Monday, June 29, 2015

Mini Movie Monday!

This video is a humorous look at how to make traditional graduation ceremonies fun to watch. This is Carroll High School's Class of 2012 that got nailed on this one. Enjoy!

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Hurricane Saturday, Fort Wayne, Indiana

I woke up around eight or so today. I usually don't wake up that early. I couldn't get to sleep, and I didn't get to sleep until after four a.m., so I wasn't planning to stay up. But that wind! I had my window open and I looked out to a continual wind that was coming from the northeast, then seemed to change direction, without slowing down. I closed my window a bit and went back to sleep.

I had an appointment at noon, so I woke up a bit later, and didn't think much of the wind. I drove out to Jefferson Pointe, then decided to go back into town through West Central.

Holy Shitstorm! It looked like a hurricane/tornado/typhoon had struck. I took several pictures of the destruction. Feast your eyes!

I am tired of the term "stormnado" so I am calling it Hurricane Saturday, since that's what it felt like and that's what day it was on. I didn't have to go into work until later, so I went out and got storm pictures. I wasn't the only one.

This first pic is on a side street just off Wayne. This is an apartment building with a tree uprooted.

One of two cars I spotted which were damaged, but this one was absolute toast. This was on West Wayne Street, in the West Central district.

This tree fell across Wayne Street. 
The gentlemen on the porch are Richard Martin and Mickyle Esselman. The windows just beyond the top of the tree are their bedrooms.

These windows are the bedroom windows of the gentlemen on the porch.

Another uprooted tree.

Jefferson Boulevard.

Also on Jefferson Boulevard. 

Uprooted tree at Jefferson and College Streets.

Corner of Nelson Street.

Nelson Street.

Entrance to Swinney Park, looking East.

Entrance to Swinney Park, looking North.

At the Swinney Homestead.

Also at Swinney Homestead.

All three above from Swinney Homestead.

Jefferson Boulevard just East of the Swinney Tennis Courts.

The second car to get it, only not as bad.

Same car, different angle. West Wayne Street.
A close-up of the smashed blue car from earlier.

Uprooted tree, West Wayne Street.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

High School is Not Over...

Today I stood up for a fellow former classmate on our high school class Facebook page, and was told by yet another fellow former classmate, "no wonder no one liked you in high school."

Dear Mark Z. You are the reason I love and hate Facebook. Thank you and fuck you very much.

In other news, I just may have written a proposal for my first indie film.

Ah, fuck it, Class is over. Time to celebrate. Too much drama today from a person I don't even know. And that's a huge reason why I never attended the reunions until five years ago. With classmates like these, I really didn't need any enemies. But not all of them were like know who you are... :)

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

A Possible Experiment

I had an idea for a possible experiment. I ran into a former classmate at the Cinema Center, and ran the idea by her. She writes a 'zine, and said it could make for a good article. "Do it!" She said.

"Just don't get murdered."

I don't plan on it, but if I did, that would make for a damn good cautionary tale, wouldn't it?

Monday, June 22, 2015

Mini Movie Monday

This is a commercial for fake medicine. Enjoy!

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Workplace Hilarity

One of my co-workers told me about a day where our department was swamped and it was very busy in the store. Someone at the front desk decided to yell over to our department instead of getting on the phone. He yelled, "hey, do we have any big black caulk in a tube?" A nanosecond later, he realized what he'd said. "You should have seen his face," said my co-worker.

But I laughed so hard at the "big black caulk" in a tube comment. Because it sounded like "big black cock in a tube" and I laughed so hard, I nearly started crying and almost peed my pants. Strange how I can enjoy a gamut of emotions literally within hours of each other.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Avid Fan

"There's a writer named Kilgore Trout."

"There is?" Trout looked foolish and dazed.

"You never heard of him?"

Trout shook his head. "Nobody--nobody ever did."

*  *  *

Billy helped Trout deliver his newspapers, driving him from house to house in the Cadillac. Billy was the responsible one, finding the houses, checking them off. Trout's mind was blown. He had never met a fan before, and Billy was such an avid fan.

Avid fans are the BEST. I know...because I have one. :)

The first commenter to correctly identify the novel this quote came from and the author and the elementary school I went to AND the kindergarten teacher I had gets a free autographed copy of my first collection of short stories, which includes at least one science-fictiony type story.

I don't ask for much, I just ask for what I want.