For the fans

I actually have people that read my blog daily.  I’m pretty sure they’re all people I know, but I can’t help but feel that I’m disappointing them of late, so, this one’s for you.  I haven’t made a decent post in the past month, so here goes nothing.

Milca and I filed our taxes together for the first time.  It was a learning experience, in that we found out what the benefit is being married (you can subtract $5000 from each of your taxable incomes), and we also found out that The Loop tends to get restless when he’s not the one doing the math.  At one point we needed a question answered regarding some pay that Milca got from one of her jobs, and ended up calling thebombmom, my go-to tax expert.  After helping us out (most of the time she was talking to Milca) I was able to talk to her for a bit, and asked about OM.  She had been my coach all 4 years of high school when I competed then, along with her son and various others.  As it turns out, one of my former team mates and good pal’s mother was heading things up these days, so I called her up.

Ginger is a character.  She has an energy you can’t contain.  Constantly up, and always with the wit.  Needless to say, the two of us crack each other up constantly when we see eachother.  So, I called her, and as it turns out she was trying to organize her Judges at that exact moment.  So, I volunteered in the nick of time, and ended up having a blast, meeting some new people, and seeing some creative kids.

While talking to Ginger at some point I had mentioned yoga, and just a few days later I ended up going to a yoga class with Max and Ginger, the latter of which has been trying to get me to a yoga class with her for ages.  I wasn’t resistant to it, per se, it just never happened.  Kundalini yoga kicked my ass, and I loved every minute of it.  I was spasming the tension right out of my body.  It was religious.  I had such a great experience that I ended up buying 10 classes.  As it turns out, I have yet to use a single one of these because of my work schedule, but now that life should be going back to normal, I should be able to make a few here and there.  I’m so stoked about this.  I desperately need the excersize/stretching/release/etc.

So, the hell has past, and life should be going back to normal.  A friend of Milca’s will be in town for a while, which will be really nice.  I’m wrapping up my frist scene for class tonight, and will likely start working on a new one with a new partner.

And, of course, boobies.

Theater Class

I take a theater class two nights a week.  All of the people in this class have taken an acting class already, however you wouldn’t believe this to be true of at least half the people in there.  You have your standard A-B-C setup here, and this class has B-C. The C peeps, having taken 2 of the previous courses, are all good, and together.  There are about 4 B peeps that have their shit together, myself included, and a random assortment of characters from a David Lynch film.

This one kid, maybe 19 years old, has what I believe to be a combination of ADHD and some kind of palsey.  He’s asian, very skinny, has a huge head with oversized teeth that make getting words out nearly impossible.  He slurs his speech constantly, and rarely listens to a thing you say.  He is seriously in his own little world, and will always be the first person to volunteer to do an excersize.  I could go on for days about this kid.  He is a guaranteed belly laugh, every class.

In our last class, during break, I was approached by two of the C students, two girls, who each asked me if I would be willing to work on a scene with either of them.  I’m not exagerating when I say that they begged me.  Granted, it was not my talent alone that brought on this begging, but one can’t help but have a moderate ego boost when people want to work with you.

No, but seriously, this kid, he was telling me this one time that he wants to move out of his parents’ house and move in with his girlfriend*.  I asked if he had a job.  No.  Ever had one?  No.  Money?  Oh, he’ll get a job…  At this point, I think he was wise to my plan.  I asked why he couldn’t live with the folks, and it’s that they want him to be something he’s not.  They each have a profession that they want him to take on, and he doesn’t want either.  Supressing the “boo-fucking-hoo,” I told him that if I could live rent free and go to school full time, and all I’d have to deal with were two people giving me career advice, I would take it in a heartbeat.  He went kinda silent after that.

Later he ate a King Size Butterfinger, all the while dropping crumbs all over himself whilst he believed nobody was watching him.
* I doubt the existence of such a person, of course, but give him the benefit of the doubt.  God only knows what kind of a person she could be.

Sensory Inhibitive Chamber 4

Sensory Inhibitive Chamber 1
Sensory Inhibitive Chamber 2
Sensory Inhibitive Chamber 3
The senses are shut down, and then the water falls.  Pouring from the sky, and we  run from it, hide from it, and shelter ourselves from it in houses, under awnings, under umbrellas, in coats, in hats, and in cars.  In, in, in, in, under, under, under, under.

I say uncover.  Open your windows.  Feel the power that is earth, making water fall from the fucking sky.  Breathe air that is intermingled with water, in a way that can only happen when it rains.

Bring towels.

The Midnight Oil

I work on a team of 4 agents with a supervisor. Our workload is a constant on any given day, unless an agent is out. As such, there is always the same amount of work that needs to be done. One of the four has been on vacation all of this week, and will not be back until the week after next. This means that our workloads has become that much bigger (we are understaffed as is) and it also means that since he works nights, there needs to be coverage in the evenings. I’m the low man on the totem pole, so I volunteered for the nights I don’t have class.

I’m beat, and I’m looking forward to this weekend.

The Loop needs a beer.

Temptation

Today I saw the photos of a customer that tested the limits of my
conscience as far as they have ever been tested. His 4 photos are
described below.

1) A head shot. He’s not all that handsome/attractive, but it’s a
decent shot.

2) 2) Him holding a book. The image was doctored so that the book’s
title is now “How Not to Get Burned in Internet Dating,” and the book is
on fire. Seriously.

3) Him in a storm trooper outfit, with helmet under arm.

4) him in a balloon sculpture of a car that he’s riding in. This car
obviously took hours to make, and my guess is that it’s made up of no
fewer than 80 balloons, but it might be as many as 120.

That balloon car will haunt me to my grave.

I have a blog?

As stated in a previous post, I no longer have =
internet
access at work.  As such, I haven’t been able to post and =
update the
masses on the state of The Loop.  Then Nessa, in all of her =
awesomeness,
hooked me up so I can now post via email.  =
MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

 

This past week at work has been hell.  Any =
curveball
that could have been pitched our way was pitched.  I wish that =
everyone
could just sit in a room and get all of the policies nailed down, but =
this just
doesn’t seem to be happening.  Such is the life in a cubicle =
farm.

 

Milca’s dad has been in town for the past =
couple
weeks, which has been nice.  I get along a bit better with him than =
her
mom, which might have something to do with the fact that I don’t =
live
with him full time, but there you go.  Milca and I are planning to =
move
soon, but right now we’re saving the dough to make it =
possible.  We’re
looking somewhere as close to Pasadena =
as
possible, likely in the Monrovia
area.  It’s rapidly becoming the new Pasadena, =
apparently.

 

I’m taking a theater class this semester, =
however I
have taken some time off from doing any plays this semester.  I =
just can’t
handle the amount of time something like that would demand.  Not
again.  I’d been doing a production since about the beginning =
of
November.  I need the time to breathe, and relax with my =
wife.

 

My boy Justin has taken up the Werewolf game again, =
which is
nice, since I haven’t been able to play in quite some time.  =
I tried
running some games here and there, but the fact of the matter is that =
I’m
not equipped to run a game.  At least not now.  The game went
well.  We kicked plentiful ass, and came out the other side as
badasses.  We were also happy to hear that Holly will be joining =
the game,
which rocks.  I’m sure she’ll add some spice to the
circle.  Spicy =3D good.

 

Boobies.