No Creativity Before Bed.

Last night I goofed around editing my latest little video endeavor right up until the time I went to bed. Earl was out of town so I knew that I was going to have a hard time falling asleep anyways, so I figured I’d make myself good and tired then call it a night.

It didn’t work.

Last night I tossed and turned, thinking about what to do for a serious video project. I couldn’t get ‘video’ out of my head! Should I do a music video? What would happen if I tried various camera angles trying then split the screen so I could appear as twins, instead of doing a dead on shot. I kept hearing my transporter sound effect over and over, like a song stuck in my head. Of course, then I would fall asleep a little bit and get my transporter effects in my video mixed up with making out with Jonathan Frakes (I really don’t think I’m his type), then I would wake back up and think really strange thoughts about what is going to happen when aliens finally visit us and how Bush Lite would probably cry… you know how it gets in the middle of the night when you’re three quarters asleep but that one quarter of your brain doesn’t want to settle down and everything gets all mixed up. By 4:00 a.m. I was thinking I was related to Bea Arthur (watching the Golden Girls in bed is not a good idea either); I was certain Earl was going to drive through the bedroom window at any moment and I had a wonderful intimate conversation with our cat Tom, and he was talking back at me, plain as day.

I’m such a friggin’ mess.

The alarm jarred me awake, about 45 minutes after I finally fell asleep. It’s funny, on Monday and Tuesday I worked the 9:00 am shift at work, so I was able to wake up naturally in harmony with the sunrise, now that Daylight Saving Time Hell is over. The rest of the week? Get out of bed to the annoying sounds of our old GE alarm clock.

Practice Makes Silly.

With Earl out of town I decided to do a little practice with the Handycam again. Click on the picture above to see my 30 seconds of absurdity.

TrendyCub.

Earl is out of town on business last night, and thank the Universe, I am not on call so I have the opportunity to do something I haven’t done in a long while.

I am at Panera eating supper and surfing on my PowerBook. Like my blog friend Terry, I could easily become a WiFi Café whore.

Our local Panera is about three years old. It’s always busy. In fact, it was so consistently busy that they took another storefront in the plaza and expanded the seating area. I’m sitting in the new area. It’s my first time back here. It’s suppose to be for business people and online surfers, but for some reason a few people think it’s McDonalds PlayLand. There are barefoot kids running around looking for the Hamburgler. It’s a little disconcerting.

I had the opportunity to hook up with my friends Eric or Mike tonight, but I have to admit that I wasn’t really in the mood for human interaction. It’s been a long while since Earl has been out of town when I wasn’t on call, and I wanted to kind of just be by myself. I know they both will understand. You would think that after 9 1/2 years I would be over this romantic, lonely heart sort of thing, but I’m not. And to me, that’s good, because it’s just another indication that I am still very much in love.

If you ever go to Panera, don’t be fooled into thinking it’s healthy for you. It’s just fancy fast food. But it is still very damn good and I enjoy it very much.

There’s another man using his laptop here. He’s at the table behind me. I just heard the unmistakeable sounds of cursing and a stab at the power button to reboot. He’s using a non-Mac computer.

The Apple logo on my PowerBook continues to shine bright.

I’m still deciding what to do tonight after I finish my supper and blog entry. I think I’m going to mess around with the video camera. There might be a new video up soon. Something simple with additional transporter effects.

I’m such a geek.

Like Rabbits!




Like Rabbits!

Originally uploaded by macwarriorny.

Someone has been messing around with the camera again! I’m working on perfecting my technique with these photos. I see have to work on shadows and such.

Three way anyone?

I Just Won’t Shut Up.

I’m still getting a ton of e-mail about the cancellation of “Judging Amy”, seems I’ve climb to the top of the Google heap or something. Like myself, there are some mighty pissed “Judging Amy” fans out there!!!

Here’s the person you want to talk to:
Mr. Leslie Moonves
President & CEO
CBS Entertainment
51 West 52nd Street
New York, NY 10019
(212) 975-4321

I did not cancel “Judging Amy” (I’m proud to say that I am nowhere near that stupid.). I am not affiliated with CBS. I’d really like the show to come back, and would at least appreciate a response from CBS acknowledging that they have at least received my e-mails, letters and postcards, but I think they’re afraid to admit they made a mistake. So keep bombarding them!

Give 212-975-4321 a phone call and tell them how you feel. Ask for Les Moonves if you want, he’s the one that took “Judging Amy” off the air. Give that phone number a call and tell them how upset you are that “Judging Amy” is no longer on CBS. They love the phone calls.

Glorious.




Glorious.

Originally uploaded by macwarriorny.

It’s is an absolutely lovely day here in Upstate N.Y. The sun is shining brightly. Ladybugs are dancing on the window screens. The winds are warm at a balmy 63 degrees. There’s a magic in the air that can not be described by mere words.

Tonight ghosts and goblins will roam the streets looking for some candy to celebrate Halloween. Pranksters will throw some eggs or squirt some shaving cream to make their mark on society.

Tonight we will light some candles (in lieu of the traditional bonfire) and thank the Universe for all that we have been blessed with.

Today is truly a glorious day.

Holiday.

Earl and I attended my family’s traditional Thanksgiving-Christimas dinner at Halloween celebration today. The tradition started nine years ago when my grandfather remarried and started going to Florida right after Election Day. Since he and his wife weren’t going to be around for the holidays, we’d all celebrate early with a delicious buffet and a smattering of presents. It was a good time to get together with all my cousins and such and catch up with the family.

I didn’t know if the tradition would continue since my grandfather passed on in July, but I was glad to find out that everything was going to go as planned. So Earl and I trucked up north and went through the whole early holiday dinner routine. It was good to catch up with the family and share some stories. It’s probably the last time we’d see my sister before she heads back to Moscow to join her boyfriend while he plays hockey. She’s going to be gone until April this time. This is going to be an odd holiday season. Thank goodness for the internet and webcams.

Perfect Timing.

For most of the United States, at 2 a.m. daylight saving time will come to an end. Before you go to bed, be sure to set your clock back one hour if you live in an area observing Daylight Saving Time.

I’ve already ranted about Daylight Saving Time once this year, so I won’t do it again. I’m just happy that when I awake tomorrow morning, my body will once again be in sync with the earth and I won’t be trying to fool it by thinking it’s an hour later than it already is.

I just know I’ll feel much, much better.

Halloween Pressure.

Earl and I just returned from a friend’s Halloween party. We had a blast hanging out with everyone and the food was delicious and it was a romping good time. On the flip side, I feel like a big weight has been lifted from my shoulders because it was a costume party. And I’m not really that good at costumes.

I’m afraid my gay card will be taken away.

I always think of the *perfect* Halloween costume on November 3rd. It’s a given. I look back at the festivities we attended and say “oh, I should have dressed up like Spiderman” or something like that. This year I had absolutely no idea what to wear for tonight’s costume party so Earl and I went as Eagles football fans. Not very ingenious since we are Eagles fans, but a comfortable costume nonetheless that allowed us the luxury of hanging out in football jerseys without the fear of dragging a bat’s wing through a cheese dip or a mistakenly leaving a Zsa Zsa Gabor diamond in the fruit punch.

Now I’m looking back at the party and thinking I should have worn a barber’s smock and thrown a comb and a pair of scissors in the pocket and gone as a barber. I think a barber with a shaved head would have been cute. See, I always think of these things too late.

The last time I had a really original costume was in the early to mid 1990s when I dressed up as a bag of recycleables. I wore nothing but a blue recycleables bag and hung a bunch of soup cans and pop bottles off of it. It was a bit drafty but I didn’t feel fat because I wasn’t in a Hefty bag after all and it was environmentally conscious. And very suggestive. Good thing I was single at the time.

I think I’m going to make a note to review this blog entry in mid October 2006 so that I’m better prepared next year. Barber smock. It’ll look great.