Well, we'll just say that SOMEBODY got the crap scared out of them =)
There are moments that you love your job. I'm sure that was one for
them, but that was definitely one for me as well, because if we hadn't
provided tuxes for their wedding, I would have missed out on that gem of
a tale. And truly, who doesn't love hearing about criminals getting
traumatized?
The Ladies of Club Ninja Returns! : I ain't forgot about you
all... our next model is another young lady from Glenshire Abbey,
that being Ms. Deliah, the Mage-Hand-Bitch-Slapping wizard...
"Took yo' punk ass
long enough. Who you getting up here next, beyotch?"
You're a gentleman and a scholar, Leo.
I'm trying to showcase some variety, so I'm going to try and
move away from ladies from Glenshire Abbey (though I DO plan on
using one in October). That being said, I do have a young lady in mind
from a one-shot campaign that we ran some time ago. The other forerunner
would be another face from Realmwalkers. Anywho, I've got a mountain of
sketches to sort through, so we'll figure something out.
Random Quote: "Man, living alone is great. There's
nothing quite as liberating as walking around the house in boxer briefs
and a wife-beater, making a turkey sandwich while blasting Public
Enemy..." -- 'Welcome to the Terrordome', to be specific.
This was a random observation I made a couple of weeks ago, and TC
demanded that it be placed on Club Ninja. And truly, who am I to argue?
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I'm feeling pretty good right now. 
