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Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
1840-1893
The eminent Russian composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky was born on May 7 (N.S.), 1840, in a settlement adjacent to the Kama-Votkinsk Metal Works (managed by his father) in the Ural Mountains. The first mention of his involvement with music appears in a letter of 1844 that reports him as having helped compose a song, "Mama's in Petersburg." At home he heard folk songs, popular arias, and romances sung by his mother, and pieces played by a mechanical organ, among them excerpts from Mozart's Don Giovanni. (Mozart would remain Tchaikovsky's most beloved composer.) Piano lessons, started about the age of five, continued in Saint Petersburg, where he entered boarding school in 1848.
From 1850 to 1859 he attended the School of Jurisprudence, where he assisted in a choir conducted by Gavriil Lomakin and studied piano with Rudolph Kundinger and harmony with Kundinger's brother. Assigned on graduation to the Ministry of Justice, Tchaikovsky continued to be drawn to music, and in 1861 he began classes sponsored by the Russian Music Society. The year after, he left his job and entered the just-founded Saint Petersburg Conservatory. Working zealously under Anton Rubinstein and Nikolai Zaremba, he received a Silver Medal for his graduation cantata on Johann Schiller's An die Freude in December 1865.
Tchaikovsky taught theory in Moscow, joining the faculty of the new Moscow Conservatory when it opened in September 1866. During his 11 years there, he composed his Piano Concerto no. 1 (1875), the ballet Swan Lake (1876), four operas, three symphonies, and many smaller works. He also established close ties with the composers of the nationalist group known as "The Five," especially Mily Balakirev and Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov; the critic Vladimir Stasov called him the "sixth member of their circle."
Marriage in July 1877 to Antonina Miliukova triggered an emotional crisis, perhaps related to his homosexuality, that brought him near suicide. He fled Moscow in a state of turmoil but managed to finish three masterpieces--the Fourth Symphony, the Violin Concerto, and the opera Eugene Onegin--before May 1878, when his wife agreed to separation (they were never divorced). An annuity from Nadezhda von Meck, granted during his crisis, allowed him to quit (1878) teaching. His association with von Meck, begun in an exchange of letters about a commission in 1876, was sustained in voluminous correspondence over 13 years, although they never met. From 1878 to 1885, Tchaikovsky lived sometimes in Russia, sometimes in western Europe. His reputation grew with the Capriccio Italien (1880), the 1812 Overture (1880), and two more operas, as well as the Liturgy (1878) and the Vesper Service (1881). During his last years he lived in or near Moscow. In 1888 Tsar Alexander III granted him a yearly pension.
Tchaikovsky's fame, as both conductor and composer, spread as the result of a series of international tours, which brought him to the United States in 1891. He continued to compose--the ballets Sleeping Beauty (1889) and Nutcracker (1892 - world-renowned as his greatest work), the Fifth (1888), Sixth (1893), and Manfred (1885) Symphonies, and three final operas, including the powerful and theatrical The Queen of Spades (1890). Younger composers emulated him, among them Mikhail Ippolitov-Ivanov and, later, Sergei Rachmaninoff. On Nov. 6 (N. S.), 1893, a few days after conducting the premier of his Sixth Symphony, Tchaikovsky died in Saint Petersburg. Although it was reported that he died of cholera, some scholars now believe that his death was in fact a suicide, the result of a threat to reveal his liaison with a young Russian nobleman.
Tchaikovsky's lyric gift owes much to Russian folk song, which he quotes (First Piano Concerto, Second and Fourth Symphonies) or imitates (First Symphony, Second String Quartet), and to the 19th-century Russian salon song, whose traits permeate his vocal melody (songs and romances, Eugene Onegin) and even infuse his instrumental themes (Fifth and Sixth Symphonies). The expressive pathos of his themes depends on abundant use of suspensions and anticipations, which also pervade his rich harmonies.
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</i>I have no idea why I'm entering a journal entry. I was keeping up with it pretty well for a while there, but now lately-- I've just been Lazy Lazerson and haven't.
BUT, there ARE things to talk about, and surprise, surprise-- they don't all pertain to chili, as some bright young woman in Florida would believe everything in Texas revolves around. No, no my friends... there will BE no chili tales today. --and no baby skunk tales either, so neener.
PROBLEM: The 60-days notice I gave to vacate my apartment is up September 30th. Where am I moving, you ask?
I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!
I've been trying for months to buy my first house. A beautiful little townhouse. I can just barely afford it. But I have to find out if my Mom & Stepdad will help me with ye olde Downe Paymente. They keep hinting that they will, but then don't say anything after that. I need at least 3-4 weeks to close escrow on the place... and if they don't talk to me soon, I'm just screwed and I don't think I can get the place.
Blecch. Not to mention the fact that my ex-wife wrote me and told me she was engaged again. Smart. Been divorced officially for 5 months, and already engaged again. Ahhh, who cares. --at least that's not a boat I'm in. I'm not saying I wouldn't like to get married again someday... I'm just saying that the thought of it scares the hell out of me. I couldn't take being dumped like that again-- just couldn't. I'd be strapped in a nice jacket with extra-extra long sleeves, and making pottery and calming crafts and drawings in an institution somewhere. Yes, yes-- humming all of my favorite '80's commercial jingles and making clay mini-statues of Bea Arthur.
"Gulf---- everything we doooo...
makes dri-ving... bet-ter for you!"
Okay, okay... enough of this jolly gay banter. I called Sarah last night because she got spooked by something while we were chatting online. It was like BOOM! "I gotta go. see ya. 'night." Click! Gone. Most odd. So, I called 'cause I was concerned, obviously. (Yeah I know--sap that I am.) She was very upset-- just thinking about an old friend. We talked about an hour, and by the end, she was laughing and telling stories and her heart was wide open and flooding. =] It made me feel better to know that she was smiling, and I'd helped her to be happy again. That's just the way I am. If someone I care about is obviously upset about something-- I have to try to be there for them. --even if they want to be left alone. (so yes, sometimes I'm annoyingly helpful) I just think it'd be nice to know there's someone who'll always pick up the phone, or come over, whenever you're feeling miserable about something and need someone to vent to and bitch about your life, or remember things fondly, or just cry to and hear from them that everything's gonna be okay.
--someone that can show us what a wonderful world we really live in.
Okay. That's all I can think of right now. --except that the holidays are appraching again. I can tell because our Broadcast Standards & Practices manager is blaring haunted house SFX CDs from her cubicle... meaning we're preparing for Halloween. Pffftt. I love the holidays... but boy-- do they ever suck if you don't have someone to share 'em with. I hate Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas by myself. Care to hear me bitch a little more? No?? How surprising! I think I'm starting to make myself sick with it.
So okay... I'm really done this time. So, in closing-- enjoy Mrs. Hockenburgers Butter Cookies. Your dog will love that fresh liver and tuna taste...... with just a hint of cheese.Current Mood:  bitchy Current Music: Ghostly haunted sounds from the next cubicle over |
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I see - (reference "Was blind, but now...)
I find - , I keep!
I want - "ta Rock 'n Roll ALL ni-iii-iight!... and party ev-er-y day!"
I have - you NOW, you fiend!
I wish - "They-all-could be Calll-i-for-nia Girrrllls..."
I hate - Arkansas, Louisiana, Alabama, and Georgia right now. (They're in the WAY-- of Florida!)
I miss - What about him? Howard Stern's a better radio talk show host than he is...
I fear - The Reaper. Screw you, Blue Oyster Cult.
I feel - St. Elmo's Fire BUR-NIN' in meee-eee....
I hear - you, there! We ALL somewhere! You dig?
I smell - so, I'm gonna take a shower.
I crave - Meow Mix, Meow Mix, Please de-liv-er... I want chicken, I want li-ver...
I search - for something funny to sat here.
I would - invite you! but the queens WE use would NOT excite you...
I wonder - wonder, (hoom badda hoom ba doom - CLAP!) Who wrote the Book of Love??
I regret - having a vulnerable heart. (okay, a real one.. so sue me! =] )
I love - ...muh DEAD GAY SON!! -- Heathers
I ache - ...too muck candy, an' now my teef are 'ticky.
I long - ...and THICK, too!
I am - "..., I said! To no one, led!"
I care - Yeah! As IF! WHAT-everrrr!
I always - miss the Sarahs in my life. <=[
I am not - ...wanting Green Eggs and Ham! I am not wantin' 'em, Sam-I-Am!
I believe - I'll have something to drink. I'm thirsty.
I have faith - (Famous nose-rubbing by Tim McGraw)
I cringe - --at gay porn.
I dance - the night away! "Bee da dee dop bee da doh doh...."
I sing - "Arizona Mooooooooon, KEEEEEEP shi-ninnnnnnnn'...."
I cry - now, 'cause you a big ol' MEANIE!
I like - "to teach the world to sing.... in per-fect har-mo-neeeee..."
I learn - quickly dat you should not keep wasps as pets...
I do not always - eat my veggies... so sue me.
I succeed - my brother in my parents' will-- 'cause him's older dan me.
I fail - 4th gwade. I 'tupid.
I fight - wiff my bwother. HIM 'tupid.
I write - , you rong.
I give - . You win. Now get off of my head.
I win - You lose. Nanna nanna boo boo...
I never - ! HOW could you be so rude! REALLY!
I confuse - You-- please to be explaining again??
I listen - ......to the sound.... of a WHOLE-- NEW-- "O"!
I can usually be found - , so I'm not usually lost for long.
I aim - 'cause it's cooler than AOL's regular old IM.
I am scared - ...can you... please turn on a night light?
I hope - I hope... it's off to work I gope...
I expect - I'll be late this evening, Darling...
I need - A little 5/3" blonde-haired, brown-eyed young woman with freckles and an intense love for Sailor Moon. Know where I could find one? |
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I see - (reference "Was blind, but now...)
I find - , I keep!
I want - "ta Rock 'n Roll ALL ni-iii-iight!... and party ev-er-y day!"
I have - you NOW, you fiend!
I wish - "They-all-could be Calll-i-for-nia Girrrllls..."
I hate - Arkansas, Louisiana, Alabama, and Georgia right now. (They're in the WAY-- of Florida!)
I miss - What about him? Howard Stern's a better radio talk show host than he is...
I fear - The Reaper. Screw you, Blue Oyster Cult.
I feel - St. Elmo's Fire BUR-NIN' in meee-eee....
I hear - you, there! We ALL somewhere! You dig?
I smell - so, I'm gonna take a shower.
I crave - Meow Mix, Meow Mix, Please de-liv-er... I want chicken, I want li-ver...
I search - for something funny to sat here.
I would - invite you! but the queens WE use would NOT excite you...
I wonder - wonder, (hoom badda hoom ba doom - CLAP!) Who wrote the Book of Love??
I regret - having a vulnerable heart. (okay, a real one.. so sue me! =] )
I love - ...muh DEAD GAY SON!! -- Heathers
I ache - ...too muck candy, an' now my teef are 'ticky.
I long - ...and THICK, too!
I am - "..., I said! To no one, led!"
I care - Yeah! As IF! WHAT-everrrr!
I always - miss the Sarahs in my life. <=[
I am not - ...wanting Green Eggs and Ham! I am not wantin' 'em, Sam-I-Am!
I believe - I'll have something to drink. I'm thirsty.
I have faith - (Famous nose-rubbing by Tim McGraw)
I cringe - --at gay porn.
I dance - the night away! "Bee da dee dop bee da doh doh...."
I sing - "Arizona Mooooooooon, KEEEEEEP shi-ninnnnnnnn'...."
I cry - now, 'cause you a big ol' MEANIE!
I like - "to teach the world to sing.... in per-fect har-mo-neeeee..."
I learn - quickly dat you should not keep wasps as pets...
I do not always - eat my veggies... so sue me.
I succeed - my brother in my parents' will-- 'cause him's older dan me.
I fail - 4th gwade. I 'tupid.
I fight - wiff my bwother. HIM 'tupid.
I write - , you rong.
I give - . You win. Now get off of my head.
I win - You lose. Nanna nanna boo boo...
I never - ! HOW could you be so rude! REALLY!
I confuse - You-- please to be explaining again??
I listen - ......to the sound.... of a WHOLE-- NEW-- "O"!
I can usually be found - , so I'm not usually lost for long.
I aim - 'cause it's cooler than AOL's regular old IM.
I am scared - ...can you... please turn on a night light?
I hope - I hope... it's off to work I gope...
I expect - I'll be late this evening, Darling...
I need - A little 5/3" blonde-haired, brown-eyed young woman with freckles and an intense love for Sailor Moon. Know where I could find one?
Aug. 26th, 2001 @ 05:55 pm
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I need help in finding the name of a song from a movie. I can't seem to find it anywhere.
The film is Amazon Women on the Moon. You may remember it. It's like Kentucky Fried Movie. Some think it's a sequel, but those people are wrong. So there.
AWOTM is a pretty good movie, unless it doesn't suit your sense of humor, in which case it's a pretty bad movie. It has lots of cameos and '80's inside jokes (and of course simply everyone who has any sort of film trivia whatsoever already knows all those... so why do all the sites I can find on this film reiterate the same five pieces of common knowledge over and over?)
Here's what I want to know:
To refresh your memory, the film has two sets of credits. It is not completely correct to say that Reckless Youth appears "after the credits" (as IMdB and most other film lookup sites will tell you). In fact, Reckless Youth, the single best sketch in the film, INTERRUPTS the credits. They resume briefly after the sketch ends.
During the first set of credits, the music is Don "No Soul" Simmons (David Alan Grier, thank you very much) singing "Blame It On the Bossa Nova" in a flamenco-singer shirt with flounced sleeves.
During the SECOND set of credits, the music is some... insane uncredited piece of bouncy big band, with weird sound effects interspersed - boings and zings and gunshots and cuckoo clocks. I can hum the whole damned thing from memory. I do not think it is Spike Jones. ::enter Godly music:: I am assuming then, it is someone trying very hard to sound like Spike-- and doing a good job of it, for that matter.
The problem is: where Spike Jones is involved, I am the Humbled and the Penitent. (If you don't know what that means, let's just say that I think-- if "Christ sitteth at the right hand of The Lord"-- then at His left would be ol' Spike himself.)
I will not tell you how many Spike Jones CDs I have - you would shake your head in dismay. I have read the biography. I have even tried (yet failed) to see episodes of his TV show that only live in legacy in me. Spike and I are like that (or would be, if he hadn't died circa 1960 of emphysema).
You must understand, my faithful-yet-confused reader-- the goofier, the zanier, the crazier, the more INSANE a song is-- the more I love it. And I have never, NEVER found this particular song on any known extant Spike Jones recordings - although I still have a number left to accumulate.
I want this song. I want this song, I want this song, I want this song!! (I seem to recall, years ago, checking to see if it was on the AWOTM soundtrack, and it wasn't... If there was even a soundtrack...)
Oh help.... The internet has failed me. Anyone else want to rise to the challenge?
Signed,
Your Undaunting Screwball
Aug. 9th, 2001 @ 03:46 pm
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Gabby brought up the subject of Texas Chili the other day... reminded me of something I wrote long ago. After a brief search, I found it and it is posted below. Hope you enjoy.
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Notes From An Inexperienced Chili Taster...
Recently, I was honored to be selected as an Outstanding Famous Celebrity in Texas, to be a judge at a chili cook-off because no one else wanted to do it. Also the original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking directions to the beer wagon when the call came. I was assured by the other two judges that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy, and besides they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted this as being one of those burdens you endure when you're a radio writer and therefore ?known and adored by all."
Here are the scorecards from the event:
CHILI #1: Mike's Maniac Mobster Monster Chili
JUDGE ONE: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.
JUDGE TWO: Nice, smooth tomato flavor Very mild.
CLINT: Holy smokes, what is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway with it. Took me two beers to put the flames out. Hope that's the worst one. These people are crazy.
CHILI #2: Arthur's Afterburner Chili
JUDGE ONE: Smoky (barbecue?) with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang.
JUDGE TWO: Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
CLINT: Keep this out of reach of children! I'm not sure what I am supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. Shoved my way to the front of the beer line. The barmaid looks like a professional wrestler after a bad night. She was so irritated over my gagging sounds that the snake tattoo under her eye started to twitch. She has arms like Popeye and a face like Ernest Borgnine. I will NOT pick a fight with her.
CHILI #3: Fred's Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili
JUDGE ONE: Excellent firehouse chili! Nice kick. Needs more beans.
JUDGE TWO: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.
CLINT: This has got to be a joke. Call the EPA, I've located a fucking uranium spill! My nose feels like I have been sneezing Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now and got out of my way so I could make it to the beer wagon. Barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. She said her friends call her "Sally". Probably behind her back they call her "Forklift" or "Bush Hog".
CHILI #4: Jim?s Jumpin? Jehosephat Jalapeno Heat Wave
JUDGE ONE: Not much of a flavorful chili. Contestant seemed to be more interested in making it hot than tasty.
JUDGE TWO: Nice sweetness. A little too spicy for my tastes. Too much heat, not enough flavor.
CLINT: AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
CHILI #5: Bubba's Black Magic
JUDGE ONE: Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
JUDGE TWO: Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.
CLINT: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Sally was standing behind me with fresh refills so I wouldn't have to dash over to see her. When she winked at me her snake sort of coiled and uncoiled ... it's kinda cute.
CHILI #6: Linda's Legal Lip Remover
JUDGE ONE: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
JUDGE TWO: Chili using shredded beef; could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
CLINT: My ears are ringing and I can no longer focus my eyes. I burped, and four people in front of me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed hurt when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. Sort of irritates me that one of the other judges asked me to stop screaming.
CHILI #7: Vera's Very Vegetarian Variety
JUDGE ONE: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spice and peppers.
JUDGE TWO: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.
CLINT: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous flames. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except Sally. I
asked if she wants to go dancing later.
CHILI #8: Susan's Screaming Sensation Chili
JUDGE ONE: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
JUDGE TWO: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef threw in canned chili peppers at the last moment. I should note that I am worried about Judge Number 3, he appears to be in a bit of distress.
CLINT: You could put a hand grenade in my mouth and pull the pin and I wouldn't feel it. I've lost the sight in one eye and the world sounds like rushing water. My clothes are covered with chili which slid unnoticed out of my mouth at some point. Good, at autopsy they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing, it's too painful, and I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air I'll just let it in through the hole in my stomach. Call the X-Files people and tell them I've found a super natural phenomenon on my tongue.
CHILI #9: Helen's Mount Saint Chili
JUDGE ONE: This final entry is a good, balanced chili, neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge Number 3 fell and pulled the chili pot on top of himself.
JUDGE TWO: A perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili, safe for all, not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
CLINT: I look like Mick Jagger with leprosy.... The beer is stinging my wounds. Sally said that she will nurse me back to health in her trailer. She?s dragging me off by my feet now, saying something about ?how long it?s been?. I?m going to be asphyxiated under a giant mound of naked tattooed cellulite. Somebody PLEASE put a bullet in my head.
::bow::
Jul. 18th, 2001 @ 08:56 am
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Well, here it is... Friday night. Nothing to do except whine in my Journal.
R?tern nik Akten Di.
Sometimes, I stop and wonder if I'm really worth the effort to some people. They say I am, but then they act like things important to me aren't important to them.
Wik.
I mean-- at least act like you could care about it a little, ya know? Just to spare the other person's feelings.
Als? wik.
I dunno. Maybe I'm just being whiny and needy. Maybe I need too much, or ask too much of everybody.
Als? als? wik.
I think I'm just partially nuts. Lots of constant weird mental stuff over a number of years can play a number on a fella's psyche.
Wi n?t trei a h?liday in Sweden this y?r?
Am I over-sensitive? Do I get paranoid over little things? Why do I doubt myself so much, and that I'm worth enough for anyone to happily go out of their way for me?
See the l?veli lakes.
Ughh... I hate these little manic fits I have once or twice a month. I take one little thing, over-analyze the hell out of it, and then become all paranoid that I'll never be really happy.
The w?nd?rful teleph?ne system.
I wish I could just snap out of it, but the only things that DO snap me out of it, I don't wanna do.
And m?ni interesting furry animals.
One thing I could do is drink a lot. But I can't think of anything mroe depressing than drinking alone. Blah. No thank you.
Including the majestik m??se.
Another thing I could do is sleep. That makes Tomorrow come quicker, and I always feel better in the morning... but I'm writing in my Journal now, so that'll have to wait.
A M??se once bit my sister...
The last thing I can do is be talked back up by people that care about me. But nobody's here... except my 3-year-old daughter. I get her every Thursday, Friday & Saturday. But she's sleeping now.
No realli! She was Karving her initials on the m??se with the sharpened end of an interspace t??thbrush given her by Svenge - her brother-in-law - an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian m?vies: "The H?t Hands of an Oslo Dentist", "Fillings of Passion", "The Huge M?lars of Horst Nordfink"...
We apologise for the fault in the subtitles. Those responsible have been sacked.
--anyway, I'm just feeling bad now, and I'm doing what I can to entertain myself-- so I'm not so damned sad.
Mynd you, m??se bites Kan be pretty nasti...
We apologise again for the fault in the subtitles. Those responsible for sacking the people who have just been sacked have been sacked.
So, I guess there's not much to do about it.. except whine about being sad, and having nothing to do about it, and hugging m??ses trained by YUTTE HERMSGERV?RDENBR?TB?RDA. --with
Special M??se Effects OLAF PROT
M??se Costumes SIGGI CHURCHILL
M??se Choreographed by HORST PROT III
Miss Taylor's M??ses by HENGST DOUGLAS-HOME
M??se trained to mix concrete and sign complicated insurance forms by JURGEN WIGG
M??ses' noses wiped by BJ?RN IRKEST?M-SLATER WALKER
Large m??se on the left hand side of the screen
in the third scene from the end, given a thorough
grounding in Latin, French and "O" Level Geography by BO BENN
Suggestive poses for the M??se suggested by VIC ROTTER
Antler-care by LIV THATCHER
The directors of this Journal hired to continue the writing after the other people had been sacked, wish it to be known that they have just been sacked.
The Journal have been completed in an entirely different style at great expense and at the last minute.
Love,
Clint....... and "RALPH" The Wonder Llama
Assisted By
EARL J. LLAMA
MIKE Q. LLAMA III
SY LLAMA
MERLE Z. LLAMA IX
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FROM "LLAMA-FRESH" FARMS LTD. NEAR PARAGUAY and
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Jul. 13th, 2001 @ 11:34 pm
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Basics
Full name: Clint ::COUGH! mumble:: FORD!
Age: 25. Quarter of a century. ::shudder::
Birthday: January 27th, 1976
Location: Dallas, Texas
Parents names: Ron and Janet
Siblings names: Chad & Josh (Step-brother)
Pets names: Muffin. (My Shih-Tzu! I miss her!!)
Describe your appearance: An Adonis. Oh.. you.. you were expecting more?
Annoyances
Most annoying person you know: Chad, in the mornings.
Most annoying celebrity: Rip Taylor
Most annoying TV character: Screech (after his voice changed)
Most annoying movie character: The Cowardly Lion
Most annoying song: That Pepperidge Farm goldfish commercial song.
Most annoying radio DJ: Pickles the Clown
Most annoying sound: "Clint?? Wake UP!"
Most annoying thing people do: Turn off my fan when I'm sleeping.
Hotties
Hottest actor/actress: Kate Beckinsale
First person you ever thought was hot: Had a crush on a girl named Tracy Beauchamp in Kindergarten...
Hottest person you've kissed: I pulled a "Smooch-Boost" on a model at Time Machine once. She laughed so hard she almost wet herself.
Hottest person you've gone out with: Me.
Which of your friends
Drinks the most: Morgan. (Is he myy friend?)
Gets the most "action": Jason Coleman... no doubt!
Is the worst driver: Holly Kim Wayman!!!
Do you wish you could be for a day: My boss... then I'd promote me!
Is the smartest: Uhhh... we're all about equally-dumb.
Is the most athletic: Holly (dig those wheelchair-arms!)
Would be the first to get married: 5th Amendment
Has horrible luck with the opposite sex: RIGHT here, folks!
Booze Q's
Last time you drank but didn't get drunk: That's right, I didn't. =]
Last time you drank and got totally wasted: The last time I drank with Morgan. Go fig.
Have you ever puked from drinking too much: Ooooh yesssss...
Have you ever passed out from drinking too much: No
Does your personality totally change when your drunk: I get sloppy and mega-horny. ::grin::
Have you ever gotten drunk and hooked up with someone: Nope
Have you ever done something when drunk that got you in a lot of trouble: Not a LOT...
Have your parents ever seen you drunk: My dad. hehehe...
Funny Stuff
Funniest person you know: Chris Garland
Funniest movie: Dumb and Dumber (I know, I know...)
Funniest TV show: South Park
Funniest song: Any "Weird Al" polka!
Funniest celebrity: George Carlin
Funniest photo you have: One of Jason & Chris
Funniest thing that ever happened to you: Birth
Music
Best music genre: Classis Rock
Worst music genre: Country, R&B, Hip-Hop, and Rap
Best CD ever made: (Sorry Sarah.) Ten - Pearl Jam
Worst CD ever made: Regis Philbin whistles Duane Eddy
Most overplayed song: Outside - Stain*d
Song that should be played more: One - Metallica
What's your opinion on
Abortion: Up to the people, not the government.
Death penalty: Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.
"Reality" TV shows: Real TV, MTV's Fear, and Fear Factor.
Britney Spears: Just one night, PLEASE???
Napster: WAS good NOW sucks
Movie nudity: Should be required in theaters.
Have/Would your parents let you
Get something pierced other than your ears: Nah... but I never asked anyway.
Get a tattoo: Same as above, but wouldn't get a tattoo. Not my style.
Dye your hair an unnatural color: I think everyone's done that.
Stay home from school if you didn't feel good even if you looked OK and didn't think you were gonna puke: No way. Fever or school. That was the rule.
Eat whatever you want, whenever you want: Sure
Be in charge of the house for a weekend: Done that
Go out and get drunk: After 21.
Use swear words in the house: So long as it wasn't G-D, and it was rare.
Hoooo... that was fun. mmmm... no it wasn't. Anyway... NEW JOURNAL ENTRY! Yay meeee!
Jul. 12th, 2001 @ 01:15 pm
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| » I'm back |
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Finally back home from Florida. Florida is a beautiful, very tropical place... but it's not home.
Not to me, anyway.
I enjoyed my vacation, (for the most part) but I can't evern describe how nice my very own bed felt when I crawled into it after being up all night flying in across the Gulf of Mexico, and then getting tossed around and scammed by the shuttle service. 9:30 in the morning on Sunday... I got home, and it was pure heaven to crawl into my sheets and shut off the light.
But I miss Sarah. Yes, things didn't go as I'd hoped-- and I'm very disturbed and upset about something I was neglected to be told. But with some time, and some work-- maybe things will work out. But maybe not. One thing's for sure, I need some time away to think things through-- and maybe... in a MONTH or so... things may have a chance.
But life is life... we are who we are. We also will always, always make mistakes. We can't be who we wish we were, even if we try to be. So we have to be accepted for what we can offer now... or in the near future. People are people. How we feel about others is what defines us as individual people. I don't feel like a bad person for how I feel. But I do have enough respect for myself and my morals to wait until the time to act on my feelings is appropriate.
I don't know if any of this makes sense. I'm just venting. Blowing off some steam, and trying to release some of the tension so I don't go to bed with a crippling stress migraine-- like I have every night this past week.
Love you all... all-- three of you that read my Journal. <=]
Jul. 9th, 2001 @ 08:52 am
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| » "Our Father... Who Art in Heaven.........." |
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Please God-- just let me make it to 5 o'clock today without getting laid-off.
Too much to worry about... too much that's kicking me in the brain.
Job... house... Sarah... Chad... vacation... plus the fact that I just realized I'd forgotten for the longest time that I have to take a Defensive Driving class SOON because my time will be up on the 12th. ughhh. If I miss that deadline, they'll issue a warrant for me. Oh... how the joys of life teeter on such a fine line...
I'm done for the day with my work, but I'm gonna work ahead a bit so i can have NOTHING waiting for me on Tuesday. If that's the case, maybe my manager will say, "If you've got all of your work for tomorrow already done, and you're catching an early flight, then don't even worry about coming in. Just sleep in and catch your flight." That'd be REALLY nice! That'd mean only ONE work day next week.
Ughhh... 1 hour, 55 minutes now until 5 o'clock. But Disney Corporate has been known to procrastinate until the last second before. I'm not out of the woods yet.
Okay.. gotta do it...
TIME TO LIFTOFF:
T-minus 93 hours, 54 minutes and counting...
Jun. 29th, 2001 @ 02:46 pm
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| » UPDATE! |
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TIME TO LIFTOFF</u>:
T-minus 164 hours, 24 minutes and counting...
Jun. 26th, 2001 @ 04:34 pm
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| » Make it STOPPPP!! |
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This is turning out to be a REALLY crummy day...
Don't ask me why. Just lots of little things.
I'm all grumpy now. Hmph. Just in a pissy ol' mood. So if anybody gets in my way, youuuuuuuu just-- better watch out! Yeah.... ::snif!::
Ugh.. and Chad's gonna want me to go to the store with him tonight. I'll ask him if we can go tomorrow. I need a nap. I need a cigarette sum'n awful... and I'm hungry. <=[
Poopy day. Poop poop poopy day.Hmm.. maybe we karaoke tonight?
Hmph. Probably not.. but I see...
::wave::
Jun. 26th, 2001 @ 04:27 pm
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Just got the bitchiest call from Denver. Woman was screaming at me because our Disney guidelines don't allow us to claim on the air that something's "The Oldest in Town" without us receiving outside documentation about it first.
The account executive was saying, "What, you think I'm LYING to you about this?? It IS the OLDEST restaurant in Denver!! TRUST me! Just put it in the God-damned script!!"
She treated ME like I was attacking her personally. She had her Regional Manager call me, after threatening to walk out the door and quit... allegedly because of ME. I told the RM that I was following the stipulations of my job, and I'd get fired if I didn't. In the end they ended up calling MY boss... the Production Director... and he just okayed it with no documentation. So... they won, and I look like a fucking schmuck.
Go me... <=[
Jun. 26th, 2001 @ 04:20 pm
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| » For Whom The Bell Tolls -meeeeeeeeeeeee |
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I have a few moments today. 'tis 3 o'clock, and I have nothing to do-- here at my desk at work. So, I sit in my cubie... blocked off from the world. Typing away, and everyone around me hears it, so they think I'm working really hard. =]
Hmm.. what's happening in the life of the Texan Highlander? Ooh! It looks like I'm gonna get that townhouse I wanted to buy. ::beaming:: 25 years old, and I'm already BUYING my first house. ::dance of joy:: Besides the fact of working for Disney, and that I'm chewing gum that tastes like poopy poop poop, ::spittoie:: --I'm gonna have my oqn place... 3 bedrooms and a loft-- with a spiral staircase and vaulted ceilings... a water & botanical garden in the back-- with a hot tub. ::melt:: Yes, yes, yes...
Jun. 26th, 2001 @ 03:01 pm
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| » "It's The Fi-nal Count-downnnn!!" - Europe |
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TIME TO LIFTOFF:
T-minus 194 hours, 36 minutes and counting....
Jun. 25th, 2001 @ 09:24 am
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| » Another DAY, another Journal-entry... |
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Hoo, there is SOOOO much to talk about now, since yesterday!!
No there's not.
I went to a Disney meeting today. They fed us. We got Ruffles & mini pretzels, and chicken-salad sandwiches. They were yucky.
Work, work, work... I got yelled at... loudly by one of our producers in the hallway because I included a "Dino-Bark" in a "Yabba-Dabba-Doo Revue" commercial.. and we don't have a "Dino-bark". I don't know why he was so mad. He was yelling REALLY loud. I asked him to keep it down, and he stormed of looking stupid-- and I stood there scratching my head. Ahh, he quit smoking last week. That's probably it.
I found out I got a huge thumbs-up from Knights Inn for the spot I wrote 'em. They love Sir Duncan and wanna keep him, I think. Yay me. That's another account I won where the credit goes to the salesperson. ::sigh!::
4:51 now. 9 minutes, and I can get in the car, and drive in half-an-hour of heavy traffic to get home... and FINALLY take a nap! Den, I wake up, and I talk to Saywa online. She my faybrit! I keep her. ::keep::
Drat. Somebody swiped all the yecchy extra Ruffles & pretzels. So now I have to eat vending machine BBQ Ruffles & Chex Mix. Mm--- not bad.
This weekend is my first weekend to get to be a Server at Magic Time Machine. Waited 9 months for this. I'm gonna rock, I know it.
TIME TO LIFTOFF:
T-minus 308 hours, and counting....
Jun. 20th, 2001 @ 04:59 pm
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| » *YAWN!* |
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Hmph... tried to call Sarah TWICE today, and gotten the little Callwave thing both times.
"Oysh-- and THEN, THEN I tell ya... she gets MAD at me for calling while she's online! What, what... What's wit all da mad? Enough with the yelling! More wit' da loving. Dat's what I say."
Oops. Murray-leakage. Anyway. it's been... yes, AGAIN... quiet a while since I've posted. But I barely have time to breathe. I have to pencil it in sometimes.
I got promoted to Server yesterday at Time Machine. ::beaming:: Finally, after 9 noths of doing filthy work for about 30 measley bucks a weekend night (sometimes less)-- I have the chance to do a lot less work, and make a lot more. =] --AND I can entertain without getting yelled at. ::grin:: My own tables again! I waited tables for 2 years in early 20's. Now it's all kinda flashin' back to me. =]
Hmm... what else? What else... man, I wish I could make friends as easily as Sarah does. I'd have a lot more people to talk about. Hmm.. so, could I borrow you guys for a while? Gabby? Jaime? Dipika? Jesse? (Aww, I know you're in Cali. But hey, anyone that can do that cool purple-eye thing with their picture is my buddy!)
Man, I wish I could do that neat picture stuff...
Man, I wish I had more time... to have more of a life than I do...
Man, I wish I could stop bitching. <=]
I finished work early today, and now I'm fiddling around. I called my brother, but he was busy. I looked up Robocop on the internet-- 'cause Chad & I watched it last night, and it's cool. Tried callin' Saywa twice, but got her little "I'm online" jingle, and rather than speaking, I left her a commercial we just produced up here at Disney. Though it might make her smile.
LIST DIRECTIVES:
1. SERVE THE PUBLIC TRUST.
2. PROTECT THE INNOCENT.
3. UPHOLD THE LAW.
Ya see how bored I am? <=]
Hooooooooo!! I'm going to Florrrrrrrridaaaa in two weeks. It's gonna be 'spensive, but I don't care. I have a bunch saved up, and CHRIST I need a vacation. Besides... the ends justify the means. I'll have a great time... I know I will. -and while it'll break my heart to have to leave, I'll still have something more valuable: memories to recall and hold close.
If you guys don't know what I'm talking about, then you probably don't need to know anyway. So there. Ha! Neener neener, plllbbbbtttt.....
I had to work all day on Father's Day... that sucked.
Chad's baby bird flew away after one day. So either it just needed a day of food and rest to get strong enough-- or it just couldn't take his breath anymore. =]
Q: What happened to the two peanuts as they walked down New York Avenue?
A: They were aSALTed! HA HA HAAA!!!
::grunt::
haven't heard from Paul in two weeks about when we're shooting the next few scenes in the TV show. Is this EVER gonna happen? --or maybe I could just be a little mroe negative about things, HMMM?
Okay. I'm quittin' for now. Maye say more later. I vanish now. Ta!
::BAMF!::
Jun. 18th, 2001 @ 03:06 pm
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| » Yikes... |
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Okay... yikes for a couple of reasons...
Yikes #1: I take too damned long to write new Journal entries.
Yikes #2: I did it. I bought the tickets, and I'm going to set the reservations at the Holiday Inn near her house. --the one she and Gabby rape often.
I'm flying to Florida to see <ahref="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=saywa">Sarah.
She doesn't know that I've fought with myself all my life, just like she has. --that I constantly have to swallow my panic attacks. --that I finally found my place inside of me that supresses them, and I can deal with them now.
But the idea of this is making me try to have one every time I think about it. But I'm okay. I can do this. I want to see her more than I'm afraid of panicking. I've supressed it all my life, and now I have total control. Maybe I can help her with hers, and give her all of the things I'd wished I'd had when I was younger.
But I am scared.
I'm scared because I swore myself off to caring anymore. After the horrible, horrible way my marriage ended, I said I'd never care again, and no one would ever get into my heart again.
I'm so afraid of what I'm going to feel when I get there. But I feel like I have to do this, or I'll hate myself and never ever forgive myself. I have to know.
Okay--
Yikes #3: The TV show is getting some really good shoots... when the shoots happen. the Exec. roducer never sets up beforehand, and we use 2/3rds of the time setting up mics, set, scenery, and all 3 cameras.
The cast is getting really pissed because we're getting an hour to shoot, and the quality is starting to suck because we can't spend ANY time on a scene. We have to blow right through them.
Something's gotta give. God-- just don't let it be me.
Jun. 10th, 2001 @ 02:06 pm
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