feren: I AM THE MAN (Zhivagod - Feren_happy)
Didn't post any photos for Photo Phriday because I was too busy doing Halloween things. Wore my Toy Soldier outfit to work (as did [livejournal.com profile] markvd and coworker Marlok), though our badges proclaimed us as "Security" for the hospital set our department created for the annual costume/scene contest.

After work it was back home to pick up [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon and head North to Ohana House for their party. We had a blast! I got to catch up with [livejournal.com profile] rcking, whom I haven't seen in ages. Curmudgeon got corralled by Kyttin, who put a rather saucy and fun skirt on Mudgeon that nicely augmented her impromptu costume. We met a lot of new folks and caught up with many of our friends (too numerous to name here). Drinks, snacks and conversation were had until the later hours of the night. It was rather reluctantly that we left at midnight or so, but Mudgeon rightly pointed out that we had an early-ish morning today for doctor appointments.

All told the party in the evening was a great time and we are both very pleased to have been invited. Looking forward to the next one!
feren: I AM THE MAN (Doctor Steel - Robots)
After a tasty meal of BD's Mongolian (with Mud Pie for dessert, mmmm) [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon and I took in the 9:45PM showing of Iron Man with [livejournal.com profile] cajones and [livejournal.com profile] chebutykin. The beauty of a 9:45PM show on a Sunday night at this time of year is that school hasn't finished yet so the theater had a minimum number of people (read: rude, stupid teens and kids). Having most of the theater to yourself makes for a vastly more enjoyable experience, I must say.

For Cheb it was the second time seeing the movie and for Cajones the third time. They didn't seem to mind in the least, I think they enjoyed the movie as much as they enjoyed watching Curmudgeon and I react to it. All I can do is ask myself why I waited this long to go see it!?

And now that it's 12:21 in the morning and I'm back home, I can sit down at my desk and go back to dealing with work stuff. Hopefully I'll be in bed before 1:00 AM.
feren: I AM THE MAN (livingston)
Saturday morning and early afternoon I did lawn chores. In fairly rapid order I managed to mow the lawns, feed the lawns, weed the lawns (Oh Round-Up, you are my friend) and seed the lawns. I also did a long-overdue cut back of all the rose bushes in preparation for winter. It's funny, really: I don't know the first thing about caring for rose bushes but I must be doing something right. How do I know? Because two of the three have been growing like something from an anime series, with limbs over 8 feet long. They were all over the front lawn and climbing up the windows to the eaves. Crazy! Next year maybe I'll be able to get a trellis installed for them to climb instead of using the windows as leverage.

I finished up my yard work and took a shower before settling in for a well-deserved Cold Beverage. At around 1530 [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon and I left for Dave & Busters, where we met up with [livejournal.com profile] captain18, [livejournal.com profile] spoothbrush, [livejournal.com profile] neuracnu, [livejournal.com profile] jdm314, [livejournal.com profile] rakko78 and other folk. We drank, we ate food, we played games, we ate dessert and I took about seven hundred and thirty-five pictures. Then Curmudgeon and I drove home, but not before making a stop by the Bolingbrook Freedom Fountain where I took four hundred more pictures.

I hear that some of you are asking for thumbnails from the galleries I linked to above. Well, your wish is my command...

A smattering of pictures from D&B's for your pleasure. )

and I'd be remiss if I didn't include a few photos from the fountain....

Fountain follies follow... )

In total I shot more than 1200 frames yesterday. I'd like to thank [livejournal.com profile] gatcat and [livejournal.com profile] rainingmeat for their kind words about my first round of posted photographs. The two of you set a very high bar that I'm striving to meet while I (re-)learn from you both. I'd also like to thank all my friends yesterday for having the patience not to smack me for taking shots of any and everything around them.

Like an echo
Llike a photograph

feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-angst)
I overslept last night and missed a Blind Robins show last night that I had been invited to. I feel badly about it, because I was looking forward to it and several of my friends from work were also attending. This just goes to teach me that I don't mix with power-naps. I got home, fed Ra, changed clothes and then took a nap with the intent of leaving for the show afterward. When I woke up it was ten after one in the morning and the show was pretty much over. Maybe this was for the best, though. I got woken up at 7 this morning by our help desk and the tickets really haven't stopped coming down the pipe since.

The good news is that in a few weeks the Robins will be doing a show up in Rockford at Mary's Place. I should be able to make that, and I wager at least one of the coworkers who were at last night's show will be at Mary's for this one as well.

They've invented the telephone?!
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-tonysoprano)
As we used to say before the invasion of the Internet, "TSIA." Or, for the acronym-impaired, Title Says It All. But in this case, it doesn't really say it all... not by a long shot. These last days, there has been too much heartache and too much sadness within the circles I walk or once knew. To that end, I add the following for people who are at the foremost of my thoughts. I hope they will see it...

  • I worry for my loved ones. You are loved. You are worth loving. Please, please, please take care of yourself. Seek help. You know this is only hurting you more and any benefit you might see is only temporary. You know I'm here for you and I will do whatever you might ask of me.
  • I miss somebody far away. I'm here and waiting for you.
  • I feel sorrow for the senseless loss that somebody once close to me has endured. I wish I was still part of your life. I wish I still shared even a shred of that closeness so I could offer some solace and support. I'm sorry.

As somebody I care deeply for said, "Much love." That goes to all of you.

This is the panfah, going 10-7 for the year.

Have you ever felt all alone at the end of the day
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-devious)
During the Opening Ceremonies for MFF 2005, somebody assassinated [livejournal.com profile] unclekage. Don't worry, this year's theme was "Who Dunnit?" so the killings were all staged... or were they?

Courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] greenreaper we have photographic evidence of the crime!

Too graphic for LJ )

The hit man with the knife looks strangely familiar to me...

Came in on a rainy Thursday


Oct. 30th, 2005 03:15 pm
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-blue-contemplative)
So yesterday, while I was out at Slate Street for lunch and billiards with [livejournal.com profile] roho and [livejournal.com profile] genet, I hit up Game Stop and found they were having a sale on used DVDs. I bought over a dozen titles (fifteen, to be exact). Amidst my bounty is a copy of Stephen King's "Rose Red" on DVD. I'm watching it now. The last time I saw this was 2002, when it originally aired. I was dating somebody then. I remember that we watched it in the living room of her parents' house. I remember all the other small details, from how the weather was to where we ate and how it felt -- well, I don't need to go into that, do I?

Isn't it funny how the memory works. Isn't it positively grand.

Now Muriel plays the piano
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-gruntle)
I've said before that no good deed goes unpunished because I'm like the walking poster child for this slogan. I'll probably continue saying that until the day I die. Hey, it's not often we find a universal truth and can demonstrate it on demand.

I told a friend of mine tonight that I get a daily dosage of bullshit from my job and life that more than adequately meets my Recommended Daily Allowance for tolerating the crap that goes on. I do not turn to my hobbies and the things that I do for "fun" just so I can get another faceful straight from somebody's leaky asshole[1]. Given what my job has been like and the other things that are going down in my life[2], my free time should be spent doing things that I find fun and enjoyable. What has transpired lately is neither "fun" nor "enjoyable." It's been hellacious and unpleasant. I've had my fill for a while and now I'm quite fed up so I'm going to stop for a bit. To that end: I'm gonna take a month or two break from the various MU* I deal with to go focus on other things that don't push my blood pressure into the high 100s. Once I've had a chance to reset I'll come back and pick up where I left off.

The irony of all this is? It comes hot on the heels of an entry from [livejournal.com profile] hakeber wherein she points and laughs at people that are foolish enough to put themselves through torture. There's wisdom in her words, gang.

Do you know how long it's been since I've turned off all the lights and sat in a tub full of hot water while Neil Young played in the background? Neither do I, because I stopped counting after five years. I'm going to start with that tonight. Tomorrow I'm going to read a book while some music plays on the stereo. Unlike anything I've read in the last three years, this will be a book that doesn't have the phrases "value-added," "RFP," "Layer 3," "MPLS" or "routing metric" in it[3]. I don't think I've actually read something for enjoyment in the last 16 months.

This concept of enjoying oneself is crazy, I know -- but I plan to give it a shot anyway.

I'll be on IM, so I'm still quite reachable without being so near the things that make my blood boil.

What does it take to get a drink in this place?

[1] This defeats the idea of a hobby and does not meet my definition of "fun." YMMV.
[2] A lot of my friends have had extraordinarily shitty runs of luck lately, as well. I am by no means saying I have it worse than them.
[3] Suggestions are welcome. I like Stephen King and [livejournal.com profile] crackjackal has had some success in turning me on to Clive Barker.
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-devious)
I had a pretty horrible day at work on Friday, so my first act upon getting home was to make a gin and tonic, only to find that I had no tonic. Since the thought of a cool, tall jinnintoniq was the only thing that got me through my day I felt it was my mission, nay, my duty to have that relaxing drink in front of my television. So, I did what any self-respecting modern drunkard would do -- I went to my favorite haunt to buy some ingredients.

They didn't have any diet tonic. They didn't even have regular tonic! They were in the process of a store reset and the soda aisle (where the tonic is usually kept at this establishment) was a disaster. Thirty minutes of searching and asking employees yielded still no tonic. In a huff of frustration I grabbed the few condiments I had located, checked out and bailed for my truck. The next stop was questionable, but all I could think of at the moment -- the Meijer station store across the parking lot. I can't say I was surprised that they didn't have the tonic, but it didn't help my mood any. At that point I had been out trying to find the key ingredient of my favorite drink for something like an hour and a half and I had nothing to show for it. Out of desperation I bit the bullet (and mentally prepared to have my wallet assaulted): if none of my favorite supermarkets or convenience stores had my tonic due to some sort of strange tonic shortage, I was sure the liquor store near my house would have what I needed at outstandingly high price-gouging cost. Swallowing my pride I drove over and jogged into the store. Five minutes of searching allowed me to locate the only remaining three bottles of tonic the store had. Thankfully they were diet (which is what I wanted) but it disturbed me that I was buying out this place's last three bottles after a nearly two-hour search earlier had netted several other stores that were out of stock. Is there some sort of outbreak of malaria that I was not informed of?

After I got home and mixed up the first of many drinks for the evening (using the tonic it took over two hours to locate and purchase) I chatted via AIM until the wee hours of Saturday morning with [livejournal.com profile] crackjackal. Due to foolishness on my part I haven't really been in touch with Ashi much over the last few months and it felt good to remedy that. The topic of conversation was sort of a moving target, it kept fluctuating a great deal and touched on any number of things... but it was good. Sometime around 3:30 on Saturday morning, as I was preparing to haul myself off to bed, the jaql extended an invitation for me to drive up to Madison and visit. An impromptu offer to go hang out out for the weekend I didn't have anything planned on? I didn't even have to think about it. I begged for a few hours of sleep, after which I'd tend to morning chores and then head up North. I dragged myself out of bed after 6 hours sleep, took a shower, tended to the chores and threw some bags in the duffel. By 10:10 I was on the road and Madison-bound!

My Saturday in Madison consisted of lazing around the apartment, smoking lots of cigarettes, talking and watching DVDs. Ashi tried to show me "Alone in the Dark" but forty minutes into the film it became just too painful to watch (As the jaql said, Poor Christian Slater) and we switched over to the fifth season of The Sopranos. We also went out to get some dinner at a local eatery after driving all around town trying to find an establishment that would let us smoke while we dined. Later that night found us driving around time again, this time looking for a FedEx/Kinkos that was open. I stayed up and watched more episodes of The Sopranos while Ashi worked on homework and various other art projects. Sometime around 4 or so in the morning I curled up on the couch, pulled the blanket over me and went to sleep.

The Clock was also reset to zero months, zero days. o/` o/` o/`

Today was quiet. Earlier Ashi had come down with some horrible plague of a cold and had been up until daybreak, so she slept late while I finished up The Sopranos, took a shower and did a load of dishes to pass the time. Oh, by the way, [livejournal.com profile] yotogi? Remember how, during Thanksgiving of 2003, we were flopped out in the living room of Lori's place and you told me about Preacher? I hadn't forgotten about that. I found a copy of Preacher: Gone To Texas that Ashi had in the apartment and read that from cover to cover. You're right, that's a damn fine book and I love when the Saint of Killers first makes his appearance. Gonna have to go buy me that series, because now I'm addicted. Although jaql, if you can find what we talked about before I left, I'd love to grab a copy.

Tomorrow it's back to the grind at work, but at least I had an enjoyable weekend to help refresh me for the next five days. Thank you again, jaqlomgthing.

Everything will be alright
feren: I AM THE MAN (pantherhead)
I am not drunk enough for this. I am not nearly drunk enough at all.

[Edit 2305 9/16] Yes, I am aware that it is a sign of alcoholism to retreat to the bottle when confronted with things that make you sad or upset.
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-angst)
I had a very busy weekend, though it was relaxing for the most part. A large majority of it was spent babysitting Fritz, Heather and Garry's little weinerdog. Weinerdogs have codependency problems... or at least this one does. Dealing with his attachment issues removed a bit of the "relaxation" aspect for me, but overall we got through it okay. Saturday I took five hours out of my day and attended the wedding of DP, a longtime coworker. It was a short, simple ceremony with a nice reception afterward. The food was awesome, the drink was flowing, and I could only stay for about three hours before I had to head out and go back to my job of doggie-babysitting.

[livejournal.com profile] genet, [livejournal.com profile] roho and I came back to my place today to find that Ra had relieved himself on the floor of the master bathroom. Ordinarily this would just be annoying, but in this case it's downright worrisome: there was blood in his urine. [livejournal.com profile] roho and I did a quick examination, then went out and hit two different pet stores before finding the materials I need to collect a urine sample for the vet. I'm hoping it's little more than a urinary tract infection, as odd as it sounds to say such a thing. Cats are prone to UTI and it's fairly easy to treat. Other options, like crystals, are less easy to treat.

Expect more on the topic of Ra's health as further details unfold.
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-blue-contemplative)
Imagine, if you can, my complete surprise at this entry from [livejournal.com profile] chebutykin. What started out as a look back on the history of a piece of form-molded plastic turned into something much, much deeper. This has to be one of the most thoughtful, touching introspectives I've ever read.

I'm really pleased that somebody has such fond memories of me.

Thank you, Cheb. For everything.
feren: I AM THE MAN (fcy2k)
This week has now had two nights I'm really wishing hadn't occurred. I hate it when the past comes up from behind me and clips me in the back of the skull with a seven-pound Physics primer. I'm left doubled-over, seeing nothing but stars and wondering what in the frell just clobbered me.

Relationship angst, known to be caustic. You know you don't want to read this. )


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