Tuesday, July 01, 2008
I am far slippier |5:24 AM| Over the weekend was the Conspiracy Party. Excellent party. My main contribution was the construction of this:
Which was then painted and made awesome by Cass and Jessi:
They had started to lose momentum during the project, and when I came back from picking up coolers they had an idea that had re-inspired them.
Real chest hair was needed on the fat Elvis stand up. Being part of the project or being the only good enough sport for it, I doffed my work shirt and proceeded to rusty razor/ electric buzz cut the majority of my front insulation. You can see it in the above photo.
A bit of reciprocating saw work, some sanding, and voila, a wonderful set piece.
http://picasaweb.google.com/Cecil137/ConspiracyParty/photo#5217450334157687538
The party was an absolute damned blast, rivaled only by the preparation for said party, injuries and all. Thanks to this my tetanus shot is now up to date.
The rest of the photos tell in that gallery tell a better story, diving and water balloons, gas masks and booby trapped pinatas.
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Wednesday, January 23, 2008
An unsteady weekend |10:10 PM| My birthday party was this past weekend.
The premise was to make small cakes, and I did not expect the level of cake output demonstrated. I was damned happy. Kristina made an excellent cake (with a secret recipe she'd extracted using truth serum or something) and T-shirts, all in the spirit of "Portal".
Cass's cake had that bad ass frosting she's been using. Stacy made a cake whose rum content was approaching that of super-saturation, or perhaps, Hunter S. Thompson. Mike and Sheel prepared fantastic brownies with (sadly melted) frosting that said "Call 1-800-Brendie for an OK time"
When I got home that evening, before the party, I found that the apartment was nearly a Lovecraftian horror. Slime mold, an unidentifiable and terrible odor, debris of broken lives, etc. Jimmy, Jeff, and I had not been there for any real length of time in weeks, and like a neglected child the apartment was acting out for attention.
I spent the next two hours making the place habitable. I claimed I was cleaning, when I removed dozens of bottles, scraped slime off of dishes, and mopped the floors I technically was. However, with the hurling of most of the apartment into Jimmy's room, and the covering of other objects with bedsheets, I was really set decorating. Thanks, independent film experience! I should have removed all trademarked items while I was at it.
I also, for a few hours, lost my awesome cat. God, the ripping emotional impact was... it's a cat. It's a pet, but I am emotionally invested in her. Seeing her run, being unable to catch up and watching her vanish into the undergrowth is still fucking with me a bit.
It wasn't panic, it was just incredible frustration and helplessness. Stupid cat. We managed to find her after two and a half hours, and given the near freezing temperatures that was probably pushing it, chance of survival-wise.
While she was escaping (A salesman at the door, she jumped by my legs, salesman did a poor job of grabbing at her) She scratched the shit out of me, and bit my hand a couple of times.
One of the bites managed to poke a flexor tendon, and it caused a hell of a reaction. I bring this up because for quite a time (I mean, after needing a bunch of pain killers and immersion in ice water) I couldn't close my hand, my middle finger always in partial salute to the world. Figures.
In any case I still managed to tape the Naked Empire show that evening, even if I was so late I could only get the NauseaCam footage with the hand held, no static shot. It was a good show, but shorter than usual.
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Monday, June 04, 2007
Christina Returns. |9:41 PM| The weekend:
http://picasaweb.google.com/Cecil137/StinaSReturnParty
Christina has returned from France, a party was thrown.
There was music, and so we danced.
This terrible dance was imported from Korea about 10 years ago.
Jordan came by for a visit, always good to see him.
I ended up going to all night diners twice in one evening, first with Kristina, then later Christina. Christina (when she went to Star Seeds) Spent a great deal of time yelling about how she loved America, missed America, mostly due to their being places to eat at 4am.
Despite getting in at about 5:45/6am, I went out to see Kamon, Cass, and Jimmy all play soccer
Hung out at Jason's place, then watched "Aliens" with Will, who had managed to never see it.
Sunday was spent vegging out at a professional level.
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I am far slippier |5:24 AM| Over the weekend was the Conspiracy Party. Excellent party. My main contribution was the construction of this:
Which was then painted and made awesome by Cass and Jessi:
They had started to lose momentum during the project, and when I came back from picking up coolers they had an idea that had re-inspired them.
Real chest hair was needed on the fat Elvis stand up. Being part of the project or being the only good enough sport for it, I doffed my work shirt and proceeded to rusty razor/ electric buzz cut the majority of my front insulation. You can see it in the above photo.
A bit of reciprocating saw work, some sanding, and voila, a wonderful set piece.
http://picasaweb.google.com/Cecil137/ConspiracyParty/photo#5217450334157687538
The party was an absolute damned blast, rivaled only by the preparation for said party, injuries and all. Thanks to this my tetanus shot is now up to date.
The rest of the photos tell in that gallery tell a better story, diving and water balloons, gas masks and booby trapped pinatas.
Labels: Art, Parties, Pictures
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Wednesday, January 23, 2008
An unsteady weekend |10:10 PM| My birthday party was this past weekend.
The premise was to make small cakes, and I did not expect the level of cake output demonstrated. I was damned happy. Kristina made an excellent cake (with a secret recipe she'd extracted using truth serum or something) and T-shirts, all in the spirit of "Portal".
Cass's cake had that bad ass frosting she's been using. Stacy made a cake whose rum content was approaching that of super-saturation, or perhaps, Hunter S. Thompson. Mike and Sheel prepared fantastic brownies with (sadly melted) frosting that said "Call 1-800-Brendie for an OK time"
When I got home that evening, before the party, I found that the apartment was nearly a Lovecraftian horror. Slime mold, an unidentifiable and terrible odor, debris of broken lives, etc. Jimmy, Jeff, and I had not been there for any real length of time in weeks, and like a neglected child the apartment was acting out for attention.
I spent the next two hours making the place habitable. I claimed I was cleaning, when I removed dozens of bottles, scraped slime off of dishes, and mopped the floors I technically was. However, with the hurling of most of the apartment into Jimmy's room, and the covering of other objects with bedsheets, I was really set decorating. Thanks, independent film experience! I should have removed all trademarked items while I was at it.
I also, for a few hours, lost my awesome cat. God, the ripping emotional impact was... it's a cat. It's a pet, but I am emotionally invested in her. Seeing her run, being unable to catch up and watching her vanish into the undergrowth is still fucking with me a bit.
It wasn't panic, it was just incredible frustration and helplessness. Stupid cat. We managed to find her after two and a half hours, and given the near freezing temperatures that was probably pushing it, chance of survival-wise.
While she was escaping (A salesman at the door, she jumped by my legs, salesman did a poor job of grabbing at her) She scratched the shit out of me, and bit my hand a couple of times.
One of the bites managed to poke a flexor tendon, and it caused a hell of a reaction. I bring this up because for quite a time (I mean, after needing a bunch of pain killers and immersion in ice water) I couldn't close my hand, my middle finger always in partial salute to the world. Figures.
In any case I still managed to tape the Naked Empire show that evening, even if I was so late I could only get the NauseaCam footage with the hand held, no static shot. It was a good show, but shorter than usual.
Labels: Cat, Parties, Pictures
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Monday, June 04, 2007
Christina Returns. |9:41 PM| The weekend:
http://picasaweb.google.com/Cecil137/StinaSReturnParty
Christina has returned from France, a party was thrown.
There was music, and so we danced.
This terrible dance was imported from Korea about 10 years ago.
Jordan came by for a visit, always good to see him.
I ended up going to all night diners twice in one evening, first with Kristina, then later Christina. Christina (when she went to Star Seeds) Spent a great deal of time yelling about how she loved America, missed America, mostly due to their being places to eat at 4am.
Despite getting in at about 5:45/6am, I went out to see Kamon, Cass, and Jimmy all play soccer
Hung out at Jason's place, then watched "Aliens" with Will, who had managed to never see it.
Sunday was spent vegging out at a professional level.
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