| Uncanny Inspirado!!!!! |
[Jul. 28th, 2005|03:26 pm] |
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July 29th 7 p.m. - 11 p.m. 2005
July 30th 10 a.m. - 10 p.m. 2005
@ Barking Legs Theater
1307 Dodds Ave. Chattanooga
ADMISSION IS FREE
Register at the show for a chance to win cool art and other items
I'll be there Friday night and most of Saturday from around 4ish on. Hope to see you all there. |
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| Uncanny Inspirado |
[Jun. 28th, 2005|10:29 am] |
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July 29th 7 p.m. - 11 p.m. 2005
July 30th 10 a.m. - 10 p.m. 2005
@ Barking Legs Theater
1307 Dodds Ave. Chattanooga
ADMISSION IS FREE
Register at the show for a chance to win cool art and other items.
Some of the images contained in this site and at the exhibit are of a mature content.
Everyone involved with the show may not share all the views being expressed.
What is an Uncanny Inspirado?
Uncanny: (adj.) strikingly odd, eerie, and transcending the ordinary.
Inspirado: (n.) a force that stirs the intellect and emotions for creativity.
Uncanny Inspirado is Chattanooga's largest art exhibit that features non-traditional artists and their unique views and forms of expression. The best way to describe the art...is to show the art.
http://www.uncannyinspirado.com/ |
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| Uncanny Inspirado |
[Jun. 15th, 2005|12:01 am] |
http://www.uncannyinspirado.com/
I just talked to Mark (Parton Imaging), my friend who is setting up the show and he told me he'd put me on the website. I'm listed under Artists.
I just need to reshoot a few pics, choose a size for the prints and choose a matte color for the frames. I've a little over one month to pull it off. I was realy worried at first but after talking to Mark, my fears have been lessened. Many of the artists don't have any idea about what they are going to show so I'm ahead of the game.
I posted this in my regular journal (the_rebound_guy) but as some friend's have not yet meandered over there I figure I shall x post this here. Come one, come all to support your local artists, and me. |
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[Mar. 12th, 2005|10:16 pm] |
Last week= bad
Today= good
Tomorrow= outlook unknown |
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[Mar. 4th, 2005|10:45 pm] |
Take the quiz at dicepool.com
You are the rare, the overlooked, yet incredibly useful dodecahedron: the d12. You are a creative, romantic soul. You often act without thinking, but make up for your lack of plans with plenty of heart. You easily solve problems that stump others, but your answers tend to put you into even deeper trouble. You write long, detailed backgrounds for all your characters, and are most likely to dress up as one or get involved in cos-play. You can be silly at times and are easily distracted by your own day dreams, but are at the end of the day you're someone who can be depended on. |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2005|11:09 pm] |
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...I am without words... |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 3rd, 2005|02:25 am] |
Ok. So it wasn't a date. I thought it was but it wasn't.
Last Thursday while sipping wine at my favorite coffeehouse/restaurant, I saw her. I flirt with her everytime I'm there so why should that night be any different? I called to her asking when she was going to see a mivoe with me. She answered "Monday?" When I walked to my car I tried not to shout out. I hadn't been on a real date in...I can't remember.
The weekend passes. I spend it with my visiting cousin.
Monday. I call fully expecting her to have other plans and was pleasantly surprised when she answered her phone and seemed to be looking forward to going to a movie with me. She had to go though. She had to finish a paper and would call me back in 30 minutes. An hour later she still hadn't called. "Ah, well," I thought. A quiet evening alone. Then the phone rang and it was her. We made plans to see the 4:10 showing of Constantine at the Rave. I jumped off the phone, showered and got ready. I was at the Rave at 4pm. At $:15 I was in the theatre with my popcorn and Mr Pibb alone watching the previews. She hadn't shown yet and I wasn't going to miss the movie I'd paid for. unchivalrous? probably, but we had said we'd meet at 4. After the 3 preview she showed up.
The movie was cool. I enjoyed it.
After the movie we decided to try Provino's...too crowded so it was off to Olive Garden. We were in separate cars and she arrived before I did.
We sat at a table near the bar area and began to peruse the wine list and menu when she said," Oh, by the way. My Friend Joe, he's the one who's been calling, called on my way here and I invited him to join us. Is that ok?"
Crash!
"Ummm...sure..." (fuckity fuck fuck!)
So Joe arrives and I notice he's younger and thinner and better looking than me. Ok. I can handle this. She on a friend date, obvious to me now, and she invites the guy she wants to date along. So I do what any guy would do in this situation, I begin to geek out about games with Joe. (Well maybe not any guy, but maybe ones who refuse to play mind games.) The girl gets left out of most of the conversation. Then I feel bad so I switch gears to music and bands. The conversation is stll mainly me and Joe. Hey, if she wanted it to be different, she shouldn't have invited Joe. Or not gone out with me and gone out with Joe. No big deal. I still enjoyed myself even if I did spend way too much money. So we all leave and I shake Joe's hand and give her a quick hug. AS I drive away I see them embracing in her car. This was not a date and I'm ok with that. I had a good time regardless. |
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[Feb. 26th, 2005|11:13 pm] |
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I get up this morning around 10am and begin to finish cleaning my apartment for my cousin's visit. I call my coworker Cristy about her buying some of my LOTR figures for her 2 kids. I hate cleaning but it needs to be done. I clean the bathroom and then take a shower. I clean out my car so I can drive my cousin and her friend around town. I take the garbage out. Cristy shows up. Damn she looks pretty, but she's a coworker and heven though we flirt, I don't try anything. I carry the box of toys to her car and tell her bye and go back up to finish cleaning.
Around 2pm, Elaine and her friend Vicky show up. Elaine is a hugger. She loves giving hugs and she gives those kind of hugs that if you loves you, you feel it. I love my family. It feels good to have family love you back. We sit and chat for a while and then I take them for a drive.
We go to Aretha Frankenstiens fisrt. I order a quesodilla and a coke, they order hot chocolates. I like Aretha's. They enjoy it too. Next we drive to Point Park. Coolidge Park was packed and there was no parking to be found. They want to see the the view so we start the drive up to Point Park. Elaine says how she is glad I'm driving because she'd never be able to handle the curvey roads. Point Park...There's a 3 dollar admission to get in. We walk around and take pictures. I take a few of the valley and monuments I think I might be able to sell prints of. We walk around for a while before we venture back down the mountain.
Elaine needs chapstick and batteries for her camers. Kmart is the closest to my apartment so off we go. We go back to my place so I can change shoes. We sit around and talk about my life and her life and her friends life. I miss talking to people I actually want to talk to. I miss talking to people in person and not over the phone or the internet. Something about watching their expressions and how their face creases and wrinkles as they laugh and talk always facinates me.
For dinner I drive them to the Mellow Mushroom where we order a pizza. Only half of it has mushrooms b/c Vickie only eats peporoni on pizzas. OUr waiter had the quirky personality of a sitcom character. We witness a gaggle of toe headed children beat each other up in a booth while the parents in the next booth blissfully ignored them and drank their beers and ate their pizza slices.
After dinner I show them my favorite view from the top of the Bijou theatre. I snap a few sellable shots of the Aquarium before a security guard begins to approach. We quickly get into my car and drive off. We drive back home,crosing Ol Jotti bridge and Elaine comments on how pretty Chattanooga is. I realize she is correct. I've lived here so long I forget the good parts of this city.
We get home and I put Dogma into the XBox I use as a DVD player. Elaine has never seen it and Vickie suggests she does. The movie is over and Elaine and Vickie are asleep.
Tomorrow I plan on taing them for breakfast at Mudpies before walking arund Coolidge Parka nd the Walking Bridge. After that, they leave back for Indiana.
I miss having people in my home.
I should sleep now so i'll be ready for tomorrow's adventure. |
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| Aeromancer |
[Feb. 26th, 2005|11:23 am] |
Ok, so it seems your LJ is gone for now.
I'll write about you anyway, as you were next on the list.
You are one of my closest friends. Even though you are rarely in town and are always on the road, you call me more than most. Your 'reality checks' make me take a step back and reconcider my actions past and possibly future. Your spirituality has caused me to change my way of thinking in regards to non christian religions and because of you I own more alternate religion books than I do bibles. Knowing you has enriched my life and broadened my horizens.
I love ya, man. But not in that prison love, more like that truck stop 3am knockin' on the door to your truck kinda lovin' |
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| Absinthcinder |
[Feb. 24th, 2005|12:45 am] |
I've kept you on my list b/c the mystery of your identity has not been wrapped up yet. I actually have a good idea of who you are and am waiting to unveil your identity all Scooby-Do mystery style.
If you are who I think you are, I remember the times we ate at the Soup Kitchen before crew, and the conversations in the Green Room. Most of all I remember the fun cast party at your place when Fred got completely blitzed and tried to get Monessa to take off her pants.
Ahh, memories of UTC theatre.
If it isn't you then the mystery is still unsolved...and Robert Stack is dead so no help there. |
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| _b0mbshell |
[Feb. 23rd, 2005|10:01 pm] |
i met this lovely aussi lass online a while ago. (she's beautiful!)
She is an excellent photographer. Most of her works are self portraits although I've seen quite a few of her landscape pics. All are breathe taking.
I don't get to chat with her as much lately as I never see her on. I wish her all the luck in her endeavers.
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| Fear |
[Feb. 23rd, 2005|09:44 pm] |
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My biggest fear is for people not to like me.
I'm getting over that. I am tired of being used and being lied to.
I'm tired of the childish games that certain people in my circle of gamer friends play to make themselves seem big when they are actually small, simple minded, and petty. I am going to choose my friends more carefully. I'm am most likely going to quit the live action roleplaying games mainly b/c of a small group of people..actually just a few persons that have run off the people I want to see at the games.
I am cleaning out my LJ friends list. A few reasons.
1. I actually think of you as a friend but you piss me off right now and I don't want to deal with you at the moment. (you'll be added later when I cool down)
2. You added me to boost your friends list.
3. I don't know who the fuck you are and you never comment.
4. You aren't my friend.
5. You are a member of the Camarilla and I am distancing myself from the drama.(you'll be added once the drama ends)
6. I actually don't like you.
7. You're a two faced ass-hat who'd lie to your own sweet granny if you thought it'd make you look better in the eyes of your peers.
8. You post more than Glas or Cherie. (sorry I reserve my LJ friends page for those 2 b/c they've fucking earned it from me in one way or another)
9. What you write is self depreciating drivel and I'm tired of reading about how you've made yourself out to be a victim.
10. What you write is neither witty or intellectual, although you think it is. I am tired of laughing at your expense.
11. I'm tired of your shit.
So there you have it.
This applies to all of you in one point or another. Some only one...some several.
Will this make me reviled? Probably.
Do I really care? Nope.
So there you have it.
AS I post I will be writing about the friends on LJ I have and what they mean to me and why they are my friends.
Those that are added back I'll write about as added. Everyone likes to feel wanted and appreciated. Technoir started doing this and I liked the idea.
This post will be a sounding board for my life. Honest and with out restriction. No longer will I be held back by what others think. I'm conquering my fear. |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2005|11:27 am] |
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So far my week sucks. |
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[Feb. 21st, 2005|01:45 pm] |
It seems all the cool 'package' programs I got on my new computer were 30 day trial version. I fucking hate Dell. Give me a version oldre than the one you gave me for a trial not a trial version. I was going to edit some photos using Paint Shop Pro and discovered I had passed my 30 days and now it won't even load the program.
I was awake untill 6am last night, unable to sleep. Today it is thundering outside. I should get off the computer soon.
Overall today, sucks. I may need to brave the waether to get some Hendrix to listen to. |
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| Hunter S. Thompson |
[Feb. 21st, 2005|01:46 am] |
DENVER - Hunter S. Thompson, the acerbic counterculture writer who popularized a new form of fictional journalism in books like “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” fatally shot himself Sunday night at his Aspen-area home, his son said. He was 67.
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“Hunter prized his privacy and we ask that his friends and admirers respect that privacy as well as that of his family,” Juan Thompson said in a statement released to the Aspen Daily News.
Pitkin County Sheriff officials confirmed to The Associated Press that Thompson had died of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound. Thompson’s wife, Anita, was not home at the time.
Pioneer of 'gonzo journalism'
Besides the 1972 drug-hazed classic about Thompson’s visit to Las Vegas, he also wrote “Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail ’72.” The central character in those wild, sprawling satires was “Dr. Thompson,” a snarling, drug- and alcohol-crazed observer and participant.
Thompson is credited with pioneering New Journalism — or, as he dubbed it, “gonzo journalism” — in which the writer made himself an essential component of the story. Much of his earliest work appeared in Rolling Stone magazine.
“Fiction is based on reality unless you’re a fairy-tale artist,” Thompson told the AP in 2003. “You have to get your knowledge of life from somewhere. You have to know the material you’re writing about before you alter it.”
An acute observer of the decadence and depravity in American life, Thompson also wrote such collections “Generation of Swine” and “Songs of the Doomed.” His first ever novel, “The Rum Diary,” written in 1959, was first published in 1998.
A counterculture icon
Thompson was a counterculture icon at the height of the Watergate era, and Richard Nixon once said he represented “that dark, venal, and incurably violent side of the American character.”
Thompson also was the model for Gary Trudeau’s balding “Uncle Duke” in the comic strip “Doonesbury” and was portrayed on screen by Johnny Depp in a film adaptation of “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.”
Other books include “The Great Shark Hunt,” “Hell’s Angels” and “The Proud Highway.” His most recent effort was “Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness.”
His compound in Woody Creek, not far from Aspen, was almost as legendary as Thompson. He prized peacocks and weapons; in 2000, he accidentally shot and slightly wounded his assistant, Deborah Fuller, trying to chase a bear off his property. |
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[Feb. 20th, 2005|02:02 am] |
My week in a nutshell.
I decided I would start my drive to work each day with some Jimi Hendrix to put me in a good mood.
So far it has worked.
Nothing cures a bad mood like some Hendrix.
Spent way too many hours in front of the computer.
Worked and tried not to get drug into any work related drama.
Mostly I've stayed out of it.
Thursday went to Mudpie and had my ego boosted from one of the ladies working there. Nothing really that she said, just that she talked to me. Which was nice. She's apretty young thing...too young for me sadly.
I also ran into an old friend I hadn't seen in a while..like 2 years. Kendra. A lady I went to UTC with.
I chatted with her a bit and told her she owed me a date from years ago. Wonder if that line will work...
It's worked before.
So I talked to her and got some contact info. Hopefully we can get coffee sometime.
Next week Loss pRevention will most likely be showing up at work b/c some camcorder boxes are missing. The Camcorders are there, but the boxes are gone. Lovely. Luckily I have 3 days off next week.
My cousin is coming down from Indy with her friend so I get to finish cleaning house Monday and Tuesday. I think maybe we'll just go out and get some dinner and rent a movie afterwards and then go somewhere for breakfast Sunday.
That's about it.
Gonna get some sleep now. |
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