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There and Back Again (SDCC 2011 super post)

2011-07-25T20:54:00.005-04:00

Like the event in 2009, the San Diego Comic Con has come and gone. Back to the ol' grindstone tomorrow. But for now, big honking place holder in place for my up and coming post, m'kay?
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Alright, one month later, plenty of time to digest the experience, so here it goes:

Looking back on this year's event, I see that the individuals in my group, along with myself had a lot on our wish list of things to see and do. Amongst my list was a hope to see the True Blood panel again, see Guillermo del Toro at one of the discussions he would be at (one was with Jeff Bridges - ack!), maybe score some tickets to see Captain America early, and see and/or meet one of my favorite authors, Jim Butcher (of The Dresden Files) at a panel on books vs graphic novels. Among all those wants, only the last one happened, which was fantastic (he signed book 1 of the series and we spoke briefly...*geek squee*). I think we all learned a good lesson though - pick and our battles choose wisely, and realize we will not get in to see/do everything we want, especially if said happenings are close in time to one another.

Surprisingly, I spent most of the time calming others down when we were in a hurry or waiting (not my brother's favorite past time). I've gotten to a point where I know if it's meant to be, it'll happen, whether I hustle my butt to get somewhere or wait for three hours to get into Ballroom 20 for one panel (which I did on Saturday...Fringe, for someone else in my group).

I'd say the highlights of the journey this year were as follows:
- Getting to nosh on meals at Cafe Diem (a Hard Rock restaurant done over for the tv series Eureka on Syfy) not once, but TWICE. I nicked a pen on the first go around too, though I think everyone else was doing the same. (My apologies to the waitress!)
- Having Conan O'Brien show up at a panel I was merely at (for The Green Lantern animated series). I was waiting for the next one for Falling Skies with my group, and Conan popped in to shamelessly plug his "Flaming C" superhero. I had no idea who the character was until then, but saw a few ladies and gents in costume with big C's on their chest, which did make me wonder what I was missing. Regardless of my being a noob, I enjoyed his hijinks with fans, and the lengths to which he went to get the crowd roaring with laughter.
- Futurama and Family Guy panels - I don't watch Family Guy much at all, but do catch Futurama once in a while, and they happened to have a panel on Saturday (the ENTIRE day spent in Ballroom 20). The Futurama cast was there in full this year, and I was thrilled to hear plenty of Bender and Frye talk. As for Family Guy, all I can say is thank you Seth Green and Kara Vallow for pointing out the gal signing what you were saying (in American Sign Language) to a group of folks at the front of the room. We all now know how to say "dirty hobo penis" in ASL. (And we now know you have warnings on the back of your name cards on your tables up there in reference to "minding the language around the youngins". Ha!) Note - see 3:30 or so into the video link above.
- Seeing part one of the preview for Terra Nova (the future meets the Cretaceous). Why yes, I'll watch the rest of that series. Thanks! (And can I visit Australia sometime, please?)
- TheOneRing.net's panel - It had a lot of news Hobbit fans had seen recently, but they did mention Peter Jackson's latest video blog was out (made for a great treat when I got home), and I got the Lord of the Rings soundtrack. Neato! It kept my dwarvy fetish alive (Hellooo Fili!), yet in check during the con, and encouraged me to start posting on the site (After signing up how many years ago!?).
- Despite feeling a little under the weather Saturday morning, I managed to meet a very nice couple while in the huge line for Ballroom 20, which stretched out clear to the marina and beyond. I didn't catch their names (And I had business cards on me...D'oh!), but know the area they live, so hopefully I can catch them again on the 'net for some chatting about writing. Both are writers, and the gentleman (who looked like Peter Jackson and Francis Ford Coppola had a son) noted his specialty was Fantasy along the lines of Tolkein, which left me intrigued.
- Food closer to where we were staying (Old Town San Diego) was much more plentiful, less crowded, and prices much more reasonable. We decided to get away from the hubub of the post-Con party scene, which was the smart thing to do. Most folks heading out after the Exhibition Hall closed also headed to areas nearest to their hotels, and I'm sure that alleviated any strain on getting around in the Gaslamp Quarter. Must've been a win-win for everyone. (Maybe, just maybe I'll stick around there for a night or two next year and catch a party, or hang at a pub - we shall see.)
- Swag, and a few cool items bought - I got a few die-cast pins from Falling Skies (another show I haven't watched yet), along with a hoodie complete with a very trippy looking alien's harness on the back (Have no clue? IMDB it.) I also came across a booth for a comic called "Two Lumps", about two Russian Blue cats, one smart named Ebenezer, one not-so-much named Snooch. I had to get one of their signature plushes of one of the kitties (Snooch - his face is priceless). I also happened upon a shirt at the Hard Rock's store I could not pass up - it's a Farnsworth on a t-shirt for the series Warehouse 13. I actually saw a suped up, non-working Farnsworth at the QmX booth, but it was $399 or so. My wallet cried, so I bought a Yo-Saf-Brig print instead (Firefly series), because she rocks. Oh, and I nearly missed a faux newspaper for the series Haven (based on the Stephen King novel "The Colorado Kid"). The newspaper is shown in the beginning credits to the show, and I am so thrilled to have picked it up at Cafe Diem that I may frame it.

Things to remember for next year (myself, and YOU, if you happen to attend):
- Pick and choose battles wisely. For me, it will be all about True Blood and The Hobbit, and that's it. Well, unless del Toro shows up and starts talking more about The (new) Haunted Mansion movie. I bet I could make it to all three panels if they were to happen. Although, if buzz about TR3N comes into play...(see, I can't think ahead like this or it all goes kaplooey.)
- If Hall H or Ballroom 20 makes you shudder (Friday or Saturday are the big days for those rooms), have a look at the lineup each day when the SDCC site starts showing that information. If they have a few popular panels early on, plan to GET IN LINE. After said big panels, a lot of folks might head on out of the room, leaving you with a better chance to get in and see what you want to see. (This - is what I should have done on Friday for True Blood. Little did I know that Torchwood was the must see panel that morning, and Ballroom 20 nearly cleared out after that. Now I know better...and will wait patiently in the long-assed line next year.)
- If you or a member of your party has a smart phone, iPad or laptop, use it! Keep up to date on changes for anything you want to do, and take down important information, like where to get your tickets for 2013 during 2012's con, or spur of the moment signings, or where special meetups or viral marketing is going on around the convention center.
- Don't overdo it! I staved off any chance of the dreaded "Con Crud" by eating healthy, getting plenty of sleep every night, taking vitamins (and drinking aloe vera juice - it actually works), and by keeping on an even keel throughout the week. Treat yourself right, and you're sure to have a good time.
- FRAK costumes. With the exception of a Merlotte's waitress outfit, I'll be going as a mild mannered tourist next year. I lost more weight between getting one of my costumes altered and the convention, and it was too big! I didn't uber loathe having the extra room, but when I was roaming the halls, seeing folks in more form fitting wear, I did wish I had something along those lines (showing off my slimming figure...just a little).
- Even the most impatient of con-goers can enjoy something. My brother hated (HATED) waiting, and let me know it several times in as nice a way as he possibly could (he uh, won't be back next year). But he turned his own frown upside-down by finally succumbing to wearing a costume he had packed with him, just in case he had the urge to geek out. He wore it, and ended up in Life online along with many other photo shoots. Yeah, who says you didn't have a good time, little brother. *smirks*

That's it for this year, unless a spur of the moment thought comes up, in which I may blurt it out in a future post. I hope others had as good a time as I did, and will see you all next year!

Them's Fightin' Words

2011-03-18T10:08:00.009-04:00

(Frankie and a favorite toy, a big honkin' catnip mouse)

Now I'm all for facing the challenges of life, in fact I relish them from time to time. Especially if/when things get humdrum in certain areas. But late last year, life started to unfold and went from unusual to sublimely ridiculous. Here's the gist:

For a few months, my once a quarter migraines decided they'd pay me a visit more often. Great! So I kept myself well stocked in Exedrin. But in the November timeframe, I got a whole new neat-o addition in the way of visual distortions. I was driving to McDonalds one morning on a day off, and the sun was just creeping up over the horizon. I get my mocha, start driving home and notice something odd. Thought it wasn't real, so I didn't pay attention to it at first, but then out of the corner of my vision it caught me again, so I honed in on it. I could see a neon whitish blue zigzag on the road, overlapping the lines marking the middle of the road to my home. It was like Vegas, but in my town. Weird!

Well, fast forward to late December, and not only was I having more migraines (a few a week), but they'd last several days at a time (the kind you should go to the doc for), and my visual distortions were increasing. Vibrating vision (not my entire field of, but parts), a dark spot at night in my left eye, and spotty vision that turned most of what I looked at indoors into an Impressionistic work of art. It was a little trippy.

Now let's back up a little bit and switch gears. It's mid December, and my middle cat Frankie gets what I call schmutz on his mouth near his chin on one side. He's gotten it before in another area, so I clean it as I did in the past and figure it'll go away. It didn't. By the time Christmas rolled around, it looked worse; fur had fallen out and inflammation started to set in. I wasn't looking forward to leaving him for a family visit out west, but knew my friends would take good care of him and his buddies, Josie and Moni.

I get back, and end up bringing Frankie in after the New Year to figure things out at the local vet. We viewed the issue as a rodent ulcer (not a literal rodent issue, but allergies), and treated it by rotating medicines every two weeks (antibiotics and steroids). After a month or so, I ended up back in, coincidentally the same week I started booking appointments for myself for glasses, and eventually to check out my own health issue with a specialist.

At the vet, the lead doc took one look at Frankie and said to me "You're treating him for rodent ulcer? This looks like cancer." The way he said it was very matter of fact, almost dead pan. I wanted to put up my dukes in defense of my little guy, and respond with "like hell it is!" Instead I sat frozen in the chair, the word cancer echoing in my head (one of two c words I hate), and asked very quietly what we should do next. We should do a biopsy on his mouth, that was next. Several days lapsed, and Frankie got his biopsy. A few days later, I got the results I didn't want to hear (squamous cell carcinoma - very aggressive stuff), and I began testing for my own issues. I didn't care about my issues though. I wanted Frankie better. He'd had a crappy beginning to his life until he came to my family, and didn't deserve any more pain.

The day of his diagnosis is a blur, but what I do remember is setting a lot of work in motion to 1) find out what could be done, 2) settle on a treatment and 3) get him there. By the grace of somebody, my Mom found a university not far from my parents (CSU vet cancer center). They run a plethora of clinical trials on new treatments for domesticated critters. We found a trial currently in work for Frankie's EXACT type of cancer. This couldn't have been a fluke, it was the chance he/we needed to take. I put in word to CSU, got a call from them the same evening (admittedly excited to hear about my cat). A week and a half later my Dad had flown to Orlando and back, with Frankie in tow. He had his treatment, and has been recuperating at my parent's for a week or so, occasionally pestering them in the wee hours of the morning (C'mon, it's cute!).

As for me, I've been through a few tests (MRI, spinal tap) that ruled out one thing or another, but a diagnosis did ring true. I have something called Intracranial Hypertension. The old term was Pseudotumor Cerebri. It's an overproduction of CSF (cerebrospinal fluid) and absorption issue, typically causing swelling in the cranium. Usually the main problem is swelling of the optic nerves, which leads to the migraines, visual distortions, and if left untreated results in blindness.

I don't believe it's a death sentence, and depending on what version you have you can actually rid yourself of the disease, which is great news for many. This is something that doesn't discriminate - it affects women and men, young and old (even kids), and every race. Weight seems to be a factor in some cases, so my doc has asked me to keep up with my exercise and weight loss goals, and by summer I may have staved this thing off (some meds may help too). If I end up still having it, then well, I'll see what I can do to help the IH Research Foundation and geneticists in terms of providing what I can from me towards finding a cure. The oddly bright side to this (and there is one) is I have a local friend who has this too - I think we can support each other towards a common goal.

In hindsight, I've been told I should not lament what has happened to either Frankie or I, especially the actions that have been taken. And they're right, as that'll only make me feel crappy, and I don't want to focus on the negative or the what if's. In fact I see this as pretty damned positive. We had a stroke of luck in finding what was needed, and so quickly. It's not always going to be that way, in the grand scheme of things. Going forward, both of us need to fight; Frankie, for his life and myself, for my sight. So far I think the little dude has proven to my family and I that he is a fighter and wants to live. I see him as a hero (big damn) in this respect, and will follow suit for my own reasons.

Note: Will post future updates on myself and Frankie when I can, and if the mood strikes. I feel it may help somebody out there. Maybe someone else with IH/PTC or feline cancer.

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Yeah, I have not posted anything on ConGaloosh 2010 yet, and I suck eggs for it. Been pretty busy, and I think now you can understand why. But I've a feeling I will be posting about it soon, with a few teasers for the 2011 event, which is still on like Donkey Kong.

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UPDATE 3/24/2011

Well, I've decided to put an update for Frankie here, rather than a long, drawn out post. Unfortunately his latest visit to CSU two weeks after his radiation treatment showed inflammation in his mouth, as though his cancer/tumor wasn't going away. My folks called me and put me on speakerphone so I could hear from Frankie's doc, and she noted what the next step was. Either do some sort of nerve deadening procedure to dull the pain, which may not work, or have him euthanized. I chose the latter. The poor guy has been through enough, and didn't deserve this sort of pain at what I still consider a young age (11). So, at around 4ish Colorado time while he was still under via sleepy meds, they introduced the euthenasia medicine, and Frankie traveled off to parts unknown.

I will miss the little guy. Looking around my home, I see toys, favorite areas for play or sleep everywhere. Makes it hard to look around without feeling sad. I'm sure the feelings will fade in time, as they do with the passing of all loved ones. Frankie, I think, may take longer to move on from than others. He sure was somethin' else. >^--^<

RIP Frankie Chester Copperpot (insert last name here)
**Chester was his original name via vets in WA

The Only Thing to Fear...

2010-10-12T18:27:00.004-04:00

I took a brief vacation last week to spend some time with family, as well as work with my cohorts on the ConGaloosh 2010 event. This proved to be a lesson in overcoming my fears; some weighing on me over the years, others coming to gnaw on me after a short hiatus. All in all, I think I've begun to whittle away at some of what holds me back.

A few days in to my local vacation, my dad and I ventured to a destination called Forever Florida. It's a several thousand acre protected section of land that's home to indigenous flora and fauna (that's plants and critters). They tend to the animals on their acreage, and also use the land (minimally) for camping, horseback riding, and ziplining.

A while back, I asked my dad if he would be up for zip lining. I'd seen it on a few travel and adventure shows, and thought it'd be fun. What it involves is akin to zipping over (erm, under by dangling on) taut ropes high up on platforms, using gear similar to what rock climbers wear. So, we signed up for a morning trek in the middle of our vacation week, and put that thought to rest for a few months.

Then that morning crept up on me. Little did I know, the fear of heights I thought I'd locked away all these years came crawling back, ready to grab me by the ankles and whisk me high over the Florida forest canopy.

The location itself is gorgeous; I would have a blast simply hiking around. It's around an hour south/southeast of Orlando in St Cloud (Holopaw), and is slightly off a main road. The foliage hid buildings and activity locations, making one feel far removed from civilization. I saw many a barn cat, horses, cows, gators, deer, birds and rescued wild animals that are cared for by Forever Florida's workers.

We took a coach ride from the restaurant/store/check-in building to the zip line area, and were briefed on how to put on the safety gear that would be our lifeline for the next two hours or so, and got the customary helmet as well. When our group of six was set, we ventured off with two guides down a half mile walk to the first set of stairs. I realized later that this was the shorter staircase (35 feet, the second was 55), nevertheless since it was the first one to climb it was the hardest (for me). The morning was cooler than it had been (high 60's) and breezy. I could feel the wind swaying the stairs as we climbed. My legs began to shake and breathing became labored as the wobbling metal around me brought a realization that I was doing something I typically shied away from. But, I and the others made it to the top. We stood there, huffing and puffing, trembling and gazing at that long stretch of rope, tethered a distance away.

To sum this experience up, I learned a great deal from our guides on how to zip line, and more specifically how to traverse different lengths of line that are situated high or low over ground. I wasn't a big fan of the couple of sky bridges we had to cross, as they had openings every ten feet or so you had to move past with a large stride (and guide Alvin's swaying of the bridge didn't help). But it was conquerable, knowing I was wearing my safety gear.

The link here takes you to pictures related to this adventure, along with a handful of videos. Sadly, there are none of me, as I had a video enabled camera and my dad did not. But I think they give readers a good look at what we did that day. Thanks to the couple from south Florida, and the other couple from north London who joined us that morning. Next time, we hope to include my brother on a zip line journey, possibly in the dark!

Zip Line Adventure - Pictures and Video

For now, I'll stop here, as I have more to cover with this year's ConGaloosh event.
Stay tuned!

Hot Fun in the Summertime?

2010-07-15T17:33:00.001-04:00

This week so far has felt like a slew of Mondays, which seems abnormal around these parts, at least for summertime. Just a week for fires to crop up and be put out, I suppose. One role may change a little, but for the good. I walked in to it like one would if they had one day of bootcamp, followed by deployment to battle (with a slinky for a weapon). Not the best entrance ever, but I made do.

A couple of movies are in my sights for the weekend (ah, respite in air conditioning once again); The Sorcerer's Apprentice and Inception. The former is headed up by Nicolas Cage, and looks to be his ever-so-slight homage to a favorite (adult) Wizard of mine. The latter looks like a cross between Dark City and The Matrix. Visually very trippy, with a few actors I'm happy to see onscreen. (DiCaprio, Page, Hardy, Gordon-Levitt aka 'that kid from Third Rock From the Sun')

Yesterday I found a clock radio tucked away in a box during a round of sorting and organizing. It's a model that has nature sounds on it. I plugged it in last night before settling down to read, turning it on to sounds of the ocean. When the characters in the book started hearing the sound of ocean waves lapping against a distant shoreline, I knew it was time to go to bed.

Twas hoping to wrangle a friend from a ways away into hanging out this weekend, but alas, it wasn't meant to be. I'm a little aggravated and more than sad by that, but it isn't her fault, nor is it mine. I can't be selfish, only understanding and supportive, and I hope to hang out with her in the future.

I recall a story a friend of mine told me long ago. One whom I had a crush on for a while too (now, it's an abundance of respect). He recalled a defining moment he had when he met someone who, when he saw her, he understood. He was meant to meet her, and know her somehow. It led to dating and the relationship arena, though not past that. What threw me was how he described it - making the meeting sound like he was picking out a new car or found a new favorite appetizer at the local pub; slightly impersonal, as if the gal was now an object rather than a person.

I didn't get it then, but I do now. I know how it is now to suddenly have someone in your sights and realize "I have to know him", and that is what happened. I have gotten to know him a little. Now though, I have constraints (location, opportunity, other interests for him, possible interests for me), and feel I should give up. However, I was spurred on earlier by him to not give up, in some fashion. Hmm, what to do.

For now...more work.

Later, who knows. He is worth it though.

Escape from the Muggle World, if only for a moment

2010-06-05T19:49:00.001-04:00

I woke up early this morning, before the sun peeked over the horizon, in a rather foggy minded state to venture out and see if I could catch something. Sure, it was a Saturday morning. I was guaranteed not to be the only one out, let alone one in a small crowd. But there I was, shy of 8am at the entrance to Universal Studios Islands of Adventure. Waiting patiently with others, rolling feet over pavement and stretching muscles to keep comfortable, we all let out cheers when Team Members began scanning us through the turnstiles at a few minutes to 9am.

I had been prepared for a stampede of humans, yet the mass moved with relative patience and grace. A fast paced walk through Seuss Land, to a grounding halt at The Lost Continent that lasted all of twenty seconds. Then it was the Universal Executives turn to usher the masses through to the next area. Just across from the Sinbad show, talking fountain and the like, a gate was open. A gate to another world; created by an author in a small coffee shop in Edinburgh, brought to life in a book, and translated to tangible form in the movies.

It was surreal walking through the gates to Hogsmeade. Had to hold my breath and pull down my shades - such a wild mix of emotion pouring into me as I walked past the Hogwarts Express (the train used to cart students to and from the famed British school for Witchcraft and Wizardry). I made my way through the village, watching the buildings wind and loom their way over the crowds, topped with snow and ice as if they had been transported from another climate.

Several rides later - I reflect on the Forbidden Journey and Flight of the Hippogriff (to myself only - no spoilers here, but I will say the are amazing). I am sated by a mug of Butterbeer, a bottle of Pumpkin Juice (for later), and an American Style breakfast laid out before me at The Three Broomsticks. If I only had a wand, I wouldn't feel like such a Muggle.

(Note: The wands at Olivanders seem to be all resin, though I can't say for certain that they are. If you are seeking a wand made entirely from wood, please visit Alivans online.)

Pre Summer Movies - A Dash of Hit and Miss

2010-05-29T19:15:00.005-04:00

The summer blockbusters (pre summer, actually) have been trickling into theatres over the past two weeks, and I managed to catch three so far that were somewhat worth checking out. No spoilers though, I promise.

First on my list (which had been for a while) was Robin Hood. I expected some sort of redux of the bandit of Sherwood Forest, but this has a bit of a twist to it. Initially I didn't care for the storyline, but as I mull it over several weeks later I do have to give the creators some credit for taking Hood from the proverbial point A (a Knight of the Crusades) to point B (Robin of the Hood) via a different path. My only nitpick with the movie would be character Guy of Godfrey. I appreciate the actor Mark Strong, and he brings with him a great versatility in skill and looks, but felt for this movie he used neither to stand out. Although one could argue, was his character supposed to, or was he supposed to blend in to the background a little, so other adversaries could shine?

The second movie I caught was Prince of Persia. I was a little hesitant to see this, as it was produced by Jerry Bruckheimer (of Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy, soon to be quadrogy). But I gave it a go and was pleasantly surprised. Of the three movies seen recently, I feel this had the most cohesive and interesting storyline. There was much action and adventure, and although the CGI effects were obvious, what they were meant to show the audience was pretty amazing. Was it magic? Great power of the Gods? You find out. ;-)

Rounding out the trio of movies was Iron Man II. I had been looking forward to it, but after seeing a few trailers and commercials, I wondered if I had seen the majority of the action and plot. I think I did, though one part towards the end (a revelation of sorts by a main character) I did not see coming. As much as I wanted to enjoy this movie, even the slower exposition scenes, I did not. The characters tried too hard to be snarky, whiny, badass, sexy. Don't try, just be.

Apart from the movies, not much else to bring up. The spring season comes to a close in a few weeks, yet already we (in Florida) are slipping into our typical month of torrential showers which usually starts in June. They tend to shut down one's outdoor plans for an afternoon, or sometimes the rest of the day. The best bet for anyone traveling to Florida during this time is to schedule errands and outdoor activities for the morning up until lunchtime, and aim for the indoors (movies, museums, hanging out) during the rain. Otherwise, your drive will be white knuckled, and your clothes may be soaked (even with an umbrella, you may be wet from the thighs down).

Adventures on the Queen Mary (and thereabouts)

2010-05-21T14:14:00.012-04:00

After being asked a while back to the Fedora Lounge's event aboard the Queen Mary by Matt, I set aside a week to take part in a new experience with vintage (Golden era) minded folk, as well as a birthday on the west coast with friends and family. The following will be a recap of the Fedora Lounge event, brought to you by Jinkies (guaranteed to make you regular, day or night)...

Note: I will stick to nicknames from the (Fedora) Lounge, unless someone didn't have one to go by. Also take note that there may be omissions to the recap of this adventure, accidental and on purpose.

Friday, May 14th:
After being dropped off at the Long Beach Queen Mary Hotel at around 10:30am, I made my way up and in to the belly of the beast, looking for the registration area. Waiting for only a minute or two, I spied fellow vintage wearers and introduced myself. James and Lady Powers, along with their two young sons, Daniel and John had been meandering on the ship looking for fellow Loungers. They graciously waited with me while I checked on my room. I had asked for an Art Deco themed room in my reservations, which they could provide but not til later in the day. Quite alright I noted, as I was already dressed for the day and ready to head out with the group.

Where'd he go(?) moment: Prior to heading out to Long Beach, we did run in to Frankie Lamb near the outside elevators. He was dressed to the nines in a suit and hat and was looking for others in the group. I personally saw him one other time, and that was it. Where did the man go? Did he vanish into the bowels of the Queen Mary? *insert Twilight Zone theme here*

Leaving my luggage behind at the ship, the Powers family offered me a ride over to the Long Beach vintage store area where we were to meet up with a few others to peruse the racks. We went through Meow Vintage first, which carried a cacophany of clothes, hats, shoes, purses, patterns and more from the late 1800's to 1980's (I very nearly bought a raspberry beret and a camel colored flatcap). We were heading towards more shops when we spied Lady Day walking up the sidewalk. She greeted us and pulled out her phone, explaining she got a ride from John in Covina and that we were missing Matt Deckard and swinggal (from Perth, Australia).

Note: Lady Day sews the majority of her vintage wear, and everything she wore looked fabulous.

John showed up a minute later and walked with us to another store called La Bomba, which was supposed to be open at noon but wasn't (it was 12:30ish *taps watch*). In front of their store sat several trash cans filled to the brim with clothes in rather ratty condition. Lady Powers and I eyeballed the cans, asking one another if we should have a look but decided not to. Going through to the back of the next store over we looked left and laid our eyes upon where some of the throwaways must've come from. I was told this was "The Pile", and what a pile it was! (Nearly 14 feet tall, and a circumfrance of at least as much.) La Bomba's owners caught us having a peek and explained that they'd let folks check it out on Saturday. Most of the clothing would be priced $1 to $5. (Ah, if I only had a third bag with me.)

At some point during our look-n-see of the stores and a brief respite at a local burger joint we got word back from Matt, our event organizer. He and swinggal had been heading over and had some car trouble. The gathered group decided to part ways and head back to the ship; Lady Day with John in Covina, and myself with the Powers family. James decided we should hit a local grocery store on the way back (grand idea) for snacks and drinks. It was there that he clued me in to a regional soda called Cactus Cooler (he works with Coke, so he knows what many do not). He can't get it up north in San Fran where he lives, so he stocked up on it for the weekend. Got to try a can of the citrus-pineapple soda, and it reminded me of Fresca without the tart aftertaste.

Note: I clued in James to the drinking stations located at Epcot (I remember the name now - Club Cool). Sponsored by Coca Cola, it has around a dozen sodas from around the world people can sample in little Coke labeled dixie cups. Unless you have a strong stomach, I wouldn't recommend the Beverly.

Back at the ship, I tried yet again (and unsuccessfully) to get my room and was told it was in an area to be cleaned. Despite the news, Lady Powers invited me to their Eisenhower Suite and pulled out suitcases and boxes full of vintage knick knacks she'd bought or gotten from relatives. I don't have a keen eye for pinpointing treasures yet, so I just enjoyed rummaging through what she had and looked for things I would simply like. Several bucks later, I had my first vintage hat (to be worked on), along with a plethora of pins, earrings and other jewelry.

Favorite item: Armadillo pin; we have a great many of those hissing critters foraging the grassy areas of Florida. I thought the pin was hilarious, and had to have it. Also in the photo is an embroidered hankerchief. I bought one other one with similar characters rocking it out with guitars (a German cithern probably - goes better with the lederhosen), and gave that to a very happy Lady Day.

I decided at this point to take my spoils over to the Observation Bar at the front of the ship, as we got word Matt and swinggal had made it. Making my way down a corridor and past a set of bathrooms, I spied a man in a dapper suit about to head in to the gentleman's side. He turned around and tipped his hat, smiling handsomely when he recognized me. Matt had made it! We introduced ourselves and chatted a moment, parted ways as he was helping Frankie Lamb with rezzies, and I headed over to the Bar for a drink and a little more chit chat. I met yet another Lounger by the name of Rickardo (forgive me, I forgot his friend's name). I sat with Rickardo and friend, James, John and Lady Day, listening to them discuss this, that and the other while I gulped down an iced tea. At this time, it was nearing 5pm and I still had no room. Check-in had passed me by at 4pm (and our dinner was for 7pm), so it was time to go and put the squeeze on the front desk folks (nicely) to see what could be done. Before heading out, I finally got to introduce myself to swinggal, and got my second glimpse (I think?) of Frankie Lamb.

After a bit more finagling with the front desk folks at registration, I spoke with a guy who I met during round one of my check-in attempts (at 10:30am). He apologized profusely, noting my room STILL wasn't ready but that he'd upgrade me to a better Art Deco suite for my troubles. I headed on down to my room (not far from the Powers Family), which was a lot nicer than I expected. It had a queen size bed, ample space for clothes, two sinks/vanities along with a tub/shower in the bathroom (Huzzah for the tub - I still have nightmares about using a shower on a cruise ship in bad weather). As the room was an oldie but a goodie, I had these semi open tubes stationed around the room near the ceiling that supplied me with (loud) warm or cool air, which I could adjust. That was different than the modern cruise ships I've been on, so I though I'd point that out. After several texts and a brief hello from a fellow Lounger, I changed into a 30's black inspired dress and lace jacket (Nataya) with a string of black pearls. Then it was back to the Observation Bar to hang with the group again before heading to dinner.

Note: My shoes of choice throughout most of the weekend came from the DanceStore online (Aris Allen - 30's black velvet oxfords). I highly recommend them for general vintage wear, as well as dancing. My feet were happy the entire weekend.

Heading over to Sir Winston's for dinner, I had the pleasure of meeting another local Lounger nicknamed Widebrim. I recall he noted he had a lot of family in Argentina, though he is an American by several generations. The group sat down at a long table, flanked by windows with a view of a large geodesic dome at the rear of the boat. Someone commented that the Spruce Goose was in there, but that it may have been on tour at that time (confirmation is here - it's been gone a while I see).

After discussion of many topics such as obscure movies, familial backgrounds and such we dined, and my dinner was rather hit and miss. For anyone that likes a good lobster bisque, Winston's version is not to be missed. It's a thick, creamy, big bowl of happiness. That paired with their baskets of bread was darned near perfect. The sesame crusted (seared) ahi on the other hand was not so good. If you're into sushi or sashimi it may be right up your alley. I've tried both, but was not too keen on it with its super salty soy-ginger sauce. Ah well, I know next time what not to order.

The group retired to the Observation Bar after dinner, and I made my way there after resting a bit (a little green around the gills, I was). Sitting at a table with Lady Day and Idledame and illuminated only by candles and light from the bar, we watched the Fedora Lounge's first invited performer sing to the crowd while some of the gentlemen enjoyed cigars and guy talk outside. Now the patrons were not all vintage minded, as anyone could enter the bar during the evening. Regardless, I think everyone enjoyed the stylings of Eddie Wakes, whose singing reminded me of Nat King Cole and Johnny Mathis. Prior to turning in, I paid a few Loungers a good night and slept the twilight hours away.

Saturday, May 15th:
I had gotten word from Lady Day the night before that our morning tour of the ship was not to be (ah well, maybe next year). That afforded an opportunity to sleep in. After getting up and ready (Trashy Diva Ashley dress), I made my way to a lounge area near the front desk, where John in Covina was hosting a presentation (taped by James) on fountain pens. I sat down with the group (Lady Day, Rickardo, Lady Day, James Powers and swinggal), and learned about the variety of fountain pens that were created back in the day. I wasn't sure one could learn that much about pens, but I was proven wrong. Sadly, many designs didn't work well and many a maker ended up replacing pens the public bought that had problems. John showed us several types that were made in the 30's and 40's, and also explained how to care for them should we happen to buy one and restore it to usefulness. At the end of the presentation/taping, John passed out a few newer model fountain pens to those who didn't own one, and those of us matching specific letters (to our first or last name) got letterhead paper, which was very nice.

From the pen presentation, we made our way out in groups to a grassy area at the front of the ship for a picnic. I brought a box of cookies from the Polly Ann Bakery, shivering my way over to John and another Lounger who I hadn't met yet (Hailey greenhat). It was a little cooler than expected (mid 60's) and slightly breezey. As more folks joined us, we made our way over to a sunny spot near a tree to set out the picnic blankets and lunch. We dined on sandwiches, meats, cheeses, fruit, crackers, cookies and a variety of drinks. Lady Day brought a spiked lemonade that was outta sight (we cleared two bottles..heehee).

A little ways in to lunch the Powers family joined in with tea sandwiches, and non-Loungers (but acquaintences of Matt) Sara, Sara's mom and Amy joined us. Sara pulled out her camera, elaborating that she was doing a project for a college class that involved photographing people in their vintage and vintage-repro wear. She took pictures of each of us, shivering under the tree near our (now fairly shaded) picnic spot, and then we (ladies) all took to the sun to warm up.

During the picnic, word of "The Pile" at La Bomba had garnered the interest of all the ladies, so we planned on meeting up at the registration area of the hotel to set out on a buying spree. On my way back to the ship I ran into Matt again (with borrowed car - sadly he missed the picnic), along with another Lounger (egads, I forget who) and ended up missing out on shopping. But I made my way to another presentation (Widebrim and James), who showcased the overwhelming variety of styles that encompassed vintage neckties. After a quick change of clothes, it was off to the Observation Bar (outside) for a primer in cigars. I received a whole booklet of information from James, which was pretty fascinating. It got a little chilly again, and fortune paid me a phone call at that moment from Lady Powers. She gave me a heads up that Lady Day's presentation on vintage sewing and buttons was in full swing. I got there and sat aside a large stash of vintage patterns and old buttons, with Lady Day noting which decades they were from, how names had changed with pattern makers (and how to connect that to a specific decade), and lots of great information one could use to 1) find a pattern for a specific era they want to aim for and 2) find the right buttons for said outfit, if needed. I think after seeing Lady Day's clothing, along with Hailey's I may have to give this vintage sewing a try (I've done the modern kind, but these designs are cooler).

After the ladies presentation I decided to have a nap, only I conked out and my alarm didn't go off as planned. Lady Powers woke me up knocking on my cabin door, frantically noting she dropped something under my bed during her last visit. Thank goodness she came to find what she lost (a favorite shade of lipstick), otherwise I would have snoozed the night away. We ended up at the Promenade Cafe for dinner, me a little groggy but otherwise happy to see everyone. There was a much larger group than expected (at least 25, as opposed to 12.5 the night before), and we hadn't enough room for everyone. Five of us ladies (Idledame, friend Shelly and her mom, myself and Hailey) waited a bit for the waitstaff to add an extra table on the end to fit us in. The food was good, albeit late (not the waiter's fault - he had his hands full with us), and the company was entertaining. One of the Powers boys was plum tuckered out at the table and missed his dinner, eliciting "aww's" from us while his head bobbed back and forth during the meal.

Note: At this point I decided to cave in and have a go for a few of Lady Powers' vintage watches, as all of my timepieces are modern. I ended up trading a 40's sailor-inspired dress for four of them. We'll see which watch I fix first.

Saturday evening's musical performance post-dinner was top notch. The Jonathan Stout Trio performed, and many guys (who all knew Matt, I think) took the opportunity to hit ladies up for dancing during the evening. Some gals (not versed in swing dancing) were invited onto the floor by patient leads, which was very sweet. One gal not in our group was a fantastic dancer and had many requests for the next spin (yes, I claim jealousy). Swinggal also took to the floor several times, wowing onlookers with her dance skills. Matt pulled me out once, and while I wasn't at my best (almost hit his nose in a spin :( ), I was glad to have broken the ice and danced a swing-esque dance in public (I added the -esque because I found Matt likes to ad-lib, which is ok).

As the evening wore on I spoke with the Loungers seated around me - The Professor, Idledame, Hailey greenhat, along with Shelly and her mom. The Professor, Idledame and I ended up staying right til 2am close time (past that too tired, middle of the night hump) and when I turned around I noticed Matt with a guy friend and Jonathan Stout around a table (sans swinggal, who turned in earlier). I bid my table companions goodnight and made my way over to the gents. Jonathan headed out before I could say "hello" (and gush at how great his group was). Matt introduced his non-Lounger friend Nathan, and at that point I realized they were a bit happy from their drinks. I requested that we take a stroll around the Promenade and they agreed to it, Matt giving me the last sip of his drink (a nice little buzz - was it gin?). We meandered for a few hours (my intent to help them clear their heads before travel or bed), and I giggled while they conversed with other ship guests about obtuse topics and pinballed their way around the outside of the Promenade. We ended up in areas not explored by the average guest (didn't break anything though, I promise), and I took a few pictures of the shenanigans. Matt proclaimed rather romantically that he'd climb up and stop a radar for me (it was large and propellar shaped and rather high up), though I think he was more inclined to do it because it was making both of them dizzy just looking at it. Stopping him from his manly deed, I ushered them away from precariousness and eventually back into the boat. What an adventure that was; dangerous, hilarious, romantic. Next year, I say we aim for the supposed ghost ridden areas.

Sunday, May 16th:
On Sunday I did check out of the Queen Mary rather early, opting to hang with my local extended family until time rolled around to go to the Cicada Club. The evening before, I'd gotten Idledame's information in case I wanted a ride from her to and from the venue, and since she was so close to my family in RPV, I took her up on the offer. Heading out with her, she proclaimed her excitement for the following week, noting she would be heading out on Wednesday (the 19th) for a 26 day tour of 10 countries in Europe. I wondered if she had a suitcase that I could fit into. Hope she has a wonderful time. :)

We pulled up to the Club, where the valet whisked Idledame's car away and we sauntered in to have a gander at the club and this evening's patrons. This was my first time there, but after having been to several venues that were reproduced to give a 1930's vibe, I felt right at home. (Keep in mind though, that this is the real deal.) We sat on the second floor, having ample space to take pictures of the band and dance floor and keep an eye out for others in the group. I was introduced to a great many people whose names I do not recall (but will if I see them again), ran into some I'd met on the Queen Mary, and met another Lounger by the name of Tony in Tarzana, who sat alongside me a while and enjoyed the crowd of dancers below.

Note: I noticed the variety of dances folks took on with and without partners on the first/main level dance floor. Caught the Balboa (aka Bal), Charleston and a bit of the Lindy Hop, along with one gal who decided to hula at a corner nearest to the band.

The Club is a dance venue, a bit of a supper club and bar as well. We didn't go there to eat, but did make our way over to the second floor bar for a cocktail. Idledame paid for a round of drinks, and I was introduced to happiness in a glass they call an "Old Fashioned". Twas so good, I went back for seconds. I think having a drink or two put me in the right mood for dancing, and what timing, at that moment Matt decided to escort me down to the first level dance floor for a spin. This time around, I was less nervous and enjoyed it very, very much. I ran into him again at the second level dance floor where he took up a dance with a lady friend, covering nearly every inch of that floor. I swear he must've ad-libbed that dance as he was very wild and inventive - it was a fun sight to see. My camera couldn't keep up though, as he's a mere swirl in the pictures I took.

After Matt and his dance, I made way over to the Loungers for more chit chat. Alas, time was nearly up and the Club nearing its close, so folks had time for just a few more dances. I headed down to the first level with Idledame and took pictures of swinggal and Matt during a few songs. Then I got pulled over for one last dance with Matt, and we were set for the evening. Made a few hopeful promises on the way out for next year (or this), and Idledame and I parted ways with the group.

Extra: I did run into a gal (who I didn't snap a pic of, darnit) in a black Victorian gown on the way out who works for Heritage Square in the Los Angeles area. I told her about Denver's Heritage Square (a bit different), and she filled me in on her venue, and why she ended up here in her frocks from an earlier era. If anyone gets the chance to head to Denver's venue, I recommend a daytime run down their alpine slide, and an early evening dinner and show at their Music Hall (they do a lot of vaudeville and unusual versions of The Classics).

If there are folks interested in attending next year's Fedora Lounge event (or Club Obi-Wan, if Indiana Jones floats your boat), I would highly recommend doing so. The ship/hotel is wonderful, with so many places to explore and venues to hang out at, the destinations for side events are so much fun, and the people you meet in the group are happy to meet you, and are very informative on what they've found out about everything vintage (and other stuff too). I will definitely be back next year, with more dancing under my belt, ideas for other places to visit, and high expectations (which, I have no doubt, will be exceeded).

Pictures: Yes, I have several pages of pictures on Photobucket (some originally from Facebook). Feel free to have a look (they are in order), and if you'd like to use any please be sure to give proper credit. Thanks!

http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h158/trinsghost/Queen%20Mary%20-%20Fedora%20Lounge%20May%202010/?start=0

Info on the Queen Mary Hotel is here.

New Year, New Hopes

2010-02-04T18:29:00.006-05:00

It's been a at least few months since my last relevant post. I participated in a few reenactments since then (Drake's Raid, anniversary of Ponce de Leon, and Talk Like a Pirate Day), and they were a lot of fun. Drake's and Ponce de Leon both took place in St Augustine at the Fountain of Youth Park, and in terms of weather were on opposite sides of the spectrum (Drake's being very rainy, and de Leon being nearly perfect). The two reenactments had me dressed in young man's kit by day (with pike), and lady's kit by night. Talk Like a Pirate Day took place at the Orlando Science Center, and we entertained kiddies and adults with a variety of activities and learning opportunities (canon fire off the roof = fun!). I continued learning about local history (St Augustine) and had a great time hanging out with the reenactment scene. I wouldn't mind venturing in to various groups to participate in gigs, but life has had a funny way of pulling me towards other activities. I seem to be venturing forward in time, and am shifting one of my hobbies towards WWII era (I brought this up before, I am certain, but now it's a go).

I knocked a few of my long term goals off my list over the past six months. I didn't have my sights set on buying my first home, but an opportunity popped up that I couldn't pass up. Everything worked out within a matter of weeks, and I moved into a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom condo in the late summer. It comes with a lot of what I'd call European touches (colors, wallpapering, architecture). And it has a few walls in my favorite color - blue. It also has around 20-something grand in upgrades that I didn't have to pay extra for (ha!). So now I'm a homeowner, which beats the heck out of sinking money into the pits they dare to call apartments out here. And I'm in a safe, rather strikingly beautiful neighborhood. I just need to get out more often and walk around. :)

And just a few days ago, I made yet another big change. One that had me teetering between excitement and guilt. I traded in my '02 PT Cruiser (I adored it, but did not feel safe as of late), and I bought a '10 Nissan Cube. A few years ago box shaped cars hit the market; from Scion to Honda, and I scoffed at them along with so many other folks. They didn't seem pleasing to the eye (Kleenex box on wheels, anyone?), yet they ended up selling like hotcakes, especially with the college crowd. They grew on me over time, and when Nissan decided to take their popular Japanese model (the Cube) and introduce it to the American market, I was hooked. It's lines are a bit rounder and less boxy compared to other models. Now I have one and it rides like a dream (it purrs!). It has so many interesting and unusual features I'm sure it will be an instant conversation starter (can one say, mood lighting?).

Tying to learning, I hope I can continue to learn and enjoy the history of the Adventurers Club, especially with ConGaloosh 2010 on the horizon. I'm sure the next event will have everyone taking in new and interesting stories about how the AC (and Pleasure Island) came to be. A few things I'd like to pick up either at ConGaloosh or for it would be more of an understanding of interactive theatre, along with learning how to sing and dance. All are a big undertaking for me, considering how shy I used to be, but I believe that if you put yourself out there with folks who support your desire to learn and do well, you can overcome your fears and do anything.

Happy New Year

2010-01-15T16:11:00.004-05:00

I think it's been a while since I've posted here. That or the slightly updated area behind the scenes failed to publish a recent post. Stay tuned, as I've many a thought and a few pictures to bring to light that cover the past few months. - TTFN

For King and Country, a Pike (Wo)man's Tale

2009-03-24T21:27:00.022-04:00

This time around, I have not one but THREE adventures to cover, as I had a few things happen after the most recent reenactment that delayed my blog by a week or two. The other two, more recent events are briefly noted at the bottom, along with pictures and/or video (uploaded over the next day or three).

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For King and Country

After attending my third reenactment the weekend of March 5th through the 8th, a few things came to mind:

- The Searle's Buccaneers (and Men of Menendez) are a great, experienced group(s) of people.

- I need to head to St Augustine and other historic towns a little more often.

- Reliving history isn't as dark, nor as rosy as one think it would be.

Now, a little more detail:

Thursday - I ventured first to a home 30 minutes south of my destination to pick up a few tin lanterns that were wonderfully restored by fellow pub member SutlerJon (they look great btw - thanks!). After that, I arrived mid-afternoon at the encampment (after a little misdirection from my GPS), and parked my car just inside the grounds of the De Mesa-Sanchez yard. This area is a modest-sized open space just across the street from the Castillo de San Marcos. With large patches of grass and trees dotting the grounds, this provided us a cozy, slightly shaded location for camping out. Surrounding the yard are parts of the Colonial Spanish Quarter (blacksmith, Taberna del Gallo, employee hideout, museum), as well as the famous St George Street (and adjacent) shops, restaurants, bars and pubs.

Since I had never seen a reenactment before from the beginning, I walked around the grounds to see who had already arrived and how much had been set up so far. The first folks I came upon were Conrad (of the Pirate Haus) and Captain William. Sergeant Jeff had the period music blasting from his van again, and was working alongside Willie Wobble on his "officers tent and fly". Lid and Doug also showed up, and we spent the next few hours getting set up, and five of us got into our kit. (Note: I learned from the Jacksonville event that kit clothes keep you warmer at night than mundane wear. Never again will I forget that...lol). After getting our individual areas up, alot of pots, pans, kitchen and dining related knick knacks were unloaded from a few trailers and set next to a water hookup (not working at the time). Seating arrangements of tables, chairs and benches were assembled and strewn across open areas and near the (soon to be made) fire pit.

Afternoon Zoinks: I was about to pull everything out of my car when it was suggested I move closer to my designated spot to unpack. Good idea! I asked Jeff to back my car up for me, as there were a few obstacles I didn't want to risk hitting. Unfortunately when he got into my car and turned it on, it lurched forward, right over the edge of a drop off that was, oh...at least a foot down. Fifteen minutes later and with the help of several men, we managed to get my car back up using MacGuyver-ish techniques to help her roll back without damaging the low riding undercarriage. Thankfully she's doing fine and so are my nerves (lol).

I hung out that evening for dinner at the officer's tent fly where we shared snackage consisting of crackers, cheese, cream cheese 'n mrs wobble's jelly, and smeat with the guys, along with a little drink and merriment. Lid dug a pit and within a few minutes had a crackling fire started by the future kitchen area. After talking for a little while with Lid at said fire, a loud CLANG echoed from back at the officer's tent. Poor Jeff had reached his limit in waking hours. He tried wrestling his cot open (and out of the tent...?!?) half-concious, promptly passing out onto the officer's tables. Bowls, plates and an assortment of other items flew left and right, as did a startled Doug, William and Willie. Jeff got a painful smack to the chest by one of the tables when he went down, but thankfully wasn't seriously injured. Those at the tent scooped him up, got him and his cot back inside, and put him to bed (borrowing Conrad's sleeping bag - he missed out on that moment).

After getting the Sergeant to a safe slumber, the rest of us (still sans Conrad) decided to head out onto St George's Street to check out the night life. Surprisingly the street was fairly dead, save for a few pubs and bars that were still open. We first paid a visit to the Mill Top Tavern, a two level building with a restaurant and bar on top and a store at ground level. William and Doug slowed down to talk to a few fellow bar hoppers and gained an earful of dirty jokes before taking the stairs up to meet the rest of us. A few pitchers of beer later, and a game of "Mexican thumb wars" broke out. It was Lid (with a rather fashionable walking cane) versus Doug, with gulps of whiskey being downed first (via pewter cups tied together by a long string), followed by chugging of a beer while trying to outmaneuver one another. Doug won, which incited William to announce that sometimes "age and experience wins over youth and vigor", or something to the effect. I dunno...might just be who has the longer, more limber thumb. Before leaving, a toast was offered to a woman I hope to meet (a fellow Searle's Bucc I believe, recovering from an illness), and we made our way down and out to the next spot, which was a biker bar. And my first one, at that. :)

At the biker bar, we were allowed in by someone who knew someone in our group, and wove our way through the crowd to an open spot near a small dance floor in the corner (sorry, no pics, though I wish I had). Peering over the crowd, I didn't see anyone who looked intimidating enough to grin at, so I leaned back to soak in the music and enjoy company of fellow crewmates. More libations were had fairly swiftly, as we had to get back to camp soon to meet Conrad who was returning with his 2 doggies. Before leaving, a few of the gents were pulled up to boogie down with female patrons. Doug and William each honored me with a spin on the dance floor, too. The fellas are right Doug...you sure can dance! (Erm...you too William..*grins*).

We arrived back at the encampment where we were met by Conrad and his two pooches (labs, I believe). They were on retractable leashes that kept entangling everyone, and were very skittish when bikers whizzed by, revving their motorcycles down A1A. A few of us sat by the fire, warming ourselves a bit and talking about the evening's events (especially poor Jeff) before we split off for other discussions or retired to bed.

Friday: I woke up at around 5 or so and decided to tend to the fire. I caught my first St Augustine sunrise, and it was beautiful, especially with the glow peeking over the Castillo across the street. I headed back to bed for a few hours more, and awoke to the sound of arriving campers working on their tents. Diosa and Hurricane made it in, along with a few fellow Pirates of the Coast. Mickey and Kate Souris, along with Callenish Gunner, Salty Pots and baby Hamish also arrived from Ohio and Pennsylvania.

The kitchen tent was set up rather quickly that morning. The head cook, Melissa arrived and set out to acquire the assistance of many a lady to stock her pantries and get food out to be eaten, starting with breakfast (fruit, veggies, apple pottage, bread). At around that time I decided to switch over my kit to that of a man's (venetian breeches, man's shirt, jerkin, monmouth cap and ropas). Once I was spotted amongst the group I was promptly coveted as the "cabin boy" by several of the crewman. I didn't mind, as it gave the rest of the crew and non-kitted visitors a good chuckle. A few of us also made rounds out to St George's Street to pick up a few things (cash, swedish fish), and also headed to lunch at a local eatery where we had Spanish fare that was very good. After lunch I took a little time to ask questions about flintlocks and doglocks. It was my silly attempt at gaining an understanding of period firearms, and after a discussion or two with Mickey and a few others, I was glad I asked.

The day concluded with a dinner of shish-ka-bob'd meats and/or veggies (cooked ourselves), followed by a late evening at the Taberna. The Taberna (tavern) de Gallo is a period pub that's a bit older than the timeframe Searles represents at the event, but it made for an ideal destination to have an drink, play period games with fellow revelers and sing songs by candle light. Even the barkeeps were wearing proper kit, which was nice. A little after the Taberna closed and I'd hung around a bit with William and NC attendees Andy and Maggie, I made my way to bed, seeking out comfort for an achy back. That's exactly what I found, as I had many layers of softness beneath me, plenty of blankets and my PiP sleeping bag (my new mummy bag - used in Jacksonville - sucked).

Saturday: Yet another great breakfast was had, and after that I went to one of the encampment's sutlers (Jon) who had a tent filled with clothes, period accoutrements and even plastic toy cockroaches (?!?). I picked up a few things, including a waistcoat that went better with my breeches and a new men's shirt. Since I now had slightly more authentic kit on, I ventured through camp, checking out the variety of activities as visitors wandered in from St George's and beyond. There were cannon demonstrations (across the street), and on our side of the road, stunt sword fighting took up a corner of the yard, with swords clanging away and the inevitable "oof" heard as men fought in groups of two. People walked throughout the area asking a lot of questions about clothes, the kitchen, the Raid, and everything else one could think up. I was stopped a few times and managed to answer everything correctly (event specifics mostly). I was also asked if folks could take pictures of my tent since I had the flaps open. Apparently I'd done something right this time, even though most of the decore was the same as it had been in Jacksonville, except for a few small additions.

During the day (before and after lunch), I jumped into two series of pike drills to gain an understanding of what the pikemen would take on during the raid. We averaged 8 to 10 men each time (including one gal - me), and split up into rows of three or four. The more experienced folks in the group stuck to the left of each row, and we were ordered to follow them should we not catch what Captain William or Bosun Doug were barking at us. Initially, that made us only slow down as we looked over at our row leaders, but once everyone got the hang of marching in step, turning and moving together, we looked like a synchronous unit.

The first of the pike drills took place at the encampment at a space cleared of visitors and campers, and wasn't a difficult drill; merely a series of maneuvers to get us familiar with carrying and moving with a pike (a spearhead on a long pole) and marching. The second set of pike drills were more interesting, as they took place on the grounds outside of the Castillo, which by the afternoon was teaming with onlookers. We marched up and down hills, turned left and right, and eventually did a "pike push". This involved packing tightly together two by two and having two groups eventually ram and push into one another. It all was done as safely as possible, with the (now hoarse) William and Doug watching over us. But of course, my helmet had to go flying off. Then the monmouth cap went flying as I was pressing hard against the other group, nearly tipping myself sideways toward a hill. The skirmish was then halted to ensure I was alright (and I was...just those darned hats fell and my attention wavered). We resorted to a few more formations while our men with firearms engaged in firing over the water. Sergeant Davis also joined us, surveying both groups with a shrewd eye to ensure we were "up to snuff". Then we headed back to camp, breaking our march as we moseyed south down St George Street.

Yeouch: During the drills at the Castillo, crewmate Tomm walked behind us, flogging our backs and forcing us back into formation with a leftover rope contraption given to him by Willie Wobble. It looked like a cat-o-nine-tails. Didn't hurt...much.

Those of us engaging in the raid had to head out around 4:30 while dinner preparations continued. The English headed south on St George towards a side street, and the Spanish made way to a partial Fort structure north of the St George businesses and eateries (near a well camouflaged parking garage). Once it was time to move, the pikemen made their way further south to a park where we marched around the perimeter (encountering smoke bombs for atmosphere...*coughs*). Sergeant Johnson's son Alex volunteered to call orders for William at times when his voice could not carry, and as we made way north on St George Street, I took notice of how many people were watching the Raid. Literally hundreds of people lined the street and sidewalks and watched excitedly, taking pictures or video. And several of the crew ensured visitors kept a safe distance from us while we marched along. We ended up at a grassy area across from the partial Fort (where the Spanish were held up), and we (the English) resorted to firing guns and cannons (and vice versa), engaging in sword fights, and flanking the audience with pikemen. We stood there glaring menacingly at them (or squinting at the sunset). The English lost a few men (Doug's son William, and Conrad), and when I mentioned our loss Tomm made his rounds and whipped me for speaking out of turn. I explained why I spoke up, and he looked over solemnly to the dead, only saying "Oh."

Chants: As we made our way up St George Street, we shouted "For the King...For Captain Searles...For the Prize.." several times over.

A few more maneuvers followed, and we were then ordered to engage the Spanish at the fort wall with our swords and pikes. They were on the other side (bloody cowards) and we had every intention of getting men over, but only managed to attack with weapons at the wall for a minute or two. Following that the English backed up and allowed the Spanish Captain (Brian) to engage Sergeant Davis (as Captain Searle) in a surrender.

Note: As the raid took place, leaflets were handed out to the crowds to provide explanation on the event. I thought this was a great idea, as it gives visitors a chance to learn more about the town and its history. The raid itself was surely not the grand spectacle presented to folks that day. Alas, reality held fear, injury, death and destruction, but bringing this bit of history to the public (slightly sweetened) does do something for interest in the raid and the locations affected, as it and those involved will be remembered. For more information on Searles Raid, visit http://www.searlesbuccaneers.org .

After the English won (huzzah!), everyone headed back to camp to settle in for the evening and prepare for dinner. I switched my kit back over to that of a lady, got a plate of food and sat down with Mickey and Kate to eat and chat. They offered me what turned out to be a yummy drink (hard pomagranate lemonade), and from there the camp wound down, settling into a few groups that sang songs (including Loch Lomond, and All For Me Grog), toasted marshmellows, and told stories and jokes. Towards the end of the evening, a few of us ended up at the wall by A1A, and we watched police in action going after somebody either at the Castillo across from us, or the restaurant/bar to the right of us, or both. Also, the highlight of the night was that Mickey got his hair prettied up by a few of the ladies at camp, but I think that's a story for him to tell. :)

I slept well again, and awoke to the wonderful smell of Willie's breakfast burritos cooking at the fire. After breakfast, I began keeping in touch with my dad via shellphone, as he was heading up from my place in Orlando. He was in on business, and wanted to venture up and see me at a reenactment, even if it was just at the tail end of it. I met up with him and introduced him to the crew, and he helped me take down my tent and pack everything up. From there, I changed into mundane wear, we headed to Scarlett O'Hara's for lunch, and then I headed back. After many a hug and a "see yah real soon", I headed out. I reflected a bit on my way home, recalling that I met a great many more folks from the crew (even family in some cases), hung out with a few PiPsters again, enjoyed several nights of "jollification", and learned a bit about what is involved in a battle. I really wish the weekend never ended, as it was one of the best historical events I've been to so far.

Pay no attention to dates on the pictures, as my new camera was a bit wonky with getting that set up.

Pics: via Photobucket

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T Minus 10, 9, 8...

I had an event the week after Searles that took up a few days, but it was a little more lax in terms of schedule and clothing (bikini, anyone?). My dad was in town to convene with teammates on an upcoming rocket launch at the Cape. They (and I) received permission to attend a VIP viewing, and ended up at the Radisson Inn Oceanfront at Melborne. The view was spectacular as it was right up against the beach. Made it hard to work the first day I was there, but I soldiered through and then rewarded myself with a little body surfing, lounging on the beach and relaxing in the jacuzzi. I'll skip over to Sunday, as our launch kept getting pushed forward due to the shuttle Discovery's launch getting moved. To clarify, if weather isn't on par, a launch is either moved or scrubbed. If it is moved, any other launch scheduled after it must be done at least 48 hours after it to allow all launch related sites time to reset their systems.

So, we ended up seeing the shuttle launch (STS-119) from the Kennedy Space Center on Sunday, and it was an amazing sight. The ride home however, lacked a little something. I think I'd call it...speed. Took us 4.5 hours to get back to my place. Oh no, I'm not doing that again. I'll stick to camping out or heading to a hotel on the beach.

Sadly, my dad and a few of his coworkers (who paid to stay a day later) still didn't get to see their rocket launch on St Patrick's Day. They checked the launch hotline, which noted everything was a go, but when they were hanging on the bus, waiting to go the driver turned around with a rather grim expression, not eager to pass on the bad news. And the hotline still said go at that point!

On the bright side, I'm glad we saw a launch. It wasn't on my bucket list, but it's one of those things not many people get to see.

Pics: Space Coast Pics

Video: Not uploaded...yet.

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Making It Up as I Go

I made it to my first day at an archeology dig this past weekend (the 21st), and while it was fun, I could barely lift my arms for two days! In the interest of keeping the site under wraps, I'll only say it's an hour or so north of my home. Being the geek that I am, I played the Raiders of the Lost Ark soundtrack during the drive, eventually running out of music ten minutes before I found my destination. I met with the dig lead (Willet), filled out volunteer paperwork, and then proceeded to follow him in his truck down a VERY bumpy road to the site. (Note: I've since found an alternate route with paved roads). We made it to the main site (one of five in the area), where we found two other volunteers - Lotti and cousin Justin - waiting for us. Willet's truck unfortunately suffered a flat from the drive over, so he spent a little time getting that fixed with the aide of his parents, who live nearby. The rest of us aimed for a plotted area where sod dirt was dug out in precise layers (3 total, it seemed), and then tossed onto a sifter (see pics) attached to a very tall tripod. We each took turns shaking the heck out of the sifter, letting the dirt fall into a pile below, and then examined the remnants. That day we ound arrowheads, Spanish and Native American pottery, along with lithic pieces that probably broke off from knives and other implements. Willet and Lotti regaled me with tales of finding larger (nearly complete) bits of pottery, along with a few translucent glass beads. They have a bit of a competition going to see who finds the next one. I'd say their biggest find was probably their first for the area, that being a post marking one edge of the 17th century Spanish mission they're hoping to plot out with continued excavation.

After working the site for a few hours, Lotti, Justin and I ventured out for lunch to the Dam Diner (built next to a dam...hence the name...heh). I had breakfast that included a pancake the size of Texas, and by the time we got back we were all fairly eager to nap in lieu of dig. But, the shovels and sifters called out to us, tempting us with the possibility of more finds, so we got back to work. An hour or so later we completed the first layer of a new rectangular plotted area, and Willet proceeded to take down size and depth measurements to go with the bag of finds we had for the day. From there, he called it a day for the team and headed to his lab to do more analysis and write ups, while the rest of us said our goodbyes, and noted we'd see each other in a few weeks, if not sooner.

Pics: Not uploaded...yet.

Kicking it "Old School"

2009-02-11T15:58:00.039-05:00

Been getting emails from friends and coworkers lately, asking me how Mr Wonderful is (did I give him that name?), or 2-fer-1 couples deals that are so cool they're nearly impossible to pass up (tours, scuba diving, etc). Oof, argh...Valentines Day is approaching, that's why I'm getting all the caring, sappy emails. Ah, I think I'll ignore it this year. Besides, if you're in love (or not), any day could be Valentines or a day of giving to others to show your appreciation for them.

Anywho...aside from that awkwardness, onto a recap of another reenactment.

Friday: I attended "The School of the 16th Century" at Fort Caroline in Jacksonville this past weekend. Hosted by the Men of Menendez (most are also with the Searles Buccaneers), it took place for the public on Saturday and part of Sunday, and was meant to show them a glimpse of Floridian life in the late 1500's. Friday was our set up day, and I managed to be the fourth or fifth person at the park (Timucuan Preserve). We left our cars in the park the majority of the first day so we could haul tents, goods and such out and not have to carry it all a great distance, as the main parking areas were up a hill a half mile or so.

** The Timucuan Preserve is a northern section of the Fort Caroline National Memorial park. The section we were in was part forest and open park. The forest surrounded a visitors center and wound down a hill to a grass covered, tree strewn park that nestled up against the St Johns River and a small beach, as well as a redux of the original Fort. A few hiking trails cut across the area, and one lead out to a dock that stretched fifty yards or so into the river, providing a death defying view of ships as they passed by (and by that, I mean wobbly).

I met up with willie wobble first (from Pirates in Paradise, aka PiP) who introduced me to crewmates Jeff, Brian, Lynn and Lid. We took turns pulling items out of one of the trailers (pikes, flags, tent poles) and putting them off to the side, and had Jeff's van playing melodious tunes in the background. Then, finally I got to help them put up a few tents (canvas types are new to me). I learned how to properly set one up and not have it fall on you in the middle of the process. The key is to keep the uprights "upright" until the majority of the stakes are driven into the ground. We got to my tent and it posed a bit of a challenge. Hmm...how to piece two portions of 2x4's together (from separate lengths) to form a solid ridge pole for the top. We came up with a plan, and used four long, flat metal brackets I bought to connect the pieces. After that, up went my six foot high a-frame tent, and in followed the floor (tarp and sodcloth) and the few accoutrements I had to add inside next to my cot. I was picked on just a little (in good humor) for not having more, but then again gents, I AM just getting started on this. Some of y'all have been doing this for decades and have the neatest swag. :)

I met more of the crew as the day wore on (a couple of PiPsters again too); Helena, the cook for the evening with her teenage son Mark, a couple who brought a really cool teepee and tent fly whose names I cannot recall (darned memory), William and gf, Doug and son William, Jeff's wife Melissa (the head cook), and many others. Melissa, myself and a few ladies unloaded mounds of groceries for meals and organized them for her table setup and tent pantry before we stepped aside for Helena and her dinner preparations. Our meal that evening consisted of cabbage and sliced sausage, chickpeas and rice, with bread and butter on the side. There was a pastry dessert too, but I passed on that.

To keep me warm, I took every offer of sips of whiskey and rum, cups of "apple pie" or beers that I could get, and spent time at each of the two campfires that were tentside. When it got late and I could no longer converse nor listen coherently (3am or so), I decided to retire for the night. One of the gents kindly offered to warm up my tent with a portable heater. That felt great for about five minutes. Then the warmth disappeared and bone chilling cold took over. I learned one lesson well - get into my reenactment clothes right away to prevent turning into a human popsicle. I was still in jeans and a t-shirt and even had a jacket, socks, shoes, gloves and a hat on and that did nothing for me in the near freezing temperatures. I ended up out of the cot and sleeping bag an hour later, teeth chattering away. I made way from the kitchen bonfire (to note my future whereabouts) up the hill in the dead of night to my car to thaw out and get a few z's.

Note: It was so cold we had icicles! Ok, I kid...we had frost, but no icicles. Just a lantern with really cool wax-cicles that a few of us enibriated goobers took pictures of that night.

Saturday: I was awake four hours later with car "pillow face" (thanks for pointing that out willie). Now I was clad in my kit (two skirts, bloomers, a long chemise, a pair of pockets tied around my waist, a bodice, two pairs of socks, a kerchief, apron and comfy ropas).

I headed over to the kitchen as I had offered my assistance to Melissa who was cooking lunch (I forget what breakfast was), and met up with several other ladies. Melissa made use of us right away as sous chefs, doling the chopping and mixing and cooking duties out left and right. I sliced up and cooked butternut squash over the fire, and also mixed up and ground a few spices to include in the the main dish. I forget what we actually had (it's on the tip of my tongue), and can only remember we had to say "----- magic" every time we added something to it, the dashes being the actual name of the dish. I ended up skipping dinner, except for a few bites of steak and asparagus. Despite lunch being delicious, something didn't agree with me, and I had to seek rest after that.

Aside from the meals that day, alot of activities took place across the encampment that drew in many a spectator and participant. Kit clad or not, folks were welcome to learn about an Indian (Timucuan) setup at the front of the park. They could also peruse the main camp and ask questions about the food and items that were set out. A sewing and embroidery class took place, and folks also could try their hand at firing off a crossbow after receiving proper instruction. Some of the clad attendees and campers joined in on a pike drill and march out of Fort Caroline, and some learned about the proper use of firing weapons (matchlocks I believe, and canons) and they later watched or tried them out at the coastline. Some of the echoing canon fire induced a bellow of a whistle blow from a passing carrier ship. A few of those firings and the return "hello" woke me up my nap, kicking my behind out of bed for Saturday evening.

Prior to dinner the public visitors cleared out, giving me a moment to enjoy a little book reading while everyone else ate (I was a naughty woman, educating myself). After I had grabbed a few bites to tide me over, I joined a few folks at a campfire where we talked, passed around drinks and stories. A couple of the kids joined us too (three boys - seeking out sugar, and Gretchen, our lone teenage gal). They got a few of their elders jonesing for white chocolate and swedish fish. I had grabbed a few extra jackets from my car that morning just in case the evening would get chilly again. Had my "Steven Segal" fluffy jacket on that kept me pretty warm. Warm enough that at some point, I took it off and carried it to another fire with Lid accompanying me.

We ended up at a beach bonfire with a few crewmates and a visiting couple (Mandy and her bf, who were very funny). A few of the gals tried my mixed drink (Rum Runners - not an uber "fruity" mix), and I guess getting to the "bottom of barrel" wasn't such a good idea as it didn't taste as good. While they drank and grimaced, Lid, Mandy, Mandy's bf, willie and I cracked each other up with random conversation. There were recollections of online viral animation (Badger, Badger, Badger), singing very odd songs and scratching our heads over astrology readings from Lid who used sand, a stick and bits of trash to tell us...something very strange. Dunno how that turned out. I just want to know how we went from willie (in the sand interpretation) climbing up a mountain to find his sole (erm...soul?) to pastafarianism (flying spaghetti monster...with boobies). Not exactly the stuff of polite 16th century conversation, but who cares. It was fun!

Lid and I headed back to camp and sat down at one of the fires, and we continued our discussion with others about the pressing need for white chocolate and swedish fish, along with more beer, although we were still well stocked. We did end up with candy (long story short - the kids got candy, and so did we). Willie made it back before us (Where's Lid's beer...Willie?!) and proceeded to turn on his SUV and play techno music, much to the shagrin of others. After a boogying down for a moment, he gave in and changed to more period accurate music, and we started singing songs and goofing off. William arrived sans gf (one of many who turned in semi-early), and he proceeded to point out that Lid was yet another crewmate who was "let out of the hospital for this occasion". "Just like Doug?" I asked, recalling he planted the same story on poor Douglas back at PiP. Apparently so.

From then on, it was a bit more singing of old tunes and new (including Baby Got Back), a mentioning of naked dancing around a bonfire (nuh uh...not til Searles), cajoling one crewmate into belly dancing wearing only my coin covered scarf (alas, he did not submit) and then I headed to bed. Willie and Lid followed me in, as they wanted to warm up my tent with their heaters. After a few minutes of talking and laughing in Chez Sophia's, I think a few others got curious as to what we were doing. They scratched on the tent walls and poked their head in while spouting silly comments. "Hey, the more the merrier," I said. A few more joined in for a minute or two, and then kindly piled out and bid me pleasant dreams.

** And the tent stayed warm! Thanks to an extra wool blanket from willie, heat brought to me by a group of strapping men and my period accurate clothes, I slept pretty darned well.

Sunday: Our last day at camp was a bit of a muddle, as noone could tell me exactly when the event was over with (and when we would begin packing up). I woke up around 8am and met up with our resident crossbow Mistress (name?), Helena, Craig and Lynn for a little coffee and chat around the kitchen fire. We talked about where some of the us came from (ancestors and their history) and our drinking mugs. I mentioned looking forward to Searles and dressing up as a man for part of it, to which I got a few frowns and "no's". I asked why, and a few of them said that I'm too pretty to pass as a man. (insert twilight zone theme here) But, they noted if I could pull it off (and they mentioned a few other beauties that have), more power to me (damn skippy!).

** Thanks to tips from other reenactors, I think I'll have the "guy look" and mannerisms set for March.

Willie woke up and stumbled over to us, bleary eyed and searching for caffeine. He got the last bit of Lynn's concoction (a french/jamaican blend...it was yummy), made a new pot at the fire and then began working on breakfast. Potatoes, onions, peppers, bacon and sausage were chopped up and tossed into a sizzling pan before us. The results were spicy breakfast burritos (I had one sans tortilla), and that got us energized for the morning.

Some folks began taking down their tents, while others talked to the public as a few trickled in. It seemed that that was it, so I headed into my tent, changed into mundane clothes and walked around the camp talking to folks. I had to find out who would be at the next event (The Sacking of St Augustine), and come to find out most folks would be, including a few new recruits. An hour or so later, I took my tent down (rather quickly), proceeded with goodbye hugs and "see yah laters", and headed out, back down to Portlando.

A few key things I take from this event was the feeling of slight trepidation I had over whether or not my clothes would work. I was pleased to get some instruction during the weekend on little things I could do to my outfits to make them more period accurate. I also thought it was cool that some of the heads of the event (park and Men of Menendez) checked in with me and other newbies to ensure we were enjoying ourselves. It just goes to show that they care about their group and the event, and want us to return in the future (I know I will). I didn't learn minute details about the Fort, but that is something I have read a bit about beforehand, and plan on continuing my studies on in the future. Lastly, I'm thankful to a few folks for their help on my kit and tent. Thanks go out to Cpt William for pointing me towards a few pieces for my man kit, along with eating implements. Thanks also to willie wobble and Sgt Jeff for info on this event, and to willie for putting up with my questions on my tent setup. The frame turned out well, and I have you and a few of your crewmates to thank for it.

And, thanks to the rangers of the park including Craig, whom I first spoke with only a few days beforehand. I could sense the excitement and pride in your voice over this event. Indeed, it is something to be proud of.

That's it for this recap. It was a bit of a history lesson, and a bit of having fun with folks too. A link to pictures is noted below.

Jacksonville Pics: http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h158/trinsghost/JAX2009/

Paradise Continued

2009-01-21T19:44:00.011-05:00

I thought about naming this latest post "Paradise Found", but (i) I am no where near there literally or figuratively and (ii) thought it was a tad cliched. So, I've had a number of folks read my original post on the Pirates in Paradise event, and asked if I would be writing any additions. I'd thought about it, and have decided I will note some extra moments I still remember that didn't make it into the first post, such as:

- I appreciate the fact that given I'm new to the art of reenactment and historical interpretation, folks were kind enough to answer my questions, no matter how silly or tough they were. That, and I'm happy to have learned what makes the proper kit for a man or woman, without having the one I was wearing scrutinized. (Yeah, I know mine wasn't PC, but I'm glad to know I'm heading in the right direction.) Everyone will have something to add to their look that makes it their own, and figuring that out for myself so far has been a bit of an adventure, but fun.

- I thought it was hilarious that the beach was utilized for a few weddings over the course of PiP (it is a nuptial hotspot). Nothing says "perfect wedding photo" like the bride and groom with a couple of swashbuckling buccaneers and wenches. What struck many as humorous later was hearing that one day a mother in law requested to have the encampment moved to make way for her daughter's wedding. Sure we can do that, and you get to help ma'am! *grins*

- The passing of rum, and beer, and other libations (mmm...apple pie), along with the occasional snack food...that sort of sharing was just really cool. That seems to be a typical action if you happen to hang out with a group at reenactments. This has me excited to bring food and drink for future events, as in figuring out what fits the time period, or coming up with a great drink of my own to pass around.

- I was floored by Fort Taylor. I mean really, really floored. Growing up, I didn't see much in the way of monuments, let alone any forts. In Colorado there are a lot of old mining towns, abandoned settlements and 19th century pioneer interpretation. Those were great and I learned alot about the state and its history, but to see structures and surroundings that have been around since America's inception that have been preserved through various means is just friggin cool. I mean, you can smell and feel the history there...it's like taking a trip back through time. That and the nature that surrounds it is wonderful. I guess after several years of concrete jungle, I needed the trees, waves crashing on the beach and the sound of wind whistling across the battle field (pre kaBOOM).
Fort Taylor picture taken by Mission

- Once I arrived to the encampment and began talking to people, I learned about those darned roosters and chickens. If you've been to Key West, you've likely seen them cross the street unscathed. These critters are protected down there. Really. If you harm one, you'll get a ticket. My question is, what if one decides to commit suicide with a kamikaze flight into your grill? What then? (Yes, I do appreciate animals, but thought this was rather funny.)
Rooster picture taken by Silas Thatcher

- I enjoyed taking pictures at the event, and am glad there were so many others in the same boat. Capturing these moments and passing them on to others online not only immortalizes PiP, it provides one of many different interpretations of what went on, or fills people in on what they missed.

- This event reinvigorated my interest in local travel. When I first came to FL in the 80's as a visitor, I went to several areas of Central Florida including the east coast, and visited the same areas in later trips. Since moving here five years back, I haven't travelled around the state much due to work and my degree. Now that school is behind me and I have the new job under control, I've more time to venture out and see what the state has to offer. In terms of interest, PiP and events like it are right up my alley. Give me the chance to learn, sightsee and enjoy the outdoors and historical places, and I could do this until I'm old and grey. :)

If I can think of more recollections or some such, I'll add them to this list as they come to mind.

2/12/2009: The Mercury's "somewhat trusted" surgeon-barbour Mission has finished his own account of Pirates in Paradise. It includes a plethora of pictures, a daily recap of events (spanning several pages each), and easter eggs. With the eggs, just mouse over some of the pics on each page, and I'm sure you'll find them. If you guess the movie quote hiding in there, I'll send you a tankard.

Pirates in Paradise - A Surgeon's Tale

Sorely Missing Paradise

2009-01-05T18:32:00.098-05:00

It's been nearly a month since a long weekend venture down to Key West for Pirates in Paradise (aka PiP), yet it still feels like it happened yesterday. As with many others who were there, the pang of loneliness (for fellow pyrates, the camp, the music, etc) is with me in full force, making it tough to return to the daily grind, but I continue to trudge ahead.

Some may ask...why join in on such an event in the first place? Well for me, I've always enjoyed the theming of renaissance faires, and wondered what a similar (or more serious) shindig of the pyrate variety would entail. I also have an interest in history, whether it be local or centered on distant lands. I figured if I was going to learn something (accurate or not) about a given group of people, this would be the place for it. And I live for learning new things...if you don't feed your mind you'll miss it later. ;-)

To recap, I will start from the beginning of the trip, and keep in mind this may read a little more like a journal (with some parts forgotten, or purposely omitted):

Thursday, December 4th: I began my drive at the butt crack of dawn, relying on my trusty GPS to guide me from Orlando down to Key West in one piece. It took me along the west side of the Florida peninsula, and eventually brought me through Miami and the Keys. I didn't have much of a view until I hit the Keys, and along that last stretch of a hundred or so miles I really wanted to take pictures and gaze at the landscape more than drive (grrr). The waters morphed into a dark translucent turquoise, and the shores along the road looked very inviting (where's my bikini and a towel?). I saw a particularly picturesque view of an abandoned home behind a chained wrought iron gate that was likely left after recent hurricanes. The afternoon sun poured through empty (i.e. non-shuttered) windows, bathing the home in pink and orange hues. I think it's just before mile marker 73, and I hope to take a picture of it the next time I'm down there. I remarked to my friend Mission later that evening (or the night after, I can't remember which) that I saw something similar in the movie Wild Orchid (I don't recommend it), which incited a grimace from him. Apart from that, after two stops for gas and/or food I finally got into the quaint downtown section of Key West, past the Truman Annex and into Fort Zachary Taylor.

I'd initially parked in the visitor's section and walked around in my mundane wear (jeans, t-shirt) to get the lay of the land, and I completely missed the innards of the Fort that evening (?!?). To paint a visual of the area for PiP, the Fort abuts a beach and relatively flat, open, grassy plain (near a cruise dock). Closer to the coastline and beach, the encampment area grounds are peppered with tall, leaning trees (pine I presume, and palm) and plenty of coral rock that I was warned about ahead of time as it tore up people's feet last year. After recognizing a few folks at the encampment from the online Pub, I moved my car over to the gravelly section for the reenactors. I changed my clothes to more appropriate (pyrate) attire in the local bathroom and began introducing myself to people who were working or hanging out at the camp. I recall the first few neighbors I met were Willie Wobble, Silkie, William and Doug, Mission, and Kate and Mickey.

Willie was busy making jerk pork for the group dinner under cover of his tent fly, hence no handshaking quite yet. Silkie headed up her spacious ordinary/Hide (the camp's restaurant and evening hangout) and gave me a pleasant welcome as I perused the area. Wicked William and Doug, privateers from Searle's Buccaneers, both kissed my hand in gentlemanly fashion at Willie's tent (and I blushed like a girly girl). Following their introductions my buddy Mission and I reunited for a hello after not seeing the likes of one another for a few years (he's the camp's surgeon-barbour). Kate and Mickey Souris (pronounced soo-ree, meaning 'mouse' in French) greeted me as well, and corrected me on their pseudo last name, though Mickey later said I could pronounce it sour-iss if I forgot.

I ran into many others as the evening wore on (forgive me, my memory may miss some names, so I'll move along from the list of who's who). I took a spot at Sealkie's Hide to wait for dinner, and as I did I got a warning about the "wacky neighbor's of Willie's" by a crewmate as I watched Willie finish up his cooking, stooped over the campfire. "They are something else," I heard, to which I replied "If they are who I'm thinking of I've already met 'em!" with a grin. Willie Wobble's meal that evening (pork with cabbage, peas 'n rice) was delicious, and the company was very entertaining. I'd guesstimate fifteen to twenty dining that night, covering alot of unique conversations. A few the tales I was engrossed in included stories of shenanigans with a poor emu, naked juice (an alcohol concoction, when drank, resulted in naked dancing 'round a fire at another reenactment), and filling in the details on character personas (manservant flagellation), occupations and home ports.

I was offered regular rum and "wobble juice", the latter being a coconut rum concoction that was very yummy. From there the evening became a blur of wandering from the Hide to another campfire on the beach (talking of Star Wars and a character I wasn't that familiar with), and then to Willie's for a little more chatting and eyeing the goods he was selling (spoons, wrapped bottles and other eating implements). As that took place, a couple (Callenish and Salty, with baby Hamish) who had offered me shelter pulled up from a long, unfortunately issue-ridden trip down from the northeast. After introductions and a brief retelling of their harrowing journey, I retreated back to chatting with neighbors while watching the "Taj Mahal of tents" rise up to touch the stars. Salty disappeared for a while with a few good semaritans as she had injured herself on the trip, but thankfully returned with news of no broken bones, just bruises.

Friday, December 5th: After a relatively short overnight sleep and move of my kit (pyratey stuff) and sleeping accoutraments to their proper place in the big tent, the morning started with breakfast at the Hide (oatmeal and dried cranberries...yum), assisting Silkie with cleaning up the area, and heading over to the Fort (finally) to check out vendors, activities and scenery. I bought a few items for my kit (haversack, wooden bowl for meals, pocket knife, fan and pyrate history book...all reasonably priced). Meandering on the grounds with Silkie for a while (I love her straw hat and parasol), I met more pyrates through her intros and my own and took pictures of the fort, the Pub's flag and Mission's skeleton bound in a gibbet, now know as Bucky (alas, the pic didn't turn out). I also took a little footage of a mock capture of Anne Bonny and Mary Read (ladies who posed as pirates long ago) which looked painful for both the ladies and their captors.

I headed back to the encampment as my feet were starting to retaliate (I wasn't in my period accurate shoes yet, but a pair of Nine West boots). In the afternoon, I fixed my reenactment latchet style shoes up (with ribbons in lieu of buckles) and they were ready to wear, thanks to Mary Diamond and the good Captain Sterling (and an idea from Kate). After that, I joined others on a walk to a path near the Fort. When it was time, we made our way onto the plains area across from it to watch and partake in a battle. We had the schooner Wolf behind us firing away, folks on the ground (where I was taking pictures) firing canons, muskets and flintlocks, and folks up on the fort wall firing back with their canons and various guns. The resonance of the shots were a little louder than the last concert I had been to, making me wish I had my earplugs on hand. But after that part of the battle was over the ground troops took to chasing each other in the brush by the fort's moat and things quieted down. I remember seeing the privateers "stake" the bad guys with their pikes. The groups then broke up and headed to other areas to celebrate their victory (I was told everybody won...alrighty then).

I ran into Mission and asked him about the dinner he hoped to put together that evening. Unfortunately he hadn't gotten goods yet to prepare and seemed to be worried, so he and I ventured over to Lady Constance and solicited her advice on the ideal recipe for salmagundi**. We got the list, headed over to the grocery store and got everything we needed, along with a few loaves of crusty french bread. Thankfully when I got back a few of the crew were eager to help with the meal prep and we got down to business. I'd dropped Mission off along the way to boil eggs, and he arrived and sliced them up alongside a few other gentlemen pyrates. About an hour later we had a friggin' HUGE bowl of salmagundi ready and the smell of toasting garlic bread filling the air.

** Salmagundi can likely include many things, but what it essentially is is a layered salad. We used chopped romaine and baby spinach for ours, along with a variety of veggies (mushrooms, olives, cucumbers, tomatoes, radish) as well as cheese (cheddar's always good) and critter (steak and chicken). Constance made a vinaigrette dressing to top it all off.

After dinner a few of the guys in the group (Greg, Jim, and Mark) played guitar and fiddle, and they sang various folk songs (Buffet, Taylor, Denver, Loggins). Silkie sang a beautiful song solo (The Maid on the Shore), and in the middle of another song someone else yelled "FIRE!" Poor Willie Wobble (and poor Willie's table)! A lantern with plastic "windows" had caught fire via a tipped candle, and he knocked the fireball away from his area, burning his hand slightly and leaving his table marred with a large blackened splotch. A while after first aid was covered and revelry at the Hide ensued, a few folks running the event showed up to ensure we all had fire safety covered (yes, we do now). After a brief return to the Hide and to Willie's for more juice, I bid folks goodnight and retired for the evening.

Saturday, December 6th: That morning I think our cook was hijacked by the Fort, and I may have had a muffin to tide me over. I do remember reading my new book (Under the Black Flag, by Don Seitz) at the Hide and being greeted and complimented by the privateers (startling me a little whilest reading, but that's alright). I talked with Silas Thatcher (Constance's husband) about the finer points of digital photography and how our cameras were working out on the trip (surprisingly, mine did well). Late morning and early afternoon included more walking within the fort and pictures (Anne and Mary's trial, Mission accompanied me), followed by a brief siesta in the Tent Mahal. In the early evening we had a wonderful dinner of minestrone soup and bread and we stuffed of Diosa's cleavage with dollars for charity and the meal.

After dinner, I remember walking back to my car to grab a few things and seeing William sitting in his buddy Doug's vehicle, listening intently to the Gators game (and they won...huzzah!). I said hi and "enjoy the game", and ventured back to the group where I was informed of a parade taking place shortly in the downtown area that we could join in on. Willie, Doug and I were prepared to hoof it to the location, but ran into a van full of others (Kate and Mickey, sisters Mae and Brig, and Mad Dogge I think) who offered us a ride. After a few minutes of circling the streets, a parking spot was found and the group piled out, garnering attention of regulars from the get go.

We made our way to the street that the parade was on and managed to slip ourselves into the pyrates section after a short wait. Willie gave us all overflowing handfuls of beaded necklaces to throw ala Mardi Gras, and we tossed/handed those out to people as we made our way down the parade route. Doug had a sea shell that he took great pleasure in blowing on as he sauntered down the street with a wild gleam in his eye (yeah, he was having fun). He had heavy iron shackles too, and used them in jest on a few ladies along the way. I remember catching crewmates in revelry along the parade, grinning and mucking it up for the crowd while throwing beads. A few of them hung onto complete strangers and yet they still shared in the euphoric atmosphere. That was my first time in a parade, and I found it all so surreal and hilarious at times, being on the other side for once.

When the parade concluded, some of us made our way through several bars (one was VERY interesting and not for the prudish...lol). We imbibed on a little brew here and there, and did an awkward sort of coin toss at a tavern called Tony's. Try to throw a quarter into the fishie's mouth while standing under the sign, I dare yah. I ended up on a pleasant and humorous stroll back to the Fort with privateer William (who I spotted near the end of the parade), and spent much of the late evening and early morning engrossed in a fascinating conversation under the star and moonlight sky, covering favorite movies, food, and music to name a few topics. (A very cool, down to earth guy, he is.) We headed back to the Hide to greet the group, and then I wobbled back to my tent where William bid me goodnight. :)

Sunday, December 7th: Sleeping during the wee hours of the morning was tough, as we'd had a touch of rain the morning before. The moisture seemed to settle into the tent (and my sleeping bag), chilling me to the bone and giving me the shakes. I couldn't sleep and chatter my teeth the rest of the morn, so I headed to my car, grabbed a blanket and passed out until sunrise. When I woke up a mere few hours later, I decided to wash my hair at an outdoor shower near the bathrooms. In the throes of drying my hair while I sat near the beach, the sky decided to open up. Ah, such perfect timing. I wandered back to my tent and got myself ready while the rain cleared up. Breakfast nearly didn't happen because of the weather, but thanks to Constance a good lot of us (including her kiddos) had pancakes to eat.

Willie, William, Doug and I headed out to the Fort after that and got an impromptu tour of its inner workings courtesy of Diosa and Hurricane. They showed us a few areas that would be highlighted in evening ghost tours, and a few other spots in renovation that we peeked in on for a moment. Then we headed into the Pub/Tavern where we met and chatted with various mundanes and pyrates (I listened more than chatted...observation mode I guess) and enjoyed shanties belted out by a few of the Bone Island Buccaneers (BiB). We made our way back to the encampment where the gents along with a fellow named Deadeye decided to do a spur of the moment raid (Spanish Conquistador style) on the Fort's pyrates. Spike, the leader of the BiB crew would be their target, guilty of "pilfering treasure". Their goal of cornering him in the Pub was dashed when his crew came to his aid near the vendors (I have this on video) and caused the Conquistadors a bit of grief with swordplay, hostage taking and wrestling (erm...more like dog piling). All ended well though, with each side agreeing to back away and Spike agreeing to give up the treasure (actually planted on him..whoops!).

Sunday evening ended with the entire crew (from Fort and Encampment) eating at a pig roast, taking in more shanties at the Pub and watching a slide show of some of the pictures taken by the event's photographer. I sat with Silkie and Willie and we attempted to watch the slide show. Instead we were reduced to giggle fits as Doug turned on his "manservant role" and proceeded to weird us out one at a time. I recall I also hung out with the gents (including William and a few others I met earlier in the day) up on the roof of the fort, but don't remember where that fits in. I blame the beer. And the rum. I walked back after that with the giggle crew, said my goodnights and got a hug or two, and passed out back at the tent.

Monday, December 8th: It was a hard day to wake up to, as I had to make my way out mid morning if I wanted to make it home at a decent time. I cleared out my stuff, packing it back up into my car, and said my goodbyes to those who weren't busy doing the same thing. I proclaimed "shirtless hug" to Doug (who was indeed topless at the moment), and he proceeded to hug me and pull up the back of my shirt. I 'eeked', and he responded with "What? Shirtless hug!". Guess I walked right into that one.

I drove home along the east coast, filled with elation over the weekend's activities and looking forward to 2009's event (kit and character updates too). At the same time I was filled with sadness as I was leaving what I'd call the Pyrate's version of Disneyland (only better, and that means a lot coming from me). Several weeks have past, and I keep telling myself that I can't be too sad that the event is over. Before I know it, December will be here once again and I'll get to hang with a fun, creative group of people once more. And I've been invited to a few other events like this in the near future (Living History, and a reenactment or two focused on an earlier time). I'll have the pleasure of learning and roleplaying along fellow PiP folk and with people I haven't met yet from the Searles Buccaneers and I'm looking forward to it.

I guess that's it for now. I'm sure I've missed a few details (apple pie drink, pics at sunset, weddings next to camp), but that's okay. Hopefully over the next few weeks I can cover details on what I add to my kit for the next few shindigs I go to. Aside from this recap, a few links to videos and pictures I took at Pirates in Paradise are listed below. As always, questions via email are always welcome. :)

Two videos via youtube - my nickname there is trinsghost in case the links don't work:

Anne Bonny and Mary Read being drug into the fort for their trial for
acts of Pyracy on Friday:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYhl7TuvEu8

Spanish Conquistadors invade the Fort on Sunday:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aC0T3p6uxRs

A hundred and something pictures:

http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h158/trinsghost/PiP2008/

Two videos are also noted on the Photobucket page (see the section on the left titled 'PiP 2008 Vids').

A...Pyrates Life for Me?

2008-12-02T18:11:00.003-05:00

I'm taking a little time out from baking a plethora of baked goods to post this evening. Still got much to do. Hem a skirt, fill a bunch of little corked bottles with spices, and little bags with yet more herbs and spices and begin packing. In a few days time, I'll be transported to another place (and time...sort of) in an event in Key West, where I'll be brandishing my knowledge and kit for my 18th century apothecary/spice merchant persona alongside quartermasters, wenches, surgeon/barbers and who knows what else.

Oh, and did I tell you I'm a pyrate?

Ah yes, at least I'll be for a few short days. I'll be living, working, playing and sleeping along conch encrusted shores with at least a hundred or so like minded folk. Eating from an ordinary (tavern/restaurant) built and orchestrated by a crewmate, and taking in the sights and sounds of canon fire, pyrate witch trials and plank walking contests. I'm filled with excitement, a fair amount of anxiety and a pinch of panic (car, don't fail me now).

Too much to think about right now...still so much to get ready. Got to get crackin', and will post pics when I return, whenever that may be.

Accepting finite disappointment, never losing infinite hope

2008-11-25T19:43:00.005-05:00

A few weeks passed since the big Presidential election of 08, and alas, my nominee did not win. I didn't vote for him because he was white or a veteran, but because he believes in alot of the same things I do as a Republican (with a few Dem/Libertarian leanings). In any case, I support Obama as he takes on the most challenging of roles, and honest to God I hope he does well. If not, who knows what will happen.

I think as a registered voter my future will consist of 1) getting my unregistered friends registered in their respective counties (not doing so makes it harder to bitch about elections) and 2) educate voters across all party lines about the value of learning about the candidates and what they stand for. I did wonder who voted for what reasons this time around, considering many of the voters I heard on the radio had little knowledge of their candidate's platform, let alone a basic understanding of what their party stands for. That, my friends is scary. And that is the future of American voters.

Aside from that, I can say Halloween went off without a hitch and was alot of fun. I spent many a night over the course of four weeks sewing and embroidering a blouse for my costume (Marion Ravenwood in the streets of Cairo from Raiders). It turned out good, though I see where my next try (for the blouse) will have some positive differences. The costume was a blast to wear, and I got alot of compliments and quite a few "Hey, Marion!" responses. And it was nice to have an evening post-Halloween right on property at a WDW resort (Thanks dtr!). It made a late night at the Magic Kingdom easier to do, considering I'd be spending it in 3 inch espadrilles.

Fast forward a few weeks, and I'm working on yet another costume. Scratch that...Pearson Renaissance worked on it for me. I just have to hem it a little. But in a few more weeks I'll be a colonial American/pirate in a reenactment encampment. I just hope my cell phone doesn't go off in the middle of a demonstraton. *grins*

I'm not too excited for Christmas yet, but I'm sure it'll build once Thanksgiving weekend is over. BUT...I did manage to coax out the decorations a little early (I know...what's wrong with me?!). This year is a combination of Christmas and Halloween (not Nightmare Before Xmas, but regular All Hallows Eve). Might as well blend the two to make the former a little more festive.

To all who celebrate it...have a safe and happy Turkey Day. (gobble gobble)

Marching Along...To a New Beat

2008-09-30T16:31:00.004-04:00

The closing of the Adventurers Club and Pleasure Island has come and gone. I wish such a thing could never happen, but it did and I feel for now, the AC cast and crew understands how much their guests deeply appreciate them (and vice versa). I went with friends and family to the last couple of long shows (6pm to 2am), and despite the long hours of waiting in packed (think sardines) crowds waiting to get in to see a Library show, it was worth it. I got to see the Holiday show for the first time, since I always head out of state during Christmas. That was a real tear jerker, especially on Friday the 26th. Not only were many of us guests teary eyed, but the CMs were too. That made the final experiences in the club all the more memorable, and allowed reality to settle in en masse. The Club was closing, but we could all grieve together and express our appreciation and love for the place and know we weren't and aren't alone in feeling the way that we do.

The last night at the AC was bittersweet. My party got in line shortly after 4pm and joined the 150 or so folks in line ahead of us. We sat, stood, chatted about opening times for the night, said hello to CMs as they made their way in and stopped to say hi, and even sang the club creed when the group was let in a few minutes shy of 6pm. Only got to see two shows in person that evening, but they were beyond fantastic, and during our downtime we managed to hang in the Mezzanine (2nd floor of the club), sit and chat with one another and fellow Adventurers about the possibilities that could exist for the AC. CMs making their way down or upstairs (and out to the crowd still in line) said hello and stopped for pictures or brief conversations and giggles. All in all, it was a good night to express thanks, hang with with the crowd and take in the somber emotions that flooded over everyone as the Hooplah ended.

I took home a few swag items that I will treasure forever: A copy of the club creed, a photo of the cast from 2007, a couple of napkins from the Atlantis Bar & Grill (and matchbook), tons of photos and videos and two cups signed by a few favorites of the cast. That, and what I call the Adventurers Club creeping crud, otherwise known as a bad head cold and sore throat. I wouldn't have traded any of it for the world.

Now, to figure out what to do on nights where I might have previously said "I think I'll go to the AC." I'm sure there are other options now, but it'll never be the same.

Anger Wanes and Hunger Pains

2008-08-04T14:06:00.004-04:00

Over the past month I've had a chance to reflect on the closing of Pleasure Island (and the much touted Adventurers Club). Trust me when I say I ranted and fumed about it quite a bit more off the 'Net than on it. But, after discussing this change with others and eventually returning to the Isle for a visit (family and friends in tow) my thoughts have softened a bit. Typically getting the chance to talk about something that bothers a person can lighten the load, so to speak. I think that and the last week or so, going to the AC with my dad (in town on business) have helped alot. I won't say I've given up hope that Disney will (in its right mind) do a 180 and save most, if not all of Pleasure Island, but I'm not going to let myself go to pieces over this. It is a very sad situation, likely without a Disney happy ending. We can sure try to get it turned around though.

Anywho...moving on, I had the chance to eat lower fat foodage with my dad while he was out (and I'm still doing just that). We've both been eating healthier for a while (him a month or so longer) and have both seen a "decrease in fatness". Not to say either of us are large, but slightly larger sized normal us-es that could be healtier. Heh...us-es. Sounds like Bill and Ted. Back on topic though, I thought it was interesting that once I reduced my fat intake, my body started to crave fatty foods. I don't eat much fat to begin with, but despite surprise over my body's reaction I can understand the yearnings it attempted with stomach churning gurgles and propoganda for my brain (hint - Fat is bad for you? Lies, I tell you, lies!). Kinda like caffeine or sugar withdrawal. I responded with a firm "heck no!", and my body hasn't given me grief since. Well, alright, it's asked for a few extra cat naps in retaliation, but I can live with that.

To keep in line with a lower fat diet, daddio and I had to aim for healthier food, and here in Orlando that is sometimes hard to come by. But we managed by heading to specific restaurants and cutting out the fried stuff or anything high in fat grams. I tell yah, if you stick to grilled fish, seafood or chicken with plenty of veggies for lunch and/or dinner it does wonders in terms of filling you up and keeping you energized. And for dessert, aim for fruit or conconctions of the low fat variety (strawberry shortcake, popsicles, yogurt). I'm looking forward to paring myself down over the next few months and seeing how my own energy levels change. That and less sweating. Though I think everyone is doing that down here. It's still too darned hot!

VP of Downtown Disney Attacks?

2008-07-21T07:53:00.005-04:00

Very interesting how the Vice President of Downtown Disney is supposedly on the attack now for his project on dismantling Pleasure Island. Will I be bringing cards or leaflets with me to let fellow guests in on his "bold new vision" for the area? Dunno. But rest assured I'll be throwing him curve balls from the Internet with many others. Check out this recap of an Internet radio show gone amuck when Mr Lansberry and DTD Security may have started giving Adventurers Club fans a hard time:

"While recording our live radio show last night, many of our co-hosts reported DTD VP Kevin Lansberry showed up at the Adventurers Club last night and pulled people one by one out of the club who were suspected of passing out handbills with information about the petitions and groups working to save the Adventurers Club. When Lansberry was later accosted by people who were po'd at his presence, what he was doing, etc., he jumped on his Segway and zoomed off into the night only to return with even more security personnel, including a bodyguard-type who followed Lansberry throughout the Island. Three separate guests reported to our program that there were literally dozens of Disney security personnel at the AC, alone, last night.
Also new last night: A new rumor has surfaced which suggests the Walt Disney Company has not signed a single contract for the venues it hopes to put up inplace of the AC and other Pleasure Island. FOR ANYONE WHO ONCE SUGGESTED THIS EFFORT WAS FUTILE, think again. We have a huge assetin this news. Keep fighting.Listen to the archived episodes, including last night's live episode,at http://blogtalkradio.com/savepi. (Also available in iTunes, search"SavePI" in Podcasts)"

Kudos to those who run this radio show, and even more for those who attempted to (quietly I hope) inform the public of 9/27/08. I'm not aware of the legalities of passing along such knowledge to fellow guests while at the AC (though it IS on WaltDisneyWorld.com), but stress to those who go there and wish to spread the word to use common sense and keep yourself out of trouble! Don't mention the closing out loud for all to hear, and if you encounter Mr Lansberry or DTD Security (in uniforms or "plain clothes), don't antagonize them into kicking you out. If you're there to enjoy the club with everyone else, do what you can to inform guests but don't do it in such a way that it becomes disruptive.

All this talk about passing out secret cards and fliers had me thinking back to an old movie centered on World War II and a group of young people who were executed for non-violent resistence (quietly passing out fliers) in Germany. The movie's called The White Rose. While the focus of the movie and the local shennanigans at the Adventurers Club differ by great leaps and bounds, I do wonder how far Downtown Disney's bigwigs are going to go to ensure fans of PI clubs keep quiet. I doubt they'll use the guillotine.

An Adventurers Life is Best

2008-07-02T11:25:00.006-04:00

I'd caught a cold towards the end of my long weekend with family, and still had it hanging on this past Friday when I got terrible news. Actually, the tv delivered it via a 10:30 news story. I was half passed out from cold meds when my hearing honed in on the words "Pleasure Island" and "closing", and once the story played I had a hard time succumbing to the effects of Tylenol Cold PM. I woke up the next morning, checking various Disney boards, local papers and their online stories and saw a mix of what I thought I'd see. Pleasure Island, due for closure on September 27th, all clubs included.

All clubs? Including the Adventurers Club?

I sniffled, not sure if that was the cold or sadness threatening to make itself visible. Sadly, it was true. Castmembers got word earlier that evening from the VP of Downtown Disney, and while some had been aware of rumors for years, they didn't think the end would come so soon, let alone for ALL of Pleasure Island's clubs. Apparently the miniscule population of Walt Disney World guests who had been surveyed on the area want more dining and shopping options. That miniscule response put big green dollar signs in the beady eyes of the local Executives (or so I prefer to envision). So what did they decide to do about that? Well, if you've been a party to the area for a few years you would have seen the changes already taking place. No more New Years Eve parties, or West End stage with music playing in the evening. No more turnstiles to discourage the local riff raff from just coming in to the dance clubs or walking around causing trouble. Mind you, the area is still crowded and is safe by my standards, but for some reason Disney sees this as not enough, focusing their gripe on not enough of the "family friendly" stuff. Part of me agrees that the area was poorly constructed, with family oriented fare on either side of PI, forcing families to walk around or more recently, through, the club area. The other part wishes they'd leave the Adventurers Club (and, to a lesser extent, the Comedy Warehouse) well enough alone.

Alot of folks agree with me. This petition, started on Friday may fall on deaf Disney ears, but it is a way of letting folks know your appreciation for the Adventurers Club.

http://www.petitiononline.com/wdwaclub/

Also, if you want to email or write to these higher ups that put the kibash on safe Disney nightlife for the kids-at-heart, the information is below. I'd try and note that you're a Disney fan on the whole (if you are), and note how sad you are to see such a unique experience going by the wayside. Trust me, if you can make this a positive note (with no suggestions, they turn those down) it will more than likely get seen by someone on high. They may do nothing in the short run to stop or change their plan of action, but they'll know what was done was at the expense and joy of many.

Mr. Robert Iger

Chief Executive Officer
The Walt Disney Company

500 South Buena Vista Street

Burbank, CA 91521-4873

Walt Disney World Guest

Communications PO Box 10040

Lake Buena Vista, FL 32830-0040

Email address - wdw.guest.communications@disney.com

Reference Kevin Lansberry, "VP Downtown Disney Operations" for the Florida address, as he was the one who talked to the media about Disney's "bold, new vision" for the area. Bold, new vision indeed. A Hanes t-shirt store, a hot air balloon that will probably never fly and rumors of overpriced, underwhelming food and shopping. Sounds like Disneyland's DTD area. I went there in February, and was overwhelmingly unimpressed.

Have no idea what I mean when I say Adventurers Club, or Kungaloosh? Take a look at this site, one of a handful out there that showcase the soon-to-be ill fated club. It really is a diamond in the rough.

http://www.etixland.com/ADVCLUB/ACMain/ACmain.htm

As for me, I'll head there every chance I get over the next three months. My family initiated me into the AC when I was a mere lass of 12, and now at 31 I see it as the local "Cheers", where many folks go in and get recognized by the performers or one another. Everyone coming in can just sit down with their friends and loved ones and enjoy the show and liveliness of one of the coolest clubs in the world. At least, for a little while longer.

Diagonally Parked in a Parallel Universe

2008-07-02T10:28:00.003-04:00

It's hard to believe I've been in my new job for nearly six weeks now. But here I am! Picking up work here and there, and immensely enjoying the training I've had so far. I have the nicest boss ever, and some pretty extraordinary coworkers too. I do feel like I'm in some sort of alternate universe where things have slowed just a bit, and priorities are different, but in ways they haven't changed at all (waves to the old coworkers).

To recap experiences as of late, I had a business trip out to Chicago to take up knowledge on a tool that was new to me. Thankfully we had a knowledgable and entertaining instructor (thanks Art!). He made it easy for the class to understand and kept us awake with questions and plenty of exercises with the tool. He even threw in a few stories on the side (meeting a famous, often ridiculed ballplayer and finding out he was a nice guy for one...I'll have to remember that one for a later post). He also pointed out one day that the "Public Enemy" remake starring Johnny Depp was being filmed a few blocks away. (Note: Couldn't find it, despite helpful locals pointing us in various directions.)

Had a great conversation with a guy up there that was selling THE Indy Car from Raiders. Didn't get a chance to see it in person which I regret, but it was nice talking to him and hearing its history since the movie. I hope it gets in good hands *cough*museum or archives*cough* and he gets compensated well for it.

My last evening in Chi-Town had to be the best. Class ended, and I made my way out of our building (next to the soon-to-be-finished Trump Tower) and headed at least seven to ten blocks south, and one or two blocks east to the Art Institute of Chicago. I had to see this place as I am a lover of the Arts, and was floored when I walked in to see Thursday and Friday evening patrons got in for free for part of the summer. A few of the wings were closed, so I didn't get to take a look at a second (of many) Van Gogh self portrait. But I did get to see tons of French Impressionism (my favorite), the painting seen in Ferris Bueller as well as many other works of art in various textiles, shapes and sizes (and bought a few in print form). I'm hoping to get just a few of my pictures into Flickr or somewhere where folks can see them. They were all so beautiful.

Unfortunately after an hour and a half at the museum my feet grew cranky, so I knew I had to turn back and make the long walk back north and slightly west to my hotel (got a HUGE room - big surprise for me). I walked across the street and out of museum goer traffic, prepared to head to the Chilis down the street from my home away from home when I spied a favorite, once in a while treat. Panda Express, with its soft glowing sign beckoned me in for dinner, and I did not turn her down.

I know, I didn't see everything I could have, but this was a business trip, not for pleasure. One of these days I'll have to get up there (mayhaps with friends) and walk around a bit. One has to take in the atmosphere (and wind) on foot or there's little point in going.

Moving on, I had a little time after the trip to get more things in order at work and prepare for a few days off with the family. The parents flew in for my official graduation ceremony, and had a DVC room at Saratoga Springs booked for a long weekend. We took in the ceremony (all 3 hours) with good humor (potty dance 'cross the stage, with honors), and hung out with friends at a local Mexican joint. I got a few unexpected gifts (GPS for the car, gift card for a favorite restaurant, money for a new tv), and then my dad dropped a bombshell on me. He'd helped me out big time in March with a donation to replace my dead transmission (it keeled on me on the freeway no less). Now he tells me I no longer owe him. Wha? I'm speechless. Really...thanks Dad. I love you.

Hanging with my parents at WDW this time around was fun. We aimed for our preferred rides (Haunted Mansion and Jungle Cruise moreso), and my dad and I helped "plow the field" of guests to enable mom and her scooter a path to cruise. We took advantage of Extra Magic Hours a few times and that was time well spent. Got a few extra rides in with alot less pedestrian traffic. And it rained. Oh, it rained every afternoon. My dad will never let me forget that. "If life were fair it'd follow you on your upcoming trip," he said. Guess what? It might. *grumbles*

Indeed I have a trip coming up with a dear friend, and will post a recap afterwards. For now, the next post is more important...

A New Lease on Life

2008-04-22T20:53:00.003-04:00

It's been many, many moons since I've last had the urge to post. Awe heck, I've wanted to post but I've been too busy. That sort of busy will be dying down soon. Part of it in two days when I finish the last of my three classes I'm taking at the same time. I can then consider myself done...finito, graduated and probably with honors or something spiffy of that sort. I am so glad this chapter in my life is over. I'm not sure I could handle diving into a Masters right away. Maybe in another decade if work takes me where I long to be.

I have two and a half weeks left in my current group, and then it's "So long, and thanks for all the cheese." I say that in the most humbled, honest (goofy) way I can. I've had interesting times in this department, and do appreciate what I've learned and who I've met here. I can safely say that some of my colleagues are going to become longtime friends, considering we've hung out together on occasion, and shared things with one another to help bond and ease the stress of the daily grind.

In a few weeks, I'll be I-Nox party of one in my department. Everyone else lives somewhere else, but hey, I've learned how to live and thrive in a virtual environment. This is going to be a pretty cool experience. Now I just have to learn the ins and outs of a few new systems and languages and I should be set (heh).

Backtracking just a bit to a few months ago, February's event went off without a hitch. I really enjoyed meeting everyone, from new Doombugs to long-timers. The process of getting everyone set and into the dinner went smoothly, and meeting Imagineers from Walt's day was a treat. Bob Gurr was so frickin cool. Such a nice guy with a wacky sense of humor, and he was at my table! I still pinch myself months later because I picked up a dvd of Jurassic Park (finally) from Best Buy and watched the movie, followed by "making of" clips. Bob was in it! I nearly fell out of my seat when they noted he consulted for the movie, as Spielberg was interested in his work on King Kong for Universal Studios. Go Bob!

To wrap up my thoughts on the few days and nights I had together with the Doombugs, I wish I could relive them again. It was so much fun and I haven't laughed that much in ages. Thank you so much. Here's to the next anniversary. And to SZ who sat at my table...it was an honor to meet you. I didn't realize your connection to the Haunted Mansion and Doombuggies until a cohort had told me. I really felt like I sat at a table of legends I tell yah. ;-)

...when hinges creak in doorless pants....

Get Down at a Spooky, Swinging Wake Feb 25th at Disneyland

2008-01-23T11:16:00.000-05:00

Doombuggies.com is hosting a soirée of spooktacular proportions next month (Monday, February 25th) at Disneyland to celebrate the site's 10th Anniversary. The site is known for its plethora of historical accounts, past and present of Disney's Haunted Mansion attractions. If interested, there are a few burial plots left. Check out the site for more details on how to sign up.

Also, in commemoration of the anniversary a special bowling shirt will be sold to event attendees and non-attendees alike. See this link for more information.

Doombuggies.com Event info - Blogspot

Dresden Files reruns - starts 11/16 at 7pm ET

2007-11-16T12:17:00.001-05:00

Check out Dresdencity.org and the Blue Whale Pub, along with Dresden's forum on SciFi.com for details, and post on SciFi.com starting at 6:45pm ET if you're available. There will be a group sit-in to watch the show and discuss.

Needing a vacation from...vacation

2007-10-04T20:32:00.000-04:00

So I went to Scotland. And got sick about halfway through. I still count it as a good trip, as I had a great time with friends when I was feeling decent. We went all over the place - Glasgow and Edinburgh again (Puppetry and Haunted Tours anyone?), along with the Isle of Skye and a myriad of little villages and towns here and there. The only problem I had was the beef - I kept running into some pretty gnarly tasting burgers (imagine Jimmy Dean sausage patty, but dry). I heard that's not normal out there, but I think if I visit again I'll stick to chicken and whatever seafood they may have.

Aside from that, I waited patiently for summer to fade away, and for the local Disney Haunted Mansion to come back up. And open it did, to an amazing amount of guests on its first day. I visited the attraction that evening and a few times since then, and give the refurbishment 5 tombstones (that means it's good). No spoilers here...go to the Doombuggies.com forum if you want details.

And...I'm in a bit of mourning over a show. I finally cracked open my Dresden Files dvd set (hadn't had the time yet to watch it again), and have been watching it episode by episode, drinking in the details. Initially I observed the differences between show and book, but funny how time can change your perception on things. Now when I read the book series, I see Paul Blackthorne (he makes jeans and a t-shirt look good) as Harry, and Bob is not just a skull, but is Terrence Mann too (who brought the word "crites" into my vocabulary). Even detective Murphy ends up the version from the show. Argh...I hope they bring this one back. Too many good shows like this have bitten the dust early.

Lastly...I must get back to my studies. Economics is whooping my butt (who knew it involved oddball math problems I fail to solve), but thankfully Law is not. Six months to go, and I'm done with forced learning. From that point on, the world will be my university, and my experiences will be my classes. Sounds corny, eh?

I've Got a Headache Pie

2007-06-30T20:08:00.000-04:00

Ugh, it's one of those days that started out way too early, and ended up too darned hot. I stayed home the bulk of the day in the dark, but managed to make a quick stop at the local Target to get a few things. Bought and watched Bride and Prejudice. Very interesting movie...I was expecting it to be a little like Bend it Like Beckham, but surprisingly it was much like a classic Bollywood movie. It had alot of singing and dancing, and the male lead was very attractive. Aside from that, he played the part of William Darcy well (he can't beat Matthew MacFadyen though).

Far as other movies go, Waitress was so good that I've seen it twice (Keri Russell, Nathan Fillion and Andy Griffith rounded out a fantastic cast - thanks to the late Adrienne Shelly for thinking up the idea for the movie). It was sad, sweet and funny rolled into one. Made me hungry too with all of the unique pies being thought up or cooked by the waitresses in the film. Ratatouile was great as well; an visually detailed masterpiece, I think. I caught it with friends a few weeks back in a sneak preview. Pixar really has remarkeable work in their animated movies, and this one is no exception. And the mini-movie before the main show was truly hilarious. I must get that on my Ipod!

Right now, I'm chilling out and watching A Prairie Home Companion, praying a little that my achey head will finally subside in its constant pounding. My thoughts are leaning towards friends across the pond though...nothing terrible in terms of serious injuries over there, but I hope folks in the UK are doing alright. I'll see some of you all in Glasgow in a few weeks.

Spring has...Gone?

2007-04-26T19:01:00.000-04:00

It's been amazingly warm the past few days (you woulda thought we skipped out on Spring). In honor of Mother Nature going pleasant on us, and to lighten up the mood for the weekend, a short video clip. (I miss these guys.)

I look forward to finishing my latest course and jumping into a new one, but having a weekend to breathe.

Oh...almost forgot. Congrats to coworker Amy! Finally a little girl to complete the brood. *cheers*

For Those Lacking in Common Sense

2007-04-24T19:01:00.000-04:00

You do NOT note on television that the United States has "lost the war", and you do NOT call for a timetable for us to withdraw from Iraq. YOU'RE EMBOLDENING THE ISLAMIC TERRORISTS!!

*smacks Harry Reid upside the head...HARD*

I just don't know what to do with the government these days. The Democrats are absolute idiots, and most of the Republicans have no friggin backbone. *sighs*

Anywho, I think that was my momentous rant that covers how I've felt the last few months, and the recent comment from Reid was the straw that broke the camel's back (You killed the camel...you bastard!).

LOL...on to some slightly less edgy thoughts. I used to be more of a tree hugging liberal as a kid, but as I grew older I realized that 1) I still hold some liberal beliefs and 2) I held more conservative ones than liberal (meh). So, that pulled me over to the right. And with it arrived a different observation on many things - religion, war (and where the US falls in any of it in the world), and the environment. I came to the realization that I do have an effect on some things when it comes to nature, but not to the point that we'll experience another ice age tomorrow (wait...wasn't it supposed to happen in the 70's)?

That point of view frustrated me as of late, as it was confronted by ignorance en masse with Al Gore winning his academy award for his alarmist take on global warming. My answer - yes, we do need to seek out alternative fuels, and generally coexist with our planet in a way that will keep everyone and everything shiny and happy. But, I don't think that our way of life over the past 100 (or heck, even 75) years has had a monumental effect on the environment. Just take a look at scientific studies over hundreds of years (that sometimes cover hundreds of generations back), and you'll see that the world indeed has had drastic temperature changes, none of which could be blamed on humans (or dinosaurs) doing anything to help push that climate alteration along.

*coughs* I think that's my rant for a while. On to the fun stuff.

Good movies - 300 (yay Gerry!), as well as Fracture. I saw 300 twice in the theatres, and enjoyed the cinamatography of it (all CGI, yes, but it turned a historical battle into a savage ballet). I enjoyed the guys in loin cloths, bodies all sculpted, muscular and such, but that was just icing on the cake. I hear Frank Miller may be working on a sequel graphic novel (to be done as a movie too with 300 director Zach Snyder) on the closure of the Battle of Thermopylae. From what I saw on a show on the History Channel, THAT is what did the Persians in. If that novel and movie come to fruition, I'll be looking forward to both.

With Fracture, I just saw it this past weekend, and am still processing whether or not I really, really liked it. So far, it's on my good side. It was a little predictable (you KNEW something would happen for the good guy at the end), but it was still a good ride as far as suspense films go. It reminded me a little of the typical John Grisham novel with a newish lawyer coming in to defend the good guy against the big smart bad guy, but it has a bit of a twist. I'd heard from a friend that I needed to watch Anthony Hopkins to see if he'd inject a little of Hannibal Lecter into his role, but alas, I didn't see anything that screamed "chianti and fava beans". But he did have quite a few lines (along with the young lawyer, played by Ryan Gosling) that left the audience giggling in between tense moments.

I'm sure I've seen other movies, but as of late, I forget what the heck I've seen (been too busy). I've been enjoying a few shows (if not when they aired, then on Itunes if available). Love Robin Hood on BBC America, The Dresden Files on SciFi (on spring/summer hiatus...*sniffs*), and Blood Ties on Lifetime. I am so grateful that a few great shows came on to lessen the funk brought on by stinky reality tv and sitcoms.

Guess that's it for now. Next month is birthday (the big 3-0), a vacation (starting with a big awards ceremony for Dad - Manolo Blahniks anyone?), the Pirates of the Caribbean event, and who knows what else.

We're Not in Kansas Anymore

2007-02-02T15:56:00.000-05:00

Sheesh, I wake up at 2 or 3am this morning to a mild thunderstorm, followed by SERIOUS terrential rains that unfortunately spawned a tornado or two just a bit north of my area of town. You'd think we were in the middle of summer already.

Alright...how's this for random thoughts:

Listened to a good portion of Hannity on the radio going home from work one day. A caller made me very nervous with what he said. Summation of his call was that he didn't care about the rest of the world, and only cared about the US, which is why he chose the side he chose politically, and why he thinks the Iraq War (and US troops falling in combat) is wrong. My thoughts? I DO think that every country in the world should have a little bit of a self absorped mindset in an attempt to better themselves. However, when it's at the expense of the rest of the world, that's just lame assed snooty behavior. Taking on the role of mediator when few other countries even bother to think about doing so, and jumping in whether it be a civil conversation or assault by missile seems to me to be a much better route in saving the world. I'd rather do that than kick back and ignore the plight of the rest of the world that could spill over into the US or affect us negatively in the future (if we don't help).
The third installment to Pirates of the Caribbean (At World's End - hopefully this one won't be a stinker) may be premiered on May 19th (a truly special day if you ask me) at Disneyland. Awe shucks...I'll be on the wrong coast, enjoying the parks at Disney World. (Check out Disneyland.com for details - Have fun attendees!)
The Dresden Files on SciFi - Just "so-so" compared to the book I've been reading so far. I thought it'd be a little darker, Dres would be in a literal shack of a basement with his dog and cat, that he wouldn't be a ladies man, would have that cool leather duster and more (longer) hair! If you're interested, check it out. It's CSI meets Harry Potter, set on the streets of Chi Town.
I'm wearing a red shirt today. No, it's not Gay Days at WDW, but it is the start of Heart Health Awareness month. Check it out (http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=1200000)
I went to Disney Quest with friends this past weekend, and old school'd it with skee-ball, air hockey, pinball and 80's games until my right arm could move no more. Now I need to get myself to be ambidextrous in games again, so I can evenly destroy my left arm.

New Year, and Old Habits

2007-01-09T11:48:00.000-05:00

I doubt I'm the only person glad to have finished 2006 on a good note. Fun times spent with friends and family (and their wacky pets...stay tuned for pics/movies), tasty food, and neato gifts that I didn't expect, didn't need but much appreciated, including my new 30 gig video Ipod. Jeez, what timing...my 1st generation one was just about to expire, I'm sure of it.

Anywho, all of that's done. I had a great few days in Colorado (between blizzards, and yes, I got out just in the nick of time), and now I'm back in the swing of things at work, and I feel strangely optimistic for this year. (knocks on wood)

I am nervous about one thing I can't quite control though - the new congress (and head of it), along with the outcome of the Iraqi war. Ah well, at least I can say I voted for the persons I thought were most qualified (Republican this time around). As for the war, I am placing alot of hope on those who control the government now. Sure, I'm not for war, but these days it seems like we have more psychopathic dictators to talk to than those we could simply sit down with, drink tea and hug it out. Can't really have a positive conversation with someone who wants to see you dead for your beliefs, values, government, etc.

And on getting this done quickly...boy if someone had a process to do that and succeed (against the terrorists/insurgents), I'd sure like to hear it, because wars are not fought and won in a day. They take time, heart, and a good plan. Hopefully ole GW will have new ideas that will work, and in the future we and other freedom loving countries can take heart that we did the right thing - we stuck it out, got the right people out of power, and the world can be safer once again.

Until the next nutjob comes along. And the media starts with their oddball leftist (or is it completely anti-American?) thing again. *sigh*

Ah well...back to work.

What's this? What's this?

2006-11-10T20:22:00.000-05:00

It's November already (@%*&!!), and October went by in a one big friggin' blur. The last half of the month was incredible, with Halloween Horror Nights (if I haven't explained yet, I will in a moment), tons of spooky movies and shows on tv, and lots of time spent hanging with friends and family celebrating my favorite holiday of the year.

Oh come off it, I only like Halloween more than Christmas because I don't have to travel with a big honking suitcase (half filled with presents) cross country to visit my loved ones. With All Hallow's Eve, I stay in town now, don't do too much to dress up (riiight) for get togethers, and I walk around with my buddies and snag candy (er...raisins? Thanks Disney.).

(rant off) With Halloween Horror Nights, it was a very different experience than Disney and it's own haunted holiday festivities (Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween Party), but this was a blast in it's own right. I went with a friend and we hit Universal at around 8:30pm or so. Mind you, the park opened at 7pm for the event on the Studios side of the parks, so by the time we got in the place was pretty packed.

We were able to get through most of the scare zones, or areas in the street blocked off and earmarked for scharacters to, well...scare the crap out of unsuspecting people (usually teenage girls and groups of african american women - trust me, they screamed the most). Mary Ann and I, well we just walked through cautiously, giggling at each other, and having the good sense to move away from the actors when we felt they were going to pounce. My favorite group doing alot of scaring were the guys in torn up outfits akin to Larry the Cable Guy that donned safe chainsaws that they set off every few minutes. Those suckers sounded more like Dustbusters, but they sure did the job. Every time I heard one go off, I yelled to Mary Ann "quick...get to the sides!", since they did most of their chasing down the middle of the nearly packed walkways.

Bill and Ted's Halloween show was alot of fun too. Their storyline was good versus evil, and they began their battle with Lex Luthor who headed out of their futuristic phone booth and then started pulling out other baddies from the past year's movies. My favorite was Magneto (with green cgi guy in tow billowing his cape) and the Jack/Elizabeth duo. Man did Universal rag on those folks, and we loved every minute of their playful jabs.

The downside of the night was that all of the actual mazes where the main characters and real scary stuff were were downright packed to the hilt with people. Lines must have been two hours long when we walked by each area. We also tried getting onto The Mummy, but it was too crowded, and lockers were scarce.

Will I do this next year? Maybe. Did I enjoy it? Yep...though I think it might have been different with other company.

For the past week (post Halloween), I've been occasionally gasping at the near tidalwave of immediate advertisement of Christmas. ((What the heck happened to Thanksgiving?!)) At the Animal Kingdom, no less than 3 days later, the entrance to the park was flanked with a giant tree covered in animal ornaments. It's a very striking piece, but man, can we have a few weeks to slowly move away from one holiday and into another?

Anywho, now I guess I'd better get back to some other things. Meaning school (homework to the Nth degree, though this class I enjoy - Ooh..system analysis) and preparing for work. Gotta get my priorities straight now don't I.

Currently reading - Laurell K Hamilton's - Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter series (book 11 of 13)
** Out now - Anita Blake: Guilty Pleasures comic, part one!!

You Always End Up...A-Head!

2006-08-28T18:51:00.000-04:00

That's the hilarious end to an utterly terrible joke at the Disney Jungle Cruise attractions. Alright, so it's not that bad. It's one of those "so bad it's good" lines. Anyways, it's been a while, and during that...while, I've kept on working as usual, waiting for news (or perhaps an interview...sometime this century?!) on what my team will be doing with its vacant positions. So far, no one they've looked at has garnered an interview, a few folks have been elimated, but not me, thank goodness.

Apart from that, catching Scoop again, working hard on my current course (I'm now in the final week), and relaxing with friends has been the norm. Although...a little guy named Ernesto is starting to irritate me, just a little.

Well, it beats having another hurricane over Labor Day weekend. Certainly put a damper on the previous two year's holidays.

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I'm not embarassed to say that I'm a few weeks late with catching the latest
Evanescense video. Actually, I liked their music a few years back, but in Denver
the song "Bring Me To Life" was played so much that I couldn't bear to listen to it away from the radio (not your fault Ev folk!). Fast forward a few years, and it isn't as if I've been on another planet, but I've been paying more attention to music in movies, commercials and such that catch my attention. Unfortunately Ev took a back seat for a long while. Well, now the group is riding shotgun with many of my favorite tunes, with their song "Call Me When You're Sober". It's a tough song to listen to and take in the meaning, as it deals with addiction and what I'd say is one of many consequences of it (losing those you care for). Now segue over to the music video, which was filmed in what looks like a majestic old hotel. The effects were simple, yet very impressive on film. The main costars (Amy, the lead singer as Little Red, and a guy I will only refer to as Wolfie, as none other than The Big Bad Wolf) did a fantastic job. I'm sure the die hard Ev fans (and Wolfie girls, er pack?) are loving this vid. Awesome job, I'd say. I rarely, if ever watch Mtv these days, and merely caught it while channel surfing.

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Last week as I worked into the wee hours of Sunday night and Monday morning on a course, I happened to catch the pilot episode (cartoon) for a very unique show on SciFi. Will it end up as a series? Who knows, but I hope that plenty of folks write in if they liked what they saw.

The show stars Paul Giamatti as Screw-On Head, David Hyde Pierce as his nemisis (was his butler, is now an undead/zombie pain in the behind), Molly Shannon as SOH's former love interest turned vampire, and none other than Corey Burton (who does alot of great voiceover work for Disney) as Abe Lincoln (and a few other characters).

The show is a little of Wild Wild West meets Universal Monster horror. It's very interesting, and has quite a few quotes that'll make you chuckle.

If you all are curious, have a gander at this link:

www.scifi.com/amazingscrewonhead/

You can watch the pilot in its entirety from your computer.

If you put our heads together, it would make a hollow sound

2006-08-01T18:49:00.000-04:00

I saw two movies this past weekend, and enjoyed them both immensely. First off, on Friday evening I made what feels like a weekly trek over to my favorite theatre to catch Woody Allen's latest flick, Scoop. I'd missed his last one, and a friend of mine reminded me that this was coming up (more like she reminded me Hugh Jackman's in it - meh, I prefer him with retractable claws). Anyhow, I had myself a good meal at a local restaurant (best clam chowder in town), headed over to see the movie, and when I attempted to pick up my preordered ticket, only my receipt stub came out. So I got a ticket window guy to ok it, headed in, and the ticket taker let me through but handed me what she thought was my ticket (perhaps it got stuck?). Alas, it was Miami Vice, and after I made a look of absolute disgust, we both giggled and I made my way to the theatre.

Scoop is a pretty good movie. It's cute, a little formulaic (you figure what's going to happen does), but its humor along the way keeps the storyline pleasantly afloat (with the Grim Reaper, no less). Woody is as he was in some of his earlier roles, going off on oddball tangents in his own dialogue in an effort to explain himself. He's weird, but in a kind of way that makes me think of my grandpas or uncles, capable of occasional incoherent, but humorous thoughts (often recalled out loud).

And Hugh was pretty good too. As was Scarlett, and the costars I recognized whose names I can't recall right this second.

Did I mention Hugh was shirtless a few times? Once in swim trunks.

I'd give the movie 4 1/2 out of 5 tarot cards (see the movie and you'll get that).

Onto the revisiting of Clerks II. Ryan called me the night I saw Scoop, asking if I wanted to head to a cheaper show of Kevin's Smith's latest the next morning. So, I said yes, keeping in mind I had an appointment with my hair stylist less than an hour after the movie finished (and yes, I made it in time). It was nice to see this movie again, and catch what I'd missed. The first time around, I didn't realize the Silence of the Lambs reference until it was mentioned to me (note to Kevin - that creeped me out, yet I couldn't look away). I'd missed naked Jay and the Lord of the Rings vs Star Wars argument (resulting in vomit - lovely) too. I would have voted for Star Wars, had I been sitting at Mooby's sucking down a shake and eating a burger at that moment, but Randal is such a putz! I wanted to give that guy a swirly in a dirty toilet for most of the movie. (lol)

My favorite part - the dance sequence (second note to Kevin - if you ever do one of those again, I'd love to audition). That was hilarious, cliched, and what can I say, some guys look good in pig tails. Clerks II (the second go around) gets 5 out of 5 stars from me.

On another note - Yeah, I am giving myself a very hard time as of late. Even my friends have noticed that, in regards to several situations I'm facing (one, not so much - yet). I swear to cut myself some slack, and just handle these when the time comes. This weekend, I hope to treat myself to at least one thing (barring tropical storm Chris) - a baseball game with buddies. I haven't done that since 2004, and even though I'm not a big sports fan, I enjoy the spirit and excitement of it all.

Enough with the talk...must get back to my studies.

What's My Line?

2006-07-21T23:49:00.000-04:00

It's late (after midnight).

Okay, so it's late...for me. And I don't know if I'll be getting any sleep tonight. I have alot of things to think about as of late. My coworker finally got his transfer officially announced. Our manager wants to hold on to him until September-ish. I'm thrilled that the powers that be were finally able to decide on what he was vying for. He's worked hard to get where he is (heck, he just got a Masters degree), and deserves the opportunity to move up and about in the company.

Where does that leave my mini-dept, yet again? Well, come September(-ish), if we don't fill the vacant spots, we'll once again be up to our eyeballs in work, just my boss and I.

Where do I fit in? Well, for a few weeks this development was unraveling in secret (as it should in matters of staffing - even I kept silent). I focused my thoughts on what sort of job stability I need for my immediate future, keeping in mind that I need to keep a job, need to finish my degree, yet still keep an arm outstretched towards my career goals. I began strategizing a plan to ask for what I know I deserve (after all this time). Yeah, I plan to ask for a promotion into one of my cohort's positions, and I have the information to back it up (knowledge, praise, awards, serving as a backup, having the frigging experience to begin with, and alot more).

**As a caviat, I think this is the first time I've ever been literally terrified about fighting for a job. I'd hoped to have covered my request this week in a meeting, but because we're now alot busier, that time had to be rescheduled - to Tuesday. Butterflies in the stomach much?

Sure, my manager could say no. I honest to God pray that she says yes. I could kick back and ponder awhile after getting the response I don't want, but what then? Yeah, if it doesn't work, I like any other person experienced in this field has a number of options. I have skills, education and tenure that are well suited for other parts of the company, and other companies too. I just hope she realizes that...I really, really want to stay and help out. It's just what I do. I'm...old reliable. Sometimes I hate that. Lately, as recent as this evening, I've learned to utterly despise that trait. When you read below the very brief Clerks 2 bit, you'll understand.

And speaking of Clerks 2, it was good. So good, I'm seeing it again to catch the parts I missed.

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Heh. Originally on this post, I'd added a little bit here about shock...and mostly shock. Well, I think now I can safely say I'm feeling a little better. But I do have a comment for someone (I know you're reading this).

- I hope for your sake that you're doing alright.
You might not hold any value in me caring, but yeah, I do.

Not Filling a Bucket, But Lighting a Fire

2006-07-14T21:17:00.000-04:00

..that's what poet William Yeats wrote about Education. I'd agree with his take on mastering one's knowledge, formally (in schools) or informally (in life).

I'd finished a course in Humanities (one of my last General Ed courses to take, and then on to my major, which may or may not involve computer forensics). I enjoyed the course; it took us on a whirlwind reading tour covering the birth, rise and spread of technologies across the world. From the simplest tools that man used thousands of years ago to hunt food and draw, to the newest gadgets and robotics used today for home, work and play, our class discussions truly ran the gammut.

The hard part was jumping into a team oriented course, where we not only had our own required assignments to complete, but an additional report to do in assigned groups of 4 to 6 folks. I enjoyed working with most of my team, but it had its challenges, one being that I didn't take on the responsibility of team lead, which I should have. The majority of my 6 person team was on the ball, but it's always one or two folks who choose to coast (and not assist) until the last minute that are the downfall of everyone else. Brought my grade from a 99% down to a 90%. Oh no, I won't let THAT happen again.

Thankfully, my current course (covering programming with Visual Basic) is individual, though we can help each other if needed (now that's the kind of teamwork I like). It's exciting, and nervewracking at the same time. I just hope I can put this new knowledge to good use.

Enough with the boring stuff for the night. My crites are huddling around me whilest I type (Frankie says hi), and I'm in the mood for a movie or tv (on dvd) episode that'll keep my spirits high for the remainder of the weekend. Won't be too hard to keep in a sunshine sort of mood though. Tomorrow night, it's friends, food, festivities, and a theatre we plum bought out so's we could watch The Phantom of the Opera. Woohoo!

It's Freakin' Gone With the Wind

2006-07-12T08:12:00.000-04:00

It took a few days to digest my thoughts on Dead Mans Chest. My initial reaction was, rather surprisingly, not good. Now it's a few baby steps higher. No spoilers, but here is my take on the film (and a brief comparison to the first in the trilogy):

- At 2 1/2 hours, it was long for a movie designed to appeal to all ages (including restless little ones). I noticed that after an hour or so even I started to shift uncomfortably in my seat. And that wasn't from drinking too much water, but from a mild case of boredom.

- The loosely constructed plot seemed created to tie together several action scenes that were rather reminiscent of the American Gladiators tv show. Just throw the main characters (with a few expendables) into not so plausible sequences with lots of kabooms, stunts or tricky camera angles, and there you have it.

- The two younger characters, Will and Elizabeth fell nearly flat in their performances. I got alot more out of their interactions and reactions in the first film. I wanted them to end up together at the end. In this one, I didn't see the emotional depth I was expecting from them. I didn't even feel like rooting for them when they faced peril.

Apart from my thoughts, I did get alot of opinions from others, but most folk weren't enthused by the movie. From "Jack seems to have lost the sparkle in his eyes", to "my son didn't like her in this movie" to "I was so bored that I walked out". Even the CGI characters didn't escape the hairy eyeball of the average Disney movie fan, "they were done well, but maybe a little too well done, which really took away from the regular characters" (their opinion was similar to many who saw the latest Star Wars trilogy). It seems the Pirates brigade has a longer way to go for the third installment (due out in May 2007) if it wants to take back the fans it could not retain this go around.

I really, REALLY enjoyed the first movie, which made watching the second and coming away with what I felt just awful. The first movie felt innocent, fun, adventurous (and it had a good plot!), while DMC's storyline was darker in an "ick" sort of way, and washed away with the tides. But, with that, I did try to look on the bright side in terms of what I liked (scenes that were nods to the attractions, Tia Dalma's lair, and the return of an infamous captain). That made the overall impression a little easier to swallow. My rating? 3 out of 5 stars. Yo ho, turned so so, indeed.

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Rather melodramatically, I had turned to my friends in the theater (post DMC)
and noted that I needed to watch another movie to get my mind off of this one. Initially, I was aiming for Star Wars, but ended up home sawing logs shortly thereafter.

I did catch another movie that brought my spirits up (again). I have a good friend to thank (Kudos Mary Ann!) for a fantastic afternoon filled with good food, lots of chatter (Scotland 2007!) and plenty of saki. We ended up seeing Superman Returns (my third time, her first).

Oh Bugger

2006-07-06T12:28:00.000-04:00

Superman Returns was indeed a good movie. Good enough to be seen twice.

In less than a week.

Yeah, so I liked it. I appreciated Bryan Singer's work (of X-men movie fame) and his reuse of some of the scenes from the original Superman movie. Not blatant copies mind you, but enough that the fanboys (and girls) in the audience giggled.

I didn't realize what had been used from the original Superman (other than Brando as "Dad") until I caught the movie on cable this past weekend. That was enough to bring me back to the theatres (a bigger venue, less guests this time) to watch for whatever gags I might have missed the first time around.

I won't spoil the movie (other than the Brando bit), but can say everyone did a great job, and fit their parts well (almost too well, in some scenes). I can't wait to get this on dvd, and I look forward to the sequel(s).

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On to pirates; more specifically, the Pirates of the Caribbean attraction, and the latest movie, Dead Man's Chest.

The attractions have had their updates (apparently 3 or 4 years in the making by WDI), and the parks now have their Jack Sparrow (even live - see the links below). My perception so far is mixed. I enjoyed the live entertainment (supposedly just for the summer) at WDW's Magic Kingdom that features Jack and a pirate sidekick. I was excited to be in the first crowd of guests to ride the attraction on Saturday, July 1st (a semi hush-hush preview). But did I enjoy everything that had been updated?

Unfortunately not as much as I thought I would. But, I am impressed with what was added to the attraction. Disney spared no expense in the effects an animatronics. Alas, it was what was lost, or not updated to induce an "ooh" factor that got to me later. What disappointed me most:

- Losing the original music (X Atencio's "Yo Ho, A Pirates Life for Me") on the attraction itself at the beginning. After riding a second time, I caught a musak version, but it didn't evoke the same feeling. I doubt folks will be singing along to the music anymore.

- The skull and crossbones is no more. I know this piece provided pivotal information to the guests as to what was happening next, but perhaps it could have been used elsewhere, or maybe the Davey Jones effect could have been installed elsewhere. In any case, it's a shame the piece is now gone.

- The "burning town" near the end didn't quite wow me like I thought it would (that is my sore spot with WDW's attraction). But, then again WDI probably did everything short of literally burning it down to come up with better effects. I give them brownie points for trying.

There were many other changes to the ride that resulted in AA's or effects being altered or done away with here and there, but what I noted above is what bothered me most. I didn't quite let it hit me until yesterday morning, when my cd player alarm clock went off with a whir to get me up for work, and played my favorite Pirates tune. I never thought that would leave me teary eyed.

Anyhow, my more recent opinion of the attraction has given me just a little more to fuel my ambivalence towards the latest movie. But, I'll still be seeing it. I'm hoping I can view it without thinking what it affected in terms of the attraction. That, and I don't want to sit there during the latest swashbuckling adventure, thinking "Johnny Depp...as Jack Sparrow", and so on. The amount of publicity the movie franchise is now getting makes it a bit difficult for the average movie fans to not get overdosed on merchandise, fan news about the actors, and everything else that comes with media overexposure.

It's times like this that I'm glad other movies I've enjoyed haven't had this much press and fan fare. Even Harry Potter wasn't like this.

Moving back to the Disney parks, here's a few clips for folks to enjoy (Jack at the Magic Kingdom):

Jack Clip 1

Jack Clip 2

Jack Clip 3

Look! Up in the Sky!!

2006-06-28T16:31:00.000-04:00

A few items:

- I'm apparently allergic to cockroaches (must be a prerequisite for Floridians).
- I know what fireworks taste like *cough*hAcK*cough*.
- Some folks think it's ok to swim in pools...
when it's pouring rain, and lightning is streaking across the sky
every five seconds. (I wouldn't be one of those people.)
- Mr cute guy, alas, is taken (gf), but he is a gentleman, and will make a good buddy.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to see Super(duper)man.

These are My....Recreation Clothes

2006-06-23T17:38:00.000-04:00

Heh..I did catch Nacho Libre last weekend. Parts of it weirded me out a little (like the love ballad to the nun), but it was very funny. Even though Jack Black's an average guy in the looks department, his humor and antics make it easy to watch him on the big screen. You can't help but gawk at the guy as he slips on tights and a cape and gets caught by one of the church's orphans:

Chancho, when you are a man, sometimes you wear stretchy pants in your room... It's for fun.

The parts with the kids had me rolling, especially when they winced at the food they had to eat at the beginning (It looked like watered down green frijoles...blech!). The sidekick was great too...a very unique guy. I'd heard folks south of the border weren't too thrilled with the portrayal of their people, but c'mon, this is only a caricature of a segment of the Central American population. Yah gotta lighten up! (Hey, I've had to take jokes and caricatures for years on Native Americans, women, etc.)

Away from the preachiness...I met a very nice guy at work (insert sizzle here). I've known him for a few months, and figured him for a taken guy (as in gf). I don't think he is taken as of late, but who knows. Aside from a recent confusing shenanigan (I blame your buddies dude...lol), I think he's pretty darned cool, and he's left me intrigued. Regardless of his single status, I think he's someone I'd like to get to know better (get your minds out of the gutter please).

On to tv - really not much is on. I don't watch the tube much, but lately I've been catching a little Felicity, a little Entourage (Mr Piven...fans myself), Star Trek: TNG (meh), and House (it's about a grumpy doc...named House..woo). I have to get myself away from the tv and back to work on art projects, and cleaning out my last box or two from my move. That, and I could use just a little bit of sun. Can anyone say...Typhoon Lagoon?

Although...Blade is hitting the air on Spike tv in 5 days. (that deserves a big WOO)

Oh, My Stars and Garters

2006-06-14T18:57:00.000-04:00

To recap (it's been a few weeks), I caught a few movies, went to a cool event/dinner that anyone else can get into too, and am looking forward to another good movie coming right up.

First things first - the movies. X-Men: The Last Stand was good, but it wasn't as good of a sequel as its predecessor. I would chalk that up to the difference in directors (and cinematographer too), as that typically changes my perception of the movie. There were a few surprises in the movie that caused mixed reactions for me (a couple of characters literally 'taken out', and a clip after the credits). The extra clip leaves the series open for another sequel. I'd be up for round four, especially if Wolverine and Beast are back. And Gambit needs to show up (I think it'd be about time). *grins*

Kelsey Grammer = absolutely PERFECT for the role of Hank McCoy.

The next movie I had the pleasure of seeing was Cars. I didn't think I'd like it. I honestly am not that into racing (unless it's playing Ridge Racer or a semi-virtual video game at Disney Quest), but this was so well done, and had such a well written storyline that I found it well worth the 9 bucks I dished out to join friends in the fun. I was very impressed with the computer animation (the driving through nature scenes are gorgeous), and had so many good laughs at the expense of the jokes peppered throughout the movie (Mater - He did what in his cup?). A few folks to look (listen?) for in the movie - Jeremy Piven, and the Car Talk guys from NPR (I can't believe I recognized the latter...I am such an old fart).

With both movies, there's no doubt that I'll be getting them on dvd. X-Men TLS gets 3 stars from me, while Cars gets 4.

The next movie I'll be catching is Nacho Libre. Sometimes these comic types creep or gross me out (i.e. Adam Sandler and Ben Stiller), but for some reason, Jack Black has managed to tread on over to my good side and capture my attention. This film looks hilarious, especially the parts with the food (what IS that stuff?).

This past weekend, I ventured into the Polynesian for a dinner and luau. Twas pretty cool. All you can stand food (several courses of it - the dessert was very good), a Disneyfied Hawaiian story with dancing, and more traditional dancing from each of the islands at the end (including fire dances - I'll post my clip when I can).

Lastly - the uber spooky. I could have sworn my hire date was moved to June 5th after bridging my service, but ohh no. In a staff meeting today, my director brought up that I hit my 6th year service date, on 6/6/06. *shudders*

That's just not right.

Grrr...Argh

2006-05-23T21:17:00.000-04:00

I have *winces* a splitting headache, and apparently, my building is having some sort of block/pool party.

Nothing says fun more than hearing Spice World played so loud it vibrates the walls.

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I celebrated a birthday within the past few days. Had myself a great time with friends who ran me through all four Disney parks (zoinks!). Stood in line alot too, mainly for the opening of Star Wars weekends at Disney/MGM Studios and the quest for limited edition goodies, but apart from the waiting, that was still alot of fun. Every one of us who had cameras looked like paparazzi each time a character in dress would walk by. Half the time, I got pictures of them from the back, but a picture's a picture when you're photographing SW characters. They look great from nearly any angle. (If I have some time and energy later this week, I'll post pictures, and perhaps my first attempt at a clip.)

On Saturday I decided to take in the DiVinci Code, and I was rather surprised by my reaction to it. After hearing all of the negative publicity surrounding its premiere at the Cannes Film Festival, along with pans from many critics, I thought it would be bordering on terrible. It wasn't absolutely fantastic, but it was enjoyable and thought provoking. I had a moment during the movie where I rolled my eyes, noting tweaks to the storyline that, had I been watching a Harry Potter movie, I would have balked at. This time around, I kept my darned inner mouth shut, and took in the movie as it was translated from the book.

I've made it my mission to tell folks (via net or in person) that the movie is worth seeing. Even if you don't agree with its premise, you'll have something to think about afterwards, I guarantee it.

I honestly don't know how some of the critics could have laughed at key scenes. The audience I sat in only laughed when something was truly funny. I could understand the criticism of some folk towards its premise though. That'll always be a sore spot for many, fiction or not.

And yeah, I enjoyed seeing "the chapel" I've been ranting about. It was nice to see it without the clutter of scaffolding.

So Dark the Con of Man

2006-05-15T12:44:00.000-04:00

My goodness, it is beautiful outside. Temps in the mid 80's, a fair breeze filtering out the sticky humidity. And I'm stuck inside. Ah, the heck with it.

*heads outside to the courtyard for 5 minutes*

It's funny when I head outside, the first thing that pops into my mind is "Arghh! Sunshine!" (hisses...hears and feels my skin start to snap, crackle and pop)

I'm kidding...jes forgot my sunglasses.

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Only a few days 'til The DiVinci Code hits theatres (woo!). I finished the book a few weeks back. I've been told the companion book to this one (Angels and Demons) is just as good. I picked that up a few days ago, and it's hard to put down.

My take on the whole deal is – sure it might be a load of codswollop, but the tale (book and myth) is interesting. Regardless of whether or not the information is true, I thought the concept of there being a key figure missing in Christian scripture (especially female and a bloodline to boot) a unique idea to ponder. After all, none of us know how much of any religious writing has been taken out or added in over the years. Many just accept what they’re given as the truth (on faith, as it were).

** On a side note, I made my father laugh when he called back on Easter weekend to quiz me on none other than my knowledge of Christian history. Being a non-practicing person in my faith, there were a few seconds of dead silence coupled with a moment of panic. Thankfully, he didn't ask me to quote any versus (then I'd be screwed). But, I managed to note a few Apostles for one question, knew there was 12, but threw in a quip over Chris Rock never getting to be number thirteen "cuz the bible left the brothas out". I'm horrible. *grins*

Anywho, back to my excitement over the movie. I can't wait to see the historical landmarks, many of which I've never visited, but would like to some day (especially the Louvre). BUT, one key site that I have visited will play a big role in the story. The Rosslyn Chapel (I probably mentioned it before) – It's hard to describe how I felt when I walked into it. It's not a huge building, but it is bigger than a lot of places of worship I've visited. The day I went to see it, it was FREEZING cold (the kind of cold that can put someone's eyes out, if you catch my drift), and the building was being worked (I could only call their procedure "beautifying"). There was no heat within it. There were electrical cords strewn about on the floor for the few lights that were on (most of the light came from outside via way of windows).

Most of what I was thinking focused on the size of the building when I stood inside. (I didn't want to inhale in here in an effort to take in the history - I would have ended up growing icicles out of my nostrils.) Decent sized, but crowded, with the pews and a pulpit in the middle and a praying area up front, and intricately carved columns going along the perimeter (well, one was - the unfortunate show off), the archways and ceiling covered with unusual sculptures and worn wall art depicting Christian and pre-Christian symbols. Meh..I could go on about this place for hours, it was so great just to walk into something that had a history. It was musty, and cold and dank, and I loved every minute of it. Well, not the cold part, but I survived.

The Land of the Free (Ride)

2006-05-09T17:48:00.000-04:00

So, it's been a little over a week since the big to do with the illegal immigration rallies. Countless millions were to to march in cities across the country, waving American flags (and Mexican..wth?!?) as they chanted for their hope for rights in the United States. I agree that they shouldn't be branded felons (what Congress is currently mulling over now) as they do contribute alot (and take alot, courtesy of the taxpayer). HOWEVER, I do think if they are serious about wanting to become US Citizens, they should be given the opportunity to do so (only that, not guest passes unless taxation comes with it). AND they should be required to follow the correct process in obtaining citizenship (heh...you just knew there was a catch there).

Sorry, but considering who I work for, and the folks who work in the company who have had to go through alot to not only obtain citizenship, but get cleared to work here, I'm not going to just wave any ol' Tom, Dick or Jose into the country. If you want to stick around in this grand country, you have to play by our rules. And don't even think of pinning the terms racist or hypocrit on the US for any of the gripe coming from the opposition. Your own country (Mexico) is pegging illegal immigrants from its south (mainly Guatemala) with prison time and deportation; at the same time, pamphlets are being sent out by Mexican government on how their folks can hop into our country safely (and illegally). Seems a little two faced, doesn't it.

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I hung out with friends Rita and Doug for a bit on the weekend. We strolled through Epcot, and let out sighs of relief when we encountered a patch of breeze in the air, or entryway air conditioning that wasn't drowned out by the 90+ degree heat. It was a blast. I enjoyed feeding the squirrels bits of french fries, watching them hold their food and munch away so politely. :)

No..There is...another

2006-05-04T18:20:00.000-04:00

Thanks to a morning email from a friend, I now have a heads up (along with a billion other folks I'm sure) that Lucas has finally decided to release the original Star Wars trilogy on dvd.

It's about FRIGGIN time!

From September 12th to December 31st of this year, each movie will be released on two discs apiece that will include the remastered versions as well. We finally get to see the movies in their original glory, as they should be.

And Han shoots first.

In other exciting news, there's plenty of buzz brewing on the new refurbishments to the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland. Several minor updates to the seance room, along with spectacular updates to the attic (and a twist to the storyline) prove that WDI has a keen interest in keeping the guests well entertained.

They have a wicked sense of humor too.

Strange Things are Afoot at the Circle-K

2006-04-24T18:22:00.000-04:00

The gas station around the corner just dropped a few cents, which is odd considering how much it's gone up. Lately, it has felt and perpetuated the current shortage in available oil (grr - shut up media!). I expect it to rise again though. It should in fact, since alot of the refineries that are looking to produce more ethanol infused gasoline (ethanol is a home-grown renewable fuel made from corn feedstock) are going to shut down, rev back up (the ones in the gulf coast) or cut down on production over the summer to gear up for uber ethanol-gas production a few months from now. Expect the price per gallon to jump another twenty five to fifty cents, and then start dropping ever so slowly over the second half of the summer. Hey, we can't complain in the States (no, really). Folks over in Europe and up in Ca(nan)ada are paying two to three times more, most of that being ciphened off for taxes.

If you're interested in questing for cheaper gas, try the Gas Buddy online tool.

That's it for tonight...I feel like chopping and blending a good salsa for a Mexican dish tonight. Might throw in my heart and brain for extra flavor (meh, who needs em). I wonder if either tastes like chicken? *gags*

A Novel Idea...

2006-04-21T18:53:00.000-04:00

I headed out to an offsite conference this week, meaning away from my usual workspace, and a little ways out of town. Our group went to the same resort we've gone to for the past two years, which was nice in terms of our comfort level with the place, but man do they have gargantuan sized mosquitos! We had several days of presentations, dinners, evening entertainment...even karaoke. But we had a few differences this year. Namely, a more effective planning team. I wasn't into the theme they initially chose (Wizard of Oz - the VP's favorite movie), but when I found out how they were tying it into our own themes for goals and outlook for the year, I understood why they chose it. By the time I got to the resort on the first night, I knew I was in for some fun. The first night was filled with revelry (with or without libations) decorations and positive words in honor of New Orleans (with a modest Mardi Gras theme). The main decore was pretty impressive (think Emerald City on a grand scale - via a decent budget). All the characters surrounded us in stand up cut out form, and music clips played during our breaks, though I think we managed to drown that out with discussions on business, coupled with giggles and jokes from those forever in a play state of mind. A few of the characters were brought to life by the heads of the planning team...the Wizard seemed more Snidely Whiplash-esque, but nonetheless it was still well done.

The next few days had just a little blandness here and there (we all know that can happen...after a few hours of hearing one speaker, the eyes tend to glaze over). But the group figured on that, and injected activities at opportune moments (pre-planned no doubt) that got everyone talking or moving around. Thank goodness, we had to do something to burn off the buffet calories. The reenergizing activities seemed to keep everyone alive and taking notes up to our last day. That was the one day I figured everyone would be sporting the zombie look. Surprisingly, we didn't have a big "hey, let's recap what we've learned" though. We went through about an hour of that, and then had a motivational speaker. Now I'm not much for seminars along these lines, or the self-help books that come along with it, but this guy was fantastic. He gave new meaning to the expression "woo!". He was hyper, but not to the level that we thought "what is this man ON?!" He tied his methods into our own lives (business and personal) for breaking through obstacles, and then had us take it to the next level with a literal and figurative translation. In other words...we took one of our biggest obstacles, wrote it down on a wooden board, and then broke the sucker in half with our best Jackie Chan imitations (he showed us the proper stance). It was pretty amazing to hit the board right on target, having it break in half and seeing little pieces go flying (I prayed my board holder's eyes would remain in tact, and they did). I'm sure nearly everyone can break a board with the right know how. But, adding in the combination of visualizing a break through of sorts happening, along with having a group of cohorts around clapping and cheering during the task made the whole experience pretty amazing. I hope to try it with a few friends some time, to see if they can "break through" barriers in their lives. Brian, you rock...thanks for joining us and taking my cohorts and I through such a unique experience.

http://www.briandbiro.com/

Late last week (prior to all this business shtuff), I received a copy of a friend's book in the mail (happy dance). It is a well rounded, darned good coffee table book on one of my favorite topics (Disney's Haunted Mansion attractions). Written by Jeff Baham (Chef Mayhem of Doombuggies.com and sister site TellNoTales.com), it's filled with great stories, pictures and more from creators and fans of the beloved attractions that house a cavalcade of 999 happy haunts. It's available for purchase at http://www.lulu.com/doombuggies. For me, it makes a perfect companion piece to many of my other collectibles. Happy reading!