one might wonder how this might happen.
Well that was largely uneventful. We had a little storm at my apartment yesterday which I hear tell had a hurricane connected to it. I had every intention of coming here today to relate a wonderfully hilarious story of my kite flying adventures. I spent all of $3 on a SpongeBob kite at Toys-R-Us and was ready to participate in the kite flying equivelant of fishing in Alaska: you pretty much just have to show up for it to work. That was my intention, but it didn’t end up happening. First of all, I slept through most of the storm. (I told you in was uneventful.) Second, my earlier calculations, while leaving room for cancelling due to lightning, had not taken into account the downward force of rain. Third, there was no where near my apartment that I could be assured of not hitting anything: no wide open spaces. Fourth, and last, I am absolutly certain that my $3 kite from Toys-R-Us was not designed with very high requirements and that simply blowing on it hard would bring about its ends. And I know that I said that was my last one, but also I was by myself it would have felt wierd to go kite flying by myself.
In other news, I baked cookies which people ate and enjoyed.
My abilities to read directors’ actions like a book are quite amazing. My abilities to impress those directors with my skills are lacking in amazingness.
Henegar Center Director: 2
Jonathan: 0
To be abundantly clear, I was not cast in Forever Plaid. And for those who might have questioned my recent facial baldness, I was trying to look the part for auditions. But now that that is over, the beard is making a comeback….because I don’t like looking twelve.
well I just finished the second night of auditions for “Forever Plaid”. The auditions happened two nights in a row for about two hours each night. They encourage people to come to both auditions so they can see people together. Anyway, I have a pretty good feeling that I was removed from the running early in the process. One might think that I am just being paranoid, but 15 minutes into the last audition I had with this director I correctly cast all but one of an 11 member cast. I fing out tomorrow regardless, but I would be very surprised. Oh well, that’s life.
For the record, I feel naked.
well, that’s it. Wilma is here and we are officially out of hurricane names.
well I finally got around to getting a new design up which should hopefully be at least usable in all those browsers out there. I should however mention that Internet Explorer has reacted a new low in displaying images incorrectly. The colors are not correct, as you will probably notice since they are just slightly off from the rest of the site. Oh well. You will have to live with it or get Firefox.
You will also notice the previous entry, which is different from the normal posts. Several of the blogs that I read on a regular basis take advantage of such short link-based blogs. They usually are just a short description and a link. At first I didn’t think much of them, but I have recently found myself wanting them and since I didn’t have them. I added them. Expect more of this.
I am in serious danger of becoming a weather nerd. I first found out about this while Katrina was coming through, as lots of people tend to watch what is going on during huricanne watches. There is just something incredibly fun about being about to look at individual buoys.
Hi. I’m Jonathan and I am addicted to LOST. I tried to avoid it. I tried to not get involved. I sat watching people like Ken talk about watching Lost and having his Lost Parties and such. I stayed away for a whole season plus a couple more shows. Then I had to go read about coded numbers and symbols and hidden links on strange websites, and then it was all over. In the past three days I have watched half of the first season, and have recordings of all of the episodes up to this point. I can’t stop myself now. I watched the first ten minutes of the first episode and then knew I was completely hooked. It has now become my official favoirte show.
Speaking of things I do, today I went to the park. It was a nice day, and I happened upon this park a couple of weeks ago and felt like today was a day to grab a book and a camera and spend some time in the out of doors. As I go about my life, doing the various things I do, and going the various places I go, I usually have a list of things (even if subconsciously) that I expect to see and things that I do not expect to see. On the list of things unexpected during my visit to a park in downtown Melbourne, you would almost certainly find roosters. You would of course expect plenty of normal fowl wabbling about: geese, ducks, craine, etc. Roosters are not expected. And yet there we were: me, my book, and a rooster. I went about my business of reading, and the rooster went about his business of faithfully proclaiming the coming of dawn at exactly 3:37, 3:46, 3:47, 3:55, and 4:15. PM not AM of course, because I am not alive at 4:15AM. I think he must have been confused.
So apparently I don’t exactly give off an I-know-stuff-about-furniture vibe. This small bit of self knowledge was given to me by a small woman who I recently met at a local furniture establishment (SWIRMAALFE). I was there just to see what else was there. I had no intention of buying anything. I had no intention of paying their inflated prices. Having noticed my lack of actual furniture, I was out and about looking at what kind of things one might find, and what kind of prices stores might insist that one pay.
This would be a good time to mention my ideal merchandise shopping experience, just in the off chance that any of you ever go into retail. When I walk into a store, the only people I want near me are people who I knew before walking in the door or really before I even drive onto the property. I really would prefer that the sales staff act disinterested in me. If I am walking into a store, one of two things is true. Either I am there for a specific thing and most likely already know exactly what I want and where to find it, or I have nothing I am looking for specifically and just want to meander around. In either case, the sales staff is not of any help. If I do need help, I want to interrupt them, not the other way around. I simply don’t like people hovering around, and I don’t like having to deal with them. If I want help I will ask for it. If I don’t go to them, they should assume I don’t need help. Now back to my story.
The SWIRMAALFE did not have the benefit of reading the previous paragraph. As my foot crossed over the threshold of the door, I could see out of the corner of my eye a small streak of plaid dress making a beeline to me. I did my best to head purposefully in the other direction, but it was without hope. She might have been small, but her legs moved with SWIRMAALFEy determination. The ensuing conversation went something like this:
SWIRMAALFE: Good morning. Can I help you?
Me: No, I am just looking.
SWIRMAALFE: Are you sure I can’t help you find anything?
Me: Yes.
SWIRMAALFE: Have you ever been here before? Can I show you around?
Me: No I haven’t, but I think I can figure it out.
SWIRMAALFE: You can figure it out.
This last comment simply cannot be done justice in print. Those were the words she used, but what she actually said was, “What do you mean you can figure it out? You are lacking in any reasonable ability to find and/or evaluate the furniture in this store. By refusing my offered help, you are making the single greatest mistake in your life.” Some of you might have now noticed how this varies somewhat from my ideal situation. She did thankfully leave after this; or rather she didn’t continue to follow me as I walked away. I didn’t end up spending much time there in the end, as I always felt like someone was watching from behind the next sofa-bed, waiting to pounce the second I showed interest in anything. Oh well.