Friday, August 29, 2014

Saying goodbye to my youth...

I've been getting ready leave Texas and head out to New Orleans. 

Today... deciding what clothes in the closet are making the move with me. 

The entire process was excruciatingly painful.  Clothes,  it turns out, are very important to me.  There's not a real reason for it.  I'm exceedingly grateful that I'm one of those people that annoy everyone else.  I can wear just about anything.   I'm essentially a walking clothes hanger.  So it's not like I have to hold on to these because it's hard to find anything that fits.

But there are clothes I love.  And I take very good care of them,  so they're are shirts here that are 20 years old.   I've managed to force myself though... the International Male shirts,  which looked so damned good on me, with their generous sleaves and dropped shoulders, narrow collars and cuffs,  are gonna of to find a new home.  A Miami Vice jacket has bid me a fond farewell and gently folded its turquoise self into a box, taking its place besides a half dozen rayon shirts sporting Chinese characters which I never knew the meaning of.

I am lost... bereft. .. abandoned...

I need vodka.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Here I am...


I know, I know, I said I was gonna check in on Sundays.  Monday is gonna have to do this week...  I've had to take it easy today.  I came about one inch from having heat stroke on Sunday.  

Its been hot this summer.  And everybody always goes, "but it's a dry heat..."  like that's supposed to make it better.  

I'll admit that 80% humidity is almost unbearable... but when you breath in 10 to 15% humidity, and exhale 30 to 35% humidity, just breathing dehydrates you.

Now, people who live on more arid parts of the country know this, but until recently, this part of Texas wasn't necessarily the more arid part of the state.  

Maybe it's global warming, but it's been extremely hot and dry this year and we aren't necessarily prepared for it.  

What out boils down to is that I pushed myself a little too hard on Sunday, and its challenging to drink enough liquid coming in... i really have a hard time drinking a gallon of water before noon, but as far as i can tell, that's what it's gonna take...

I'm also looking at keeping aspirin on me at all time, NOT Tylenol, not Ibuprofen,  old fashioned aspirin.  Turns out it makes you absorb water quicker.  

But, Since I had a big case of wore the hell out today... i crocheted.  Skulls for shoes...



And a couple of hanging bottles...
And I've about OD'd on TV.

The last day at the cotton candy company was ok... id spent two weeks hinting that i liked chocolate cake and come lunch... NOTHING.   

  
That's just hateful.  

Anyway... afternoon break showed up, and lo and behold... little debbie snack cakes.   

Better than nothing.



Thursday, August 21, 2014

Later...

Some of you may have noticed that I haven't been posting as much lately... in the midst of getting ready to move and I just haven't had five minutes to tap a keyboard. 

It's starting to dawn on me how big a change I'm making.  Its huge.  And long overdue.  And a bit scary, but in a good way...

I'm booked into Saint Vincent's again, and finding a permanent home is a priority when I get there.  Also, getting in contact with casting directors, and day labor services, and applying for permanent jobs... basically what I'm saying is that I'm gonna be way to busy... so I don't know how much I'll be on blogger.  Or Facebook. 

Not abandoning you.  Just occupied.  I'll try to make a point of checking every Sunday tho...

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Tatted skull

Actually not to thrilled with this experiment... I'm not even gonna post the pattern.  But it's a first try, who gets a new pattern on a first try, right? and I'm gonna another. 

Thursday, August 07, 2014

Tuesday, August 05, 2014

Holding pattern...

Here's the thing... I've decided to make my move( to New Orleans.  But I'm still making cotton candy at the factory as a couple of extra paychecks will certainly come in handy...  (by the way... I got my 90 day raise after I'd been there for six months,  50 cents an hour.  I feel like pinching someone's head.)  The thing is... after you've decided that you're quitting a job eventually anyway, you suddenly become very intolerant of idiocy from the employers.  I haven't flipped my lid yet... but I'm verging close...

Yesterday, I came very very close.  I showed up too find out that two coworkers had left for Mexico over the weekend, and another had gotten arrested and was sitting I'm jail.  The one who was arrested, a young lady, was sitting in a cell on traffic warrants, and her boyfriend and father of her child, wasn't bailing her out. 

Now I was raised old school... a man doesn't let the mother of his child sit in jail.  Any man that does is quite frankly,  not a man.  But I  managed to bite my tongue and get through the day and even ramped up production to try to catch up on orders... of course going that quick you sacrifice accuracy on the scales... so boss decided that he was gonna have a fuss with me about the bags averaging 2/10 of an ounce heavy, and myself and two other of the employees decided we could just shove a bag over his head and take bets on how long it took him to pass out...  but, we didn't. 

So,  I'm in holding mode.  Boss don't know I'm leaving yet... And he may not know till I pick up that last paycheck... face it, you go around being a jackass and some of us don't feel obliged to treat you like anything but a jackass...

Friday, July 25, 2014

this may not work for me...

The last move i made was a random ,messy affair and I've determined that this one will be more organized.

Famous last words, right?

Doing my best to cut back on stuff,  liquidate,  etc etc etc

But, I'm a flea market guy... i live on STUFF.

So...going through clothes as they come out of the dryer... it's my favorite hang around the house doing nothing shirt.   It's been washed a gazillion times, its all broke in and comfy... but can i really justify moving it across state lines?  I mean.. its my fave... that coffee stain down the front just gives CHARACTER,  right?
Ok.  Its gotta go.

And yeah... i know i have a good dozen pair of black dress pants, and i only really wear two of them.... but these are the ones I wear to funerals.  Even tho the other black ones are just as nice , these are the funeral pants.   You gotta have funeral pants, right?

And no, i havent worn that uber cool jacket since i quit the night club business... and yeah... its old enough to be retro now... and lets face it... I could probably sta k books on those shoulder pads, but that's my club jacket, dammit... and you may be starting to see why moving doesn't really go that well for me...


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

I just found out that Justin Bieber has a cologne out that smells like cotton candy.

So, at the end of my work day... i smell like a 13 year old female Justin bieber fan.

CHARMING

Monday, July 21, 2014

Plans...

So... it pretty definite.  I'll be moving to New Orleans at the end of August. I don't have a job lined up yet or even a place to live.  Right now I am focusing on getting all my money and resources together in one spot. When I get there I will sign up with the day labor folks and wash dishes, do warehouse work, etc until I can find something I like better. I'll probably rent a room, as rent is pretty cheap  & I will also be signing up with movie extra casting. I'm doing that because I found out that Louisiana, in particularly New Orleans, is filming in excess of 100 film projects a year. Therefore an experienced extra should be able to get some work.

I'm really impressed that American Horror Story will be filming in New Orleans this year even though this series of the show is actually set in Florida. Trust me. I will be on that set.  If I have to take out every working extra of my physical type to make that happen, so be it.  They're also currently filming NCIS New Orleans, which would be cool too.  Of course, a lot of these projects are just scenes rather than complete movies, but who cares? 

And that's the plan.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Haven't written much,  but it not because I haven't had anything going on...  one of my friends lost his mother last week and I attended the service on Friday. 

They should have warned me. 

I was kind of expecting a service mostly in Spanish, and I'm certainly capable of bowing my head when everybody else does and basically following along.  And of course I knew that the she had attended the Iglesia Baptista, and, living in Texas, I'm certainly familiar enough with Baptist services to basically know what going on, despite any language issues. 

What I didn't know is a nephew, a reverend in a fundamentalist church, would be conducting the service. 

Now, I'm pretty broad minded myself, and I'm certainly willing to tolerate others beliefs and traditions at their funerals and weddings and such... I'm just a guest as I didn't have to attend after all... but if your tradition includes altar calls... and your expecting me to bow down by a casket and have unknown persons pray for my sins in Spanish... you are going to be sorely disappointed.  I will stage my own little Episcopalian revolt right there... fortunately, it never came to that as I noticed the rest of the family and the other mourners seemed to be just as stubbornly sticking to the pews as I was and he moved on... a young lady sang a very good rendition of, "His Eye Is On The Sparrow" and he stood again.

Expecting that the service was winding down after the final hymn, I was disappointed. 

Now he began quoting the bible,  this was a verse about David & Bathsheba.  He then lapsed into Spanish,  so I'm afraid I cannot tell you how that adulterous relationship was relevant to the occasion, but I'm kind of fascinated to know.  And then another altar call.  Again, no takers... but that didn't seem to discorage him much... he's determined... finally,  an hour and a half later, about the time that smokers at the back of the room had begun sneaking out, an the smokers at the front of the room were gritting their teeth, we all stood up and paraded past the casket for the final viewing. 

She was a great lady.  I gladly and willingly endured this terribly uncomfortable service in her memory. 

But an hour and a half is pushing it.  And I'm blaming that preacher.  He's there comfort, not convert, and there's nothing comforting about staring at a coffin while being told the deceased is in heaven and you'd better repent right this second if you want to join her later.  (I'm not making that up... that was the message.  And I cannot for the life of me figure out how David and Bathsheba apply to that.)

So we joined the smokers outside and waited for the graveside service.  The groundskeepers were up to something, and we finally realized they was trying to chase off a coyote who was having a grand old time leading them on a merry chase among the tombstones.  We were all cheering the coyote on actually, for a few minutes there.  

My friend,  the son of the departed, came out, said "thank you for coming" then we walked to the graveside.

So, the coffin was there. 

The pall bearers all took off their (green?) Carnations and placed them on the coffin. 

Reverend stepped up and conducted a prayer. 

And he started talking.

And, I kid you not, ANOTHER altar call. 

I swear I could hear the sound of the entire crowd rolling there eyes.

This man was determined.

And I am not proud, but I distinctly remember thinking,  "if anyone is crude enough to stand up in this cemetery and have a graveside conversion... at least their soul will be saved before I hit them upside the head with a rock and push them in the hole."

Again... no takers. 

There was a lot of fingernail studying, and ladies found things to look at in their purses, and gentlemen gave serious consideration to their shoelaces.  

Finally we were released. 

There was of course food, in the fellowship hall of the Iglesias Baptista,  and my friend informed me that none of the family, nor his mother, had particularly wanted that particular nephew to perform the service,  but they were kind of trapped into it somehow,  and the actual reverend of her church, who had attended, was not happy at all... but there we were...

So.

That was my Friday.

It was an experience to say the least...