I am also not going to drop my best and worst of 2006 bs on you in this last post of the year. There's no need. My best and worst won't be anywhere close to yours (but let's just say George Bush, Transformers, Bob Seger, Britney Spears and Digital Juice would be somewhere on those lists if I were to make them). Speaking of Britney, sorry for those of you that saw the banner ad for pix of her sans underthingies. I have no earthly idea what Google AdSense was thinking or what kind of crack they were smoking (and if its up there again, I can only assume the crack was good enough for them to hit it twice).
Speaking of good crack. Darrin and I hit up another podcast today. This time it was Pac-Man Fever under the knife. You should go check it out if you don't mind giving up an hour of your life that you can't get back...ever.
I have to say at this point, the podcasts are pretty much for our amusement. If anyone else is coming along for the ride, they're being awfully hush-hush about it. And that's cool. I have the server space and between us, Darrin and I have enough vinyl to be doing this well into our twilight years. If we can still get needles for the turntables then.
Here's a quick peek at the newly remodeled studio home of TwistedZen productions (I had to condense and make room for things after we got the foosball table). And a quick pic of Darrin and my big fat head today as we were doing the podcast.
Peace out and have a happy New Year's y'all (my number one resolution is to post more.....honest!).
Take care and be safe!!
Sorry 'bout that.
I've been a bit busy working on the video about the farm. If I haven't talked about that, sorry. I'll fill in details later. I'm not up to getting in to the whole big shmear right now. Things are all packed and we're getting ready to head to Indy to visit some of Nancy's family for a belated Chrsitmas. Should be fun. And who knows-I just might get some out of town thrift action going, we'll see.
Talk to y'all later!
Merry Christmas y'all! Tomorrow's the company chili cook-off.
Gotta go make some chili, no time for love, Dr. Jones!
'Tis the Season (for jacked up pix!)
Happy Holidays y'all!!
I don't know if there will be a thrift post before next year or not (hey-I'm just being realistic here). I'll try, but with Christmas looming and the film that I'm working on for my dad, it's not looking likely (unless I take a little trip at lunch today...hmmm...maybe).
I'm also re-arranging the basement a bit to make room for the new foosball table (well, new to us).
That's all I've got for now!
And now it's done.
I took my MS Windows Server 2003 test today (MS 70-290). And I got an 857/1000 (700 is needed to pass, 900 is considered Mastery).
So you are looking at the (slightly maniacal) picture of a Microsoft Certified Professional.
Only four more courses/tests to go until I get my MCSA (although some are saying I should go for the MCSE, but the MCSA will probably help me more in my current position than the MCSE (systems engineer v. systems administrator...in reality, the course load isn't that much different, it's more of a perception about what each means).
I just took my second out of 3 tests for my Windows 2003 certification (the first 2 tests were given by the place I took the course from, the last is the actual Microsoft test--that's Weds.)
And, in addition to that, I'm teetering on the edge of coming down with something. But I'm downing lots of AirBorne and the various Quils (Da and Ny) which will hopefully keep it in check. Not to mention the video projects I'm working on for my Dad and my friend Dan (which I should mention in the other blog, but I may be just a tad too lazy tonight to do so).
Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. Promises of procrastination.
Or something like that.
Let me step back a minute. A mask is a cut out on the screen that something else shows through. It's basically a outline of something that you want something to show through (or cover it).
So...why am I tripping on this? Easy. I filmed Jen singing the theme song for Kingdom Hearts the other day. And after ripping that and posting it here (and on YouTube), I got to thinking how jazzzy it would be if I cut in some footage from the actual video game (the YoubTube is crawling with that stuff). So I got a cool clip and converted it so I could use it in my software. But...there's no way to make it look cool.
OK. That's not entirely true. I COULD....but it would mean going back in to the original footage....go through it and put keyframes in there...and then setup the points for the mask....making sure that at each keyframe the points line up (so it looks seamless and that window that's in the shot is always showing the KH footage.
And that's not out of the realm of possibility.
But it might be tonight. I'm not sure yet.
I'll keep you posted as I'm sure you're all waiting by your PCs anxiously.
Last night they had a school event at Barnes and Noble (one of their teachers had a book signing) and they had auditions to pick people to perform there.
Jen was one of the ones picked.
I took some video of it.
Here's the raw footage:
If you're having trouble with it, here's the link on YouTube.
The sound system kind of sucked, but her singing was top notch!!
I have plans to do some editing on this and make it a little more like a music video. :-)
But enough of that.
And so it begins. The day of half-priced thrifty goodness. The parking lot lights shining like the twin suns over Tatooine...almost like they're calling me home.
The first thing I was greeted by was this Saks 5th Ave. Hoodie. Rumor has it all the high society ho's are wearing them. This one was a steal at $2.99. I hear in the actual store they're going for $75. That's real embroidery,yo.
I always look for one thing that sets the tone of the trip...and this, my friends, is it. The Walk Of Shame Wendy Doll. After a hearty night of partying at Tappa Kegga Bru, Wendy can't find any of her clothes and is forced to borrow a t-shirt from the frat-boy she hooked up with. Ahh. Good times, good times.
I can't tell you how much I wanted this as a kid. I got Electronic Talking Stratego intead. (Sigh), the compromises we make growing up in the suburbs.
And pulling the WTF? award early in the trip is this gem. Now, don't get me wrong, I like the 'nog as much as the next fella, but a plush carton? Come on. That's taking it a bit too far.
I can't imagine the dejection of working all day at the factory and then coming home to see this on the bed. On the flipside (literally), are 4 words of hope and encouragement (no...the 4 words are NOT "It happens to everyone.")...they are in fact, THESE words...
I KNEW there had to be a Mrs. Green Giant! Why the hell else would he be so jolly?
This was in the mens section. I hovered a bit to see the various reactions. I don't speak Spanish, but I'm pretty sure I heard one dude saying "Hey esay...I deedont know your seester donated heere" (*Note...if you're keeping scoring, add another tic mark to the list of things I'm going to hell for....number 349:phonetically trying to sound like Speedy Gonzales)
"The Republic has changed my life!" (or was it the Gap?)
Hey Hey Hey...who the hell makes a Fat Albert shirt that's a size Medium??
I swear...I'd be rocking some killer tees if I was a size medium...or not afraid to show my belly in public.
Ahh...fraternity/sorority tees. Practically the only tees that tell the truth anymore.
This was much funnier when I thought it said "Willie Esco +Dung"
Rolex+Kentucky. Two words that really don't belong anywhere in the same sentence.
"But Daddy, why don't you wear the sweatshirt I got you at the craft bazarre?" Because...well, son, it's kind of gay.
Used Auto Parts I can understand. Used Tires?? Not so much.
Love Candles? Look...I think we need to slow things down. I don't know if I'm ready to make that kind of committment just yet. Can't we just stick to flashlights?
OK...What the f*** is Molding Juice?
I bet Nike's just loving this.
The lady that wears this shirt has got to have some serious self-esteem issues. And don't even get me started about Bob.
I'm not a rafter, but I'm guessing that this is something that only looks good on paper.
Why thank you. I think I will. I have no words for this one.
And on the 27th day, God created the dinosaur...and also the generic reference to the ying yang. And I can't be sure, but that might just be a GirlScout cookie or Little Debbie Snack Cake on there, too.
OK....I think I need to set my kids straight on the whole father/kid gift thing...at some point (usually Father's Day), they need to get me a horrifically bad neck tie...or a t-shirt that makes me look like an egotistical freak. Then I politely thank them, wear the items until they forget about them, and move on (presumably to donate the t-shirt to the thrift store where I can see it and wonder why I don't yet have such a shirt). The circle of life continues.
Again, not the best name for a company..or a softball team.
Occasionally, the front of a t-shirt will baffle me so much that I must immediately flip to the back to see what the heck it means. Unfortunately, that didn't do diddly this time.
Oh man, I can't believe this is here. Someone spent a lot of time eating that Miracle Whip jar empty and putting crappy shells in it. Just makes me sad, that's all I'm saying.
OH MY GOD, they killed Kenny!
Careful, the clown will suck out your souls with the golden yarmulkes.
The nearly complete but not nearly worth the price lava lamp.
And this little gem of a cassingle. Heeeeeeeeey Macarena......ayight!
How do ma'am. Where do you keep your children, I've got some creeping out to do.
Um....yeah. This was once framed art. And by art I mean something that Mommy and Daddy had in Junior's room until Junior was old enough to realize how retarded it looked.
(Insert butt/toilet joke here)
Here's a sneaky pic of the store. Look at all those people!
Quite possibly one of the best candies in the world (the cinnamon...not the sour apple) with the strangest name.
It's the Ronco Home Hookah kit....just set it and forget it!
I didn't even know they were still making this crap. I should stock up for Halloween. These just scared me.
I love the fact that they felt like they had to put a date on this doll...to distinguish it from the 100 other dolls they're selling. The navajo outfit (on the clearly caucasian doll) must be hand made or something to make it worth $8.99
Circle of Love? If by love you mean the last living relative donates this family gem to the thriftstore, then yes, it's the circle of love. Mom and Dad must be so proud.
Creamed soup in a box?? Something's not right.
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