Explanation at Hand,

Okay, I'm with tech services obviously. Guess what requires tech work? THE 2005 SUMMER GAMES! And for who? THE SPECIAL OLYMPICS!!!!!! UHHHH YAHHHH DUHHH!!!! With 5000 meter runs, 4 lap relays, and 300 meter walks. Oh yeah, three days of that will definitely give you a change of heart on the special olympics. Then you realize that some of them are from where your mother works and you remember who they are. And you root for a sniper to go on safari. 12 hours every day, outside, setting and running P.A. systems and other assorted tech. Sun burnt? O-o-o-o-o-oh yeah. Okay, not 12 hours every day. One day it was 11 hours.

However though, nothing against the sports, I just dislike the people who run them. It's been 5 years since they had the games here at Towson. It was because they were dipleased with us. So they tried again now that we've had up grades. Opening ceremonies, the girl who created the current Special Olympics title song sang before the fireworks. The people who run the events though are the only ones that I see who are retarded. They start everything late and have no concept of time. So they have some windbags give some speeches that aren't very important, just a 10 minute version of "This is important to everyone." So the girl begins to sing graciously, and they tell our crew chief, who is running sound, to cut her off because of time. He ignores them and acts as though he can't he them. That's not the problem. They walk over and tell him to his face to cut her off, and he has to do so, without a graceful fade, just straight mute. Then they complain and hate us because we cut her off 45 seconds before she was done. I don't know if it got straightend afterwards, but imagine an entire 3-day weekend of this. Se la vive. (or however it's spelled, i only took 2 years of french)

So in order to relax from this, I watch small people comedy, like where the link will take you. That's right, expect a link for each entry I post. Just because I get sick of e-mailing them sometimes. So, for a two week period of time, I will have worked 95 hours. And 22 days straight without a day off. I'm a little buffer, a little crazier and I really miss the Yankee right about now. Anyway, it's been fun and I'm glad it's over. I did though get to drive around the campus on a gator (four wheel terrain and work vehicles--- it's like a mix of a four wheeler, a golf cart, a john deer tractor, and military jeep) so we could transport equipment and go from one place to another without traffic (we could drive 25mph on sidewalks, 35 when we hot rod the throttle, I'll explain later)) and without using our cars (if we have them). Anyway, enough for today. Enjoy short man humor.

Just a Quickie,

Okay, I'm busy right now, so here you go. Everyone loves "STAR WARS" and everyone loves those friggin' "PREVIEWS" that show so much of the "MOVIE". So I found one that showed the original version of the hit summer prequel. So have fun. I'll explain why it is that I'm busy. For a quick guess, I'm still connected with my mom's work place and the retards that work there. bye,

Moronic Oxyies,

I was thinking about those Sesame Street shows where they teach about palindromes and homophones. And I was thinking, why not teach about oxymorons. It seems that they don't do enough street education. If you're in a fight with someone, you'd want to use these terms to ridicule them, or talk crap afterwards. Like calling them a "jumbo shrimp", or a
"listening man". Then I stumble across a failed idea for Sesame Street, but it works perfectly for anyone who wishes to try to learn at a later age. Enjoy. And please, pass this along, because there's more where this came from.

just click the title of the post if there's some colorful dots there and i'll do the rest

Okay now,

I went there and apparently shocked the hell out of this guy. He got settled down with all of the papers and sat in his chair. He hands me the papers and says that I may want to read over them. I say no. I proceed to acknowledge the fact that all of the papers say exactly what i have just read, twice. I inform him that the papers are written word for word from the book just in legal signature paper form. He glares at me and says, thank God, no one ever seems to read the book and registrations usually take quite some time. I gather up the papers as he tries to scare me.

He mentions that after the school, I may not start immediatly in studios, but rather in set-ups, and tech work. I may work for people who are working in the studios or sound systems. I may have to haul cables in the rain and snow and stay outside with them to make sure that they stay grounded. He stares as I smile back and say, "Sounds like fun." What he doesn't know is that I've been working for the Towson's tech services for almost a year. I haul 200 pounds of cable at a time in all kinds of weather for two bit pay (literally, cam locks, distro boxes, 2x5 feeder cables, stadium sound speakers - the kind that have six wheeled steel carts built in just to move them- aren't exactly light). Moving sound cables for a possible start of $10 and hour is way worth it. Startling him again, he hands me more papers, fills out his part and now, I am officially a student at The Sheffield Audio and Video Institute. Whoo! Now I can be a studio guy and a college drop out! Two dreams *sob* I never thought that I would ever achieve.

Hey hey,

I recently tried to get into Towson University (uh, last year) and succeeded it well. While there I was told 4 things. !-Towson is where I should go for the career I seek. @-I should take a duel major in music and electronic media and film (emf). #-I should be leaning more towards emf. $- and I quote from a professor, "They lied to you. You shouldn't be here." All expanded within..... oh, the entire year. I passed freshman year as a lie. I should be at "Sheffield A/V" I was told by the earlier mentioned quoted. Well, after a few months of looking into, and a sh*tload of scheduling, I went for it. I was then told to read over a friggin' 411 handbook where they didn't expect you to come back. So I read it, f*(king twice, got an interview and we'll see what happens. By the by, the interviews are with the admissions administrator who is also a producer. He can deny you for any reason he wants, if you don't look motivated, if you seem lazy or even if you appear confused on what it is that you're doing. We'll see...

Yes, Hope Springs in Turtles

I heard it on Matlock. Some woman was all up in his grill and he was like, "Back off, bitch! Because hope springs in turtles." And it made sense. You look at a turtle and he's all up in his piece, with his little pokey head, all slow and sh*t. And and when you see him crossing the street all slow you're like "Run little turtle, run!" and he's like "Dammit, I am!" And I thought, if hope can spring in a turtle, then hope can spring in me.