Friday Photoblog: "Just a Bit Outside" Edition

A few of the famous names at Miller Park, including the one and only Bob Uecker.
(Get well soon, Mr. Baseball. We love ya.)

Random Slag

Because I haven't updated in a while!

* We are having cache problems on the PC. That's why I haven't been posting comments on blogs. It's pissing me the hell off and I hope that Prime can fix this crap.

* My thoughts are with Bob Uecker, since he'll be undergoing heart surgery this Friday. He'll be out of the booth for a while. I wish him a speedy recovering because a Brewers game just ain't the same without him. (If I thought I could give you half of mine to help ya out, Bob I would. Believe me. I'll miss you like crazy.)

* Me and Prime both ended up with colds this past week. It sucked ass.

* My job is pissing me off, but I'll go into that later.

* I've hit 70,000 words on my great work. I don't want to stop now!

* Fun Pub still has not put the frickin' BotCon pre-reg forms up. I am feeling much nerdrage at this moment.

And that's about it. I'll have more slag later.

--Weasel, still waiting for those frickin' forms...

Friday Photoblog: "Permission to Speak" Edition

Ultimate Bumblebee at BotCon 2007
(So... darned... CUTE!)

Fielder Finally Got One

Home sick today, but listening to the three-and-a-half-hour-long bloodbath on the radio made it a fair bit more bearable. The Earth Day Massacre, some are calling it. Brewers 20, Pirates 0.

Damn, I love this game. Can we get some scoring like that against Chicago tomorrow? And the next day, and the day after that?

--Weasel, "I hated the Cubs before I loved the Brewers..."

Friday Photoblog: "Dreaming of Summer" Edition

Beach shot from the whale watching tour at BotCon 2007
(Boy, does that ever look relaxing...)

And We're Live!

We are live at DairyCon right this nanosecond! Good times are being had. That is all.

Oh, right. Prime and I were in the same Jumpstarter race heat...my Twin Twist drove off the table and took his with it. He was...not pleased. Possibly because it was the second year in a row that had happened. I, uh, think he's going to wait to submit my 2011 preregistration so we don't end up in the same heat again.

--Weasel, "Wheelin' and dealin', baby. Wheelin' and de--CRRAASSHHH."

...oh dear effing primus...

So apparently I had to perform at a little something called DairyCon Idol.

I sang.
What. The. EFF?!

I never sing. Prime has begged me to sing for him and I won't. I can't stand the way I sound. My voice sucks ass. But here I am in front of people singing Gravity, of all things.

I'm surprised I didn't shatter a freaking window. Thankfully, I didn't move on in the competition. (I don't think I can handle that kind of stress.)

I'm gonna go freak out now. Don't ask me how I used to deal with this slag back in high school; I was a drama nerd, after all.

--Weasel, "I'm supposed to relax on this mini-vacation, not spaz out!"

Live From Wisconsin!

It's DairyCon 2010!

Today was the big tour; we hit a Christmas shoppe. Honestly, I didn't think I'd be spending all that much there. I mean, it's a place filled with frickin' Christmas ornaments. I really don't care about Christmas ornaments.

Yeah.
I kinda spent $200.

They had Disney collectibles. Normally, I could give a shit but one of the caught my eye. It was a rabbit. Sporting a shock of red hair.

I'm looking at a 20th anniversary Roger Rabbit porcelain figure with base. It's literally been years since I've seen anything Roger Rabbit. So yeah, I had to take him home. So if you hear anything about a fugitive Toon rabbit hiding out in Wisconsin, you'll know what's going on. (I just couldn't stop myself. Honest.)

Right now the rest of the crew is upstairs either setting up their dealer tables or playing games. I've been hitting my DS like crazy. (I'm making good progress on SoulSilver. Finally beat Whitney, HA!) So yeah, fun is being had by all.

I can hardly wait until tomorrow. Let's see how badly I fail at the Jumpstarter rally.

--Weasel, "Cause I know I'll totally blow at it. I always do."

Friday Photoblog: "I Only Have Eyes For You" Edition

Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen display at a local Wal-Mart
(Too bad I couldn't keep that sign. He would have been adorable on my wall...)

Micro Vacation!

I'm on a bit of a vacation right now; by the time you read this, I'll be screaming my head off at a Milwaukee Brewers game. It'll be a full week: two Brewers games and DairyCon, too. With everything that's going on, I might need a vacation from the vacation!

--Weasel, "Time away from work is an awesome thing."

Friday Photoblog: "How I Waste My Time" Edition

An ad for the TF Collectors Club at BotCon 2007.
(Yes, I'm a member and so is Prime. I have no life...)

Heard Around the House

The Scene: Our den, right in front of Alexa-1.
The Time: Last night, during King of the Hill.

Prime: (Sitting in front of Alexa-1) Hmmmm...
Me: Are you thinking again?
Prime: (irritated) I'm always thinking!
Me: (pressing my luck) Is that such a great idea?
Prime: (sighs loudly)

Isn't That a Little Impossible?

So I just watched (and actually paid attention to) the trailer for that new Tom Cruise film Knight and Day. Looks like your typical action flick and it might be semi-interesting, if it weren't for the couch-jumping midget. But did anyone else notice that when Tom Cruise is kidnapping Cameron Diaz he says that he'll kill himself, then her?

Uh. Huh.

That's gotta be one helluva trick. I'd pay money to see that. It would probably be more entertaining than the stupid movie.

--Weasel, "If that were in the flick, it would be majorly awesome."

Memory Rosary

"When you're up high, all the stuff that looks confusing and messed up... suddenly becomes crystal clear."--Senna
Bleach: Memories of Nobody

It has been said that if you write, your characters will "speak" to you.

Whoever said that I'd like to punch in the face. Trust me, your characters don't just speak to you, they show nearly every detail of their lives. Some things are beautiful, other things are terrifying. It's like having four different people tell you about their childhoods, their hopes and dreams, their worst fears and all of their personal preferences at the exact same time. But they don't simply tell you about it. They show you everything. You can see inside their homes, what clothes they are wearing and how they had styled their hair when something, good or bad, happened to them.

It's like having multiple personalities shouting for your attention all at once. And trust me, they don't like taking no for an answer.

So I keep a pair of notebooks in my knapsack at all times. Anything that they tell me, I write down when I have a chance. It could be anything from what someone's favorite food could be or as to why they fear the dark. But if it's relevant to a character, I scrawl a few sentences about it.

Ever since I started writing, I began to grasp some of the things Senna went through. It's like being a memory rosary: I'm seeing memories that don't belong to me. They're so tangible, so realistic but I know that they, and the "people" who experienced them, don't really exist. But everything I see in my mind looks very real. I can see the sunlight bouncing off the flat roof of a building. I can hear the wind rustling through the trees. I can hear people chattering and laughing as they walk to their destinations. It's wonderful, it's eerie and I really don't want it to end.

For a few moments, I can walk away from this world and slip into another. It's a nice feeling. It isn't a perfect world, but it is a nice escape. It's certainly more pleasant than standing behind a cash register and prattling on about Brad and Angelina or Brett Favre while I total up someone's order of seven different pizzas, a box of cereal and a tube of KY Warming jelly.

I could get used to this. I just hope I can get lucky enough to get paid to do wander though such memories and places for a living.