tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37079732024-03-07T22:30:48.703-06:00Mars LifeBehold the power of Mars.<br>
Read his life.<br>
Anticipate his potentially false promises.<br>
Tell him what you think via comments.<br>
The possibilities are finite.marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1165850332953900662006-12-11T08:42:00.000-06:002006-12-11T09:18:52.966-06:00not gone just yet...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5099/98/1600/761592/cover_lo_res.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5099/98/320/404376/cover_lo_res.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />With a busy past couple of weeks I can put up some more stuff now. Hopefully the following pic will be fine even though it is large, hi-res and all. In all reality, I don't feel like rezzing it down right now. But I will if this is problematic (Boo. I had to. Also, it may be looking weird color-wise because it's formatted for print color right now).<br /><br />In any case, this is the cover I'm using for my portfolio currently. I've got about 5 1/2 pages fully completed, and 14 1/2 to go. You'll see it all eventually. (I can see through my computernets, and I just want to let you know you really shouldn't hold your breath like that.)marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1163773001535055652006-11-17T08:09:00.000-06:002006-11-17T08:16:41.550-06:00You've come a long way, Stew!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/1600/stewhead003.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/320/stewhead003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/1600/stewhead002.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/320/stewhead002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/1600/stewhead001.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/320/stewhead001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Here's a bunch of emotion studies the teach liked. Stew has been with me a while now, and will comprise the character design portion of my 2d portfolio.marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1163720583099456662006-11-16T17:41:00.000-06:002006-11-16T17:43:03.113-06:00not just for myspace anymore...I'm alive. And well?<br /><br />I made this:<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LL6kOZJ_FI4"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LL6kOZJ_FI4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />New stuff soon. Promise.marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1133816225587344102005-12-05T14:53:00.000-06:002005-12-05T14:57:05.596-06:00Hmmm.... how bout this?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/1600/blogsketch001.0.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/320/blogsketch001.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Since I'm not really posting much these days, I figured I could at least try to post a sketch or ttwo every couple of days, right? Low expectations, yo... low. <br /><br />So, with that in mind, here's a character I'm thinking about for a storyboarding project I'm doing right now. It's a music video for Ween's "Don't Get 2 Close (2 My Fantasy)"marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1131480367561415742005-11-08T13:53:00.000-06:002005-11-08T14:06:07.570-06:00Welcome to the 'oughts, dinosaur.Holy jeez it's been a while. I know. However, with my obvious slacking of late, I don't trust myself to be fully back in the saddle, so why waste this effort telling you about not posting? Let's let it suffice to say I'm jobless, a full time degree-seeking student again, and grasping at shreds of money and a schedule as they materialize with a lot less constancy these days. (Constancy... sweet sweet constancy. Thanks, Lovejoy.)<br /><br /><center>***</center><br /><br />So then, why is it I can not train myself to get in the habit of dutifully owning a cell phone? I've had one for almost 5 years now, and I have never been able to keep it nearby for when phone calls arrive, or to call people back in proper turnaround time. Just this morning I (finally) received a voicemail from good friend <a href="http://www.mentaljukeboxmeg.blogspot.com/">Mego </a>(check out her incredible text-smithing. Personally, I can only manage to make up words like "text-smithing"... why are you reading, again?) asking if wife and I were going to watch the Sunday night animation extravaganza. It's Tuesday, Mars. How about checking your cell-phone at least daily, if nothing else.<br /><br />I've been thinking a lot about training ones self lately, as I believe myself to be stuck in ruts regarding organization, scheduling, and cell phone usage. They say if you do something for twenty days it becomes habit. I've got real commitment problems in that arena, but I'd like to think I'm competent enough to slay the stick-to-it-ive-ness dragon. I'll keep on trying, and keep on bitching when I fail, I gather. Regardless, I'll still pay those fees and hopefully answer calls when I receive them, eventually. <br /><br />More to come, hopefully.<br /><br />And much better than this pieced together piece of brain dripping.marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1128537548488636582005-10-05T13:27:00.000-05:002005-10-05T13:39:08.496-05:00Why was I testing?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/1600/stew_walk_gif1.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/320/stew_walk_gif1.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I haven't put up any media in a while, so I was trying to see how I could actually get animation up on the site. Yes, as it turns out, gif's are the only way to go. So, I've managed to transform one of my projects from school from low-tech to high-tech to low-hi-tech in order to put it up on the blog here. <br /><br />What you see is the alien tax accountant I've <a href="http://planetfour.blogspot.com/2005/08/stew-topia.html">previously </a> <a href="http://planetfour.blogspot.com/2005/08/tear-into-toronto.html">shared</a>, in a walk cycle. Basically, you see these all the time in animation as the background scrolls by to create the illusion of movement, without having to draw much. I know it needs a few more in between poses to make it the tiniest bit more fluid, and my final version had less elbow-jerking, and this one might not be registered completely correct, as I had to do some editing in the process (which also possibly degraded the quality in and of itself). Registration refers to how the sequential images are lined up in respect to each other. But still, pretty cool, no?<br /><br />There'll be more chance to show original works when I finally get <a href="http://www.marssanford.com">my new site</a> up and running.<br /><br />Which I'm starting, what with the lack of job and all...<br /><br />And a class in flash right now...<br /><br />More to come.marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1128534050749252472005-10-05T12:39:00.000-05:002005-10-05T12:52:09.476-05:00Test?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marssanford.com/swfs/test_swf_gif.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.marssanford.com/swfs/test_swf_gif.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a>marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1128011004455253842005-09-29T11:23:00.000-05:002005-09-29T11:23:24.480-05:00Dive in, the water's fine!So it begins. My last day of full-time, "day job" employment is tomorrow.
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<br />Starting Tuesday, I'll be a full time student. Again. Fairly frightening considering I have no idea how I'll be supporting myself financially at this point. The major expenses will be covered by a Creative Education loan, which is a private loan, but has lower interest rates than other private loans. However, because of this special loan, I need to document what all my expenses are and the amount I'll receive will be based off of this budget. Great. All that extra spending I do from day to day will be brought to a startling halt.
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<br />In any event, I'm doing this primarily because in order for me to remain at least a half-time student, I would need to take at least one weekday day course. Yup, my education and career were colliding in complete conflict. So, rather than lose my financial aid and further postpone my education and live with an actual income, I opted to give up the income and instead go to school full time. I hope to supplement my income with some freelance work, as this will garner my portfolio for the impending job search, as well as make me a bit of cash in the meantime. However, the current portfolio isn't even assembled, and I'm sure future work will be based off of this theoretical portfolio I'm in the process of putting together.
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<br />I've got a pretty full course-load, of a diverse variety of subjects. I'll be taking some advanced life drawing, which I'm very excited for, a flash course, a 3D modeling course, and a storyboarding course. If I keep at it at this pace, I'll have completed by January of 2007. But let's slow down, eh? The joy is in the journey after all. With a lot more time spent in the house, not going anywhere, I hope you'll be hearing from me more often.
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<br />Gulp... Wish me luck!
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<br />More to come.marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1127853838347344622005-09-27T15:43:00.000-05:002005-09-27T15:43:58.353-05:00Better halfJust a quick plug. She blogs too... and she's put up a nice little story regarding CTA customer service for those wishing to have the tiniest bit of faith restored in public transit officials.<br /><br /><a href="http://clearancerack.blogspot.com/2005/09/props-out-to-chicago-transit-authority.html">check it yo, this is directly to part 2... check the prior post for part 1</a><br /><br /><center>***</center><br /><br />Boy, do I have stories for you. Life status change approaching... Financial Aid department vexing... <br /><br />More to come...marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1127237520253293192005-09-20T12:32:00.000-05:002005-09-20T12:32:00.276-05:00Coming attractions<a href="http://www.marssanford.com">Sooo... let's see if I'm a little more proactive with this one.</a>
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<br />In other words, check back in a year.marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1127232661007970992005-09-20T11:11:00.000-05:002005-09-20T11:11:01.013-05:00Coincidental Tuesday morning, moist and nerdy Friday nightA little publicized fact about me is my complete and utter love of coincidences. I had a coincidental morning today. It started on the el, where I walked to the back of the car with K-San, passing someone reading Chuck Palahniuk's Survivor. Having recently gone through a serious bout of CPA (Chuck Palahniuk Addiction), I commented briefly that it was a good book as I passed.
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<br />He wasn't that far from the back of the car, so I could actually even see where he was in the story, and K-San and I talked about it a bit (I am an awful awful awful over-the-shoulder reader, but try to be as inconspicuous as possible). Kerri noted that it was quite easier for her to get her bearings on the story because Chuck books are usually completed in mere days. Now then, somewhere along the blue line, I looked down and noticed that he was using the exact same coffee mug I have that recently lost it's purpose, due to a loss of the top. Boo-frickin'-hoo. So, I thought, "same book as me, same coffee mug as me, weird!" However, it was right then that I noticed the gentleman right next to him was reading a Tom Robbins book, another of my favorite authors. Of course I read a bit of that over his shoulder as well. Aaah, Skinny Legs and All. It's been quite a while.
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<br />So yeah, all that, and I saw fellow IO performer Shad Kunkle handing out fragrance samples on the corner of Randolph and Wabash. I grabbed one and said, "Thanks, Shad". He replied, "Hey, how you doing!" or something, but I waved and kept walking, as I'm fairly sure he has no idea who I am. And yes, I'm aware it would have been significantly less rude to stop and say hi <i>and</i> introduce myself, but breaking my morning routine is pretty tough. I'm practically on auto-pilot, and was happy to have even said hi.
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<br />So Friday, I got my cyst removed, as I mentioned yesterday, but in an example of my trying to squeeze as much in as possible with little respect for my physical or mental well-being, I was at the legendary <a href=http://www.doubledoor.com/index.php>Double Door</a> club that very evening, to see the <a href = http://www.moistboyz.com>Moistboyz</a> play. I had never heard any of their music whatsoever, but it was exciting nonetheless, because as Kerri and I started talking about, we both used to do that shit all the time in college, and now just didn't get out as much. Aaaah, money... it's really <b>doesn't</b> grow on trees!
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<br />So we went because <a href = http://www.ween.com>ween</a> isn't hitting up Chicago on this tour. Booooooooooooooo. So, this is the closest we could get, because Dean Ween doubles as Micky Moist (i.e. he plays guitar for both bands). Moistboyz are fucking hardCORE, man. White trash speed metal from New Hope Pennsylvania. The lead singer (Dicky Moist) doesn't wear a shirt, is out of his freaking head, has a mullet, and sports one of those big Olde-English font stomach tattoos that reads "OTC", which I could only imagine stands for "Over The Counter". Great performance.
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<br />However, before we even got to see Moistboyz, we were treated to a (surprise, to us) performance by the minibosses. These guys consist of two guitars, bass, and drums, and play covers of Nintendo theme music. This Nintendo-music resurgence seems to be a trend, I think, courtesy of cyclical history, retro-hipness, and the like, but I fall for it full on. Let me just say I've been singing Ninja Gaiden, Mega Man 2, and Punch Out for days. Oh, childhood... where have you're 8-bit glories gone?
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<br />No, spell checker, I would not like to replace "minibosses" with "minibuses", though your suggestions <i>do</i> crack me up as usual.
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<br />More to come.marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1127151117112221552005-09-19T12:31:00.000-05:002005-09-19T12:31:57.166-05:00second surgery... not so fun. TV... awesome.So I had a cyst removed on Friday. Suck suck suck. In any event, I'm doing fine and dandy, though still sore at the site of removal. Guess your worst, and you're probably right (it's about 50/50 with a hint like that).
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<br />However, we've got two weeks of Simpsons under our belt, along with Family Guy and American Dad. Last night''s Family Guy was so extremely random it was crazy. It was almost like an exercise in disbelief-suspension unmatched by previous episodes. Craaaazy. They push the bestiality envelope further with the Lois/Brian tension, Peter starts the episode as a sailor, overall, it was really "bitty" as the improviser world would reference it.
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<br />So here we parade in to a big week of premieres, the premiere of Arrested Development is tonight, the premiere of Lost is on Thursday, and I couldn't be happier to have a big ol' Tivo waiting to get them all recorded. One thing I may regret about this season, though, is the new addiction the wife and I have developed to fox's "Prison Break". Oddly enough, we had a similar run-in with Fox and Dominic Purcell's previous team-up, John Doe. See, the show has a cool enough plot (<a href=http://www.jasonpettus.com/archives/000220.html>Pettus gives some good background here</a>) that I really want to keep watching to see how the logistics of this whole break-out scenario work, but the writing is just godawful, and some of the acting as well (though of course, it seems as if the acting may be suffering from outside influences like bad writing and/or bad directing). Eh, I assume we'll keep it on the Tivo season pass until it just gets too unbearable. That's how we handled John Doe, too. So give us your worst, Fox, we'll stand by and watch.
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<br />More to come. Hopefully, a report on the MoistBoyz from Friday night.
<br />marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1126634816824852712005-09-13T13:06:00.000-05:002005-09-13T13:06:56.846-05:00Teeth removal - Recommended!So, here I sit, about 4 molars lighter than last wednesday. I don't think I've mentioned it here, but I had my wisdom teeth taken out on Thursday. I feel no less wiser, in case any wisdom teeth extraction virgins out there are wondering/worrying. I was a bit nervous going into it, as I opted against the intravenous anesthesia, and listened to all the crunching glory as nitrous oxide continuously froze my brain. Nevertheless, it turns out I'm a lot less queasy when the medical professional is performing surgery on me, as opposed to when I'm watching it on television, where squeamishness prevails.
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<br />So, it turned out the whole procedure wasn't that bad, as long as you don't mind being utterly submissive to a dentist for an hour to an hour and a half. Of course, this is coming from someone whose wisdom teeth weren't impacted, and were merely decaying away due to the inherent difficulty in cleaning them. The crunching sounds were therefore minimal, and the weirdest ones were the small sounds. There are little sounds, like the first yielding of a tree branch, or the first crack in a dam, that are small to the ear, but signify big progress down the line. These sounds I would think were inaudible outside my mouth, but extremely audible inside my head. And weird.
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<br />Luckily, Dr Coleman Spector is funny, and enjoys throwing his schtick around. This is why I say it was so entertaining, though I don't know how much of that was the NO2 talking. However, the worst part is when you want to join in the fun, but then realize there's three people and a buttload of novacaine in your mouth. For instance, they wanted to try to guess my middle name as a little game (after I somehow garbled a little clue with the initial F), and the two helpers had a couple of wrong tries before Coleman correctly guessed Francis. I kept wanting to say "but you've seen my charts! You already know!" Not one to let something like that die, after the operation was over, I tried to ask if he'd surmised my name from my charts, and he said no. So, he's an honest dentist too! Honest to the point that he tells you how he's in it for the money. Over and over again. He'd like you to pick the IV anesthesia, by the way. It costs more. Of course it can kill you and you get an anesthesia hangover, too, so there's that.
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<br />Anywho, I'd like to tell you all so much more, but alas, BCBS is a callin.
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<br />More to come.
<br />marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1126021572316041872005-09-06T10:45:00.000-05:002005-09-06T10:46:12.323-05:00Wow. Just... Wow.``What our officers are telling people is that there is absolutely no reason to stay here,'' New Orleans Police Deputy Chief Warren Riley said during a televised press conference. ``There are no jobs. There are no homes to go to, no hotels to go to. There is absolutely nothing here. We advise these people that this city has been destroyed.''<br /><br />Not to be focusing on the bad parts (though it's admittedly hard not to), but the quote above hit me pretty hard. I certainly am very upset that I've never seen the big easy, as the proudest of New Orleans natives I know (OK, the only, but he's pretty damned proud) this weekend told me I never really will see New Orleans. Nothing's permanent, people. <br /><br />Him and his girlfriend are hosting friends in from the disaster, and taking ANY DONATIONS POSSIBLE. If there's the off chance that there's someone reading this that doesn't know this, and wants to donate to actual humans that have helped friends of mine when they were in need, feel free to email me, post here, whatever (planetfourATgmailDOTcom). I ain't no Kanye West or anything, but we're giving what we can.<br /><br />That's the one thing I'm glad to see, Louisiana people touching base with each other, mending, and such. It is good to see my friends with LA family taking stock of each other's lives, offering help, and moving on. <br /><br /><center>---</center><br /><br />Thanks to all who said hello when I reached out! Now who the heck is reading out there in Estonia?marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1125609980844743142005-09-01T16:26:00.000-05:002005-09-01T16:33:54.613-05:00Good ol' sitemeter. Faithful sitemeter.Yeah, the statistics at the bottom of the page may not be uber-impressive, but I've been compiling them for years. It's cool! This free little feature from <a href="http://www.sitemeter.com">sitemeter</a> has allowed me to see how my blog is being viewed over time, where people are coming from geographically, referentially (?... referred from what site, that is), how long they stick around, who their ISP is, etcetera, etcetera. Sitemeter's some cool junk.<br /><br />So, along with sitemeter's help, I can report what I believe is a never before reached feat for me! Namely, I have gone a whole month where at least one person has visited this site every day. I know it's really a non-honor, but I thought it was pretty neat. Cool! However, who the heck are these people? I know my friends come here occasionally, and I link to my blog on message boards I post at, and all my emails link to it in my signature, but I still think in order for me to achieve this honor, there have to be people out there visiting who I have no idea of.<br /><br />I'm throwing it out to you, mystery readers... make yourself known in the comments! Tell me where you blog! Email me a little tiny bio at planetfour(at)gmail(dot)com! Tell me what it's like on the west coast*! Whatever, entertain me! <br /><br /><font size = 1>*I know there were 3 visitors from California today even! And whoever works up at Northwestern U, I've got my sitemeter eyes pointed directly at you.</font><br /><br />I promise more (and better) to comemarshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1125514389052401952005-08-31T13:53:00.000-05:002005-08-31T13:53:09.086-05:00Pettus mention againThanks <a href="http://www.jasonpettus.com">Jason</a>! Ought to see the numbers spike again. Always makes a lonely blogger feel justified.
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<br />In any event, I just got a call from Dad saying mom's new liver is in and working fine.
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<br />Huzzah!
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<br />In other news, I wish the same good fortune on anyone with any personal connection to NOLA (<a href="http://jensaysanything.blogspot.com/">Jen</a>, pass that along to Bird, will ya?)marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1125501744042335022005-08-31T10:22:00.000-05:002005-08-31T10:22:24.083-05:00MotivatorOh, hi... I didn't see you there. Have you been there long? I really didn't mean to ignore you. Oh, no, there's lots going on, glad you ask. Well, true, it is only when there's big news... yes, you're right, there is a certain value to small talk... OK, OK, you're right, I should really keep the lines of communication more open. I'll try a little harder... I promise. In the meantime, I've got great news!
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<br />Saints be praised, a liver has been found for my mother. Yup. I'm sorry to the family out there (if there is one), and thankful to the individual for his (that much I know is true) beliefs on organ donation.
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<br />I got the call from my dad last night, and it was very odd... I had called him earlier, and reiterated the same old decree that had been less and less frequent as things were getting more and more comfortable, namely that if it would make my mom happier at any time, I would drop everything and head out to be by her side. Gotta love my parents, though, in their infinite authority, never want me to lift a finger or disrupt my life for their benefit. It's been that way forever. I've always wondered if it has more to do with the situation of me being an only child, or if it has more to do with their particular parenting style. Nevertheless, suffice it to say that they don't ever want to inconvenience me.
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<br />That's all well and good, but here we are smack dab in the middle of the situation we've been waiting for, disrupting all that comfort that was organically created through lack of change. So, about 12 hours ago I got the call that there's a liver in NY. Now, my father's in a hospital down there (actually, over there, from where I sit now), taking a nap as he waits for the operation to be completed. The latest word was that she was doing great after prep, and that the procedure could take from 6 to 13 hours. More waiting.
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<br />So now the question is, when do I go home? I have to be there for this, and the more I ask my parents, the more they say "don't come now," maybe in a couple days," "she'll be disoriented after the procedure for a few days anyway," and "we'll see". Sigh, I know they don't want to be any trouble, so that's sweet of them. The funniest part of all this is that this is actually the most inconvenient time to be in this situation. I've got two classes going on that I've got significant work to be completed in, that requires my attention consistently, and it's labor day, when airfare and gas prices magically increase, I'll be starting school full time in October, so I need to work as much as I can before then, and I've got two surgeries scheduled for myself over the next two weeks. Regardless, I'm just waiting for my parents to tell me when to show up, and I'll be on my way.
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<br />So, yeah, I'll talk to you soon. We should have coffee or something.
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<br />More to come.marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1124770123238766362005-08-22T23:08:00.000-05:002005-08-22T23:08:44.076-05:00A Picture Share!<p class="mobile-photo"><img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/0/unnamed-image-1-723238.jpg"/></p><p class="mobile-post">Allison likes the Picture Shares! Allison&#39;s leaving tomorrow for Indiana. Allison, a picture share for you!</p>marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1124476812262942362005-08-19T13:40:00.000-05:002005-08-19T13:40:13.056-05:00A Picture Share!<p class="mobile-photo"><img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/0/unnamed-image-1-712262.jpg"/></p><p class="mobile-post"></p>marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1124476596220146982005-08-19T13:36:00.000-05:002005-08-19T13:36:40.050-05:00A Picture Share!<p class="mobile-photo"><img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/0/unnamed-image-1-796220.jpg"/></p><p class="mobile-post">Yeeeehawj</p>marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1124473994065026932005-08-19T12:53:00.000-05:002005-08-19T12:53:14.813-05:00A Picture Share!<p class="mobile-photo"><img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/0/unnamed-image-1-794065.jpg"/></p><p class="mobile-post">Kerri&#39;s road supplies.</p>marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1124473211428858172005-08-19T12:40:00.000-05:002005-08-19T12:40:12.286-05:00A Picture Share!<p class="mobile-photo"><img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/0/unnamed-image-1-711428.jpg"/></p><p class="mobile-post">About halfway... Not much to take pics of...but saw this close to Flint MI!!</p>marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1124461812828949012005-08-19T09:30:00.000-05:002005-08-19T09:30:13.536-05:00A Picture Share!<p class="mobile-photo"><img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/0/unnamed-image-1-712828.jpg"/></p><p class="mobile-post">If you can&#39;t see that, our first gas of the trip was 2.69/gal. Sigh, and that&#39;s cheap.</p>marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1124461660932294552005-08-19T09:27:00.000-05:002005-08-19T09:27:41.460-05:00A Picture Share!<p class="mobile-photo"><img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/0/unnamed-image-1-760932.jpg"/></p><p class="mobile-post">Our first stop on our way to Toronto. About 50 miles in, kerri is seen here thrilled over Splenda.</p>marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707973.post-1124401997593608952005-08-18T16:46:00.000-05:002005-08-18T16:53:17.603-05:00Tear into Toronto<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/1600/Stew%20-%20seducing.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5099/98/320/Stew%20-%20seducing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />So I'm heading up to Toronto for the <a href="http://www.torontoimprovfest.com">Toronto Improv Fest</a>, where my IO team <a href="http://www.trafficandweather.org">Traffic and Weather</a> will be performing on the mainstage Saturday night. God Damn! My first improv festival! I'm very excited. I hope to blog some pics on the drive up, which should be no problem, and maybe in Toronto if possible... we'll see how that goes. I just wanted to drop a line to let mofos know that, and also to keep up on my promise from a few days ago...<br /><br />BAM! Stew being "seductive" as he can. He's such a tool.marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899071191305293909noreply@blogger.com0