Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Ever have one'a those days?

So in a nutshell, I assemble and run a chipper/shredder, only to discover
(to my horror) that I forgot to add oil. Engine + gas - oil = engine no
run no mo. Prolly going to have to get my boss people involved. Great.

So then as I'm happily assembling grills for Labor Day weekend, I spill my
coffee. I SPILLED MY COFFEE, MAN! You can't comprehend what a bummer
that is, and I'm only up to my lunch break at this point...

Monday, August 29, 2005

What a wonderful unplanned evening I just had. It all started as I was shooshed out of the house for a while, so I decided that I would get a pitcher at D's and stare at muted sports. As fate would have it, D's was closed...

So I park by the levee and decide to walk around town. I approach two guys on those long-haul bikes that you sit in like a la-z-boy with your feet pedaling out in front of you. I stop and ask if they're from around here. One of the two guys, Valentine (no, names have not been changed), was from Cincinnati, and had spent yesterday biking up to Yellow Springs, where he met up with the other dude, Eric. We proceed to have a lovely conversation about the legality of pitching tents on land here in town, and I start telling them all sorts of neat historical facts about Troy. After about a half an hour's conversation, it has gotten dark and they need to find a place to stay. I suggest the flood plane, as it is pitch dark down there, and there aren't any bike cops patrolling any more. We say goodbye and I walk on.

While crossing the Market St. Bridge, there is a sticker on a light pole for (what I later discover to be a porn thumbnail gallery post) JesusLovesPorn.net, bearing the same graphic as at the head of the page. Greatly amused, I tear the sticker off the pole and pocket it.

I walk over to the Riverview, this little concrete area with a few benches that they put up about 11 years ago, and sit and watch the world go by for a bit. Naturally, just as I get comfy and get a nice daydream going, I have to pee, so I walk over to The B next door. There's only two people inside, the bartender and his friend. I ask to use the bathroom, and as I do, I notice something written on the wall: "Ask the barkeep for a baldman, it'll fuck you up". So, as I leave I ask the dude what's in a 'baldman'. He says "Dude, think about it. Bald. Man. Men's bathroom..."

Ohhhhhhh, I get it.

So off I go with $6 burning a hole in my pocket. I figure I'll walk around for a while and then go back home if nothing strikes my fancy. As I pass the L&V, I look inside to see two very attractive ladies (one obviously working, as she was in an apron), and decide this is the perfect spot for a beer or two. So in I go, order a Bud Light, and sip my ale while watching footage of hurricane Katrina. As I finish, the bartender asks me if I'd like another. I notice on the board that they have a drink called a Hawaiian-something (I forget) for $3. She says she made it up herself, and that it's kinda girly. I reassure her I'm the least manly man she'll ever meet, and I'd love to try her invention.

It was delicious, but yes, a tad effeminate. Like that's ever bothered me.

Long story short, I spend about three hours in there chitchatting with Bgirl (the bartender), and Lgirl, who I learn also works there, she just wasn't on the clock. They get talking about the piano in the corner, and I talk Lgirl into playing an original tune. It was beautiful, despite her insistance that it wasn't. I spend a good several hours talking with them and C-dude, a regular. As 11:30 approaches, they need to leave, so I scribble down my flickr address in return for her musical handiwork. As I'm walking out, Lgirl gives me a hug. I thank her for the song and the hug, and walk the entire way back to the car with a huge doofy grin.

I am so totally going to rock when I'm single.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Wolfe (pronounced "wolf-ee") on the bookshelf. It was too dark not to use the flash, too bad the fill flash was too bright. Oh well. Anyway, the following photos were taken with Kodak Hi-Def 400 film, my favorite over-the-counter film yet. Just bought some Fuji True Definition film, anxious to see how it stacks up.
Again
This is the Mirthmobile the day I bounced it off the rail.
Mirth Mobile
Flowers, Oregon District. After braving this shot, I was mercilessly chased away by bees. I am deathly afraid of bees. Bees are evil.
Perfectly ripped poster, Oregon District
Graffiti, Oregon District
Ivy, Oregon District
Oregon District. Not sure why I took this photo. Maybe it was the big floor-to-ceiling windows or something.
Alley cat in the Oregon District.
Oregon District
Oregon District
Oregon District
Clear Channel building in the Oregon District. Wiley's has some big names come through. I should go there some time.
Ok, a little explanation... this was taken outside the Clear Channel building. The green guy is a DJ for the pop station. The girl is a contestant trying to get Green Day tickets by lasting an entire 30-minute public "date" with him. I just happened to be passing by. Finally, somebody with boobs and a belly comparable or bigger to my own. (note the shadows on the chest area of my shirt. they're there. I make no false pretenses)
Neat little half-spherical sculpture made of twisted silverware. Too bad the shot is slightly out of focus. Fucking autofocus.
Flower bed at our friends Nancy and Rick's house.
Up close. Can't resist flowers, they're so easy to make great photos from.
In the elevator at the OIP&T office.
Details from the John Henry Patterson Memorial in Kettering.

detail
Hand and book detail.
"Gee, it would really scare the crap out of me if I looked up and saw a horse staring at me.......

GAAAAAA!!!"
back-lit
From the inscription underneath the dude on the horse.
Big wide-open aperture...
Itty bitty little aperture.
Sunset at the Town & Country shopping center in Kettering, Ohio. What a brilliant orangey/peachy sunset it was.
I like the poles better in this one, but the color isn't as brilliant.
And saving the best for last... one I took of me at Town & Country shopping center with my tripod. God, doesn't it look lonely? I'm such a brooding tortured artist...
Just under three months left, and the packing has already commenced, hopefully keeping any last-minute rushing down to a minimum. I've already moved three or four boxes of stuff up to my old room at Mom's. Felt good to be back up there again.

Weird, but good.

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Saturday, August 27, 2005

Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention...

... that thursday was my birthday. 27 years old. No big deal. Met up
with Viv for a lovely breakfast, then off to run errands. Gift to myself:
a nice pair of shoes from Target. Bye-bye combat boots for day-to-day
footwear. I'll keep them for more as a fashion accessory to the
Utilikilt. Kilts and tennis shoes look weird.

Anyway... off to walk around the Fairfield Mall, and wouldn't you know,
but as we were walking out of Hot Topic, I (as I usually do to everybody)
smiled politely at a strikingly attractive young lass walking by. She
smiled back. I look away, but after a few steps I look back at her, and
she's still smiling at me! (and it was one of those 1/4 sideways
one-eyebrow-raised looks, too!)

Good stuff. Anyway, picked up a few rolls of film from Wal-Mart (save me
the speech, their quality is top-notch and at least $3 cheaper than
anywhere else) and BK Photo. I'll post them later tonight.

Friday morning, I arrive at work where Marcella, my buddy (I call her
'chopstick' because she always has a stick holding her hair up), handed me
a pan of chocolate chip brownies she baked, and a can of coke. I gave her
a great big bear hug. You know, the kind that oscillates side-to-side
with an "er-er-er-er" sound. :-) I love giving hugs.

It was a pretty darned good birthday.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

You know, in light of a recent IM conversation with Chickpea, I realize that when I fantasize about women I honestly and truly like, I can't picture them in a sexual situation. The incoherency-inducing cashier? Oh yeah, baby, it's on! Any number of other cashiers where I work? Grab the motion lotion and paper towels! But others?

Texas - I fantasize about having a slow-motion movie moment at the DFW airport terminal with you.

Steff - I fantasize about sitting on a patio at night with you and GayBoy getting stoned and talking till morning.

Chickpea - I fantasize about sitting next to you on a couch, shoulder to shoulder, watching Iron Chef and marvelling over little carrot pagodas... and picking out bags at Target... and getting slurpees.

Stacy - I want to get drunk with you watching your husband's band at some club.

Angela - No need. The moment by the river will last me a lifetime.

Nan - ok, there's no fantasy here, but I keep reading you because you give me hope that someday somebody will again care for me as deeply as you do for your Oil Man.

Orb - again, there's no fantasy, but I think we could be really good friends if we lived near each other, providing counterpoints to each others' points of view.

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Honestly, isn't it weird how that happens?

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What a refreshing, rejuvenating, hope-instilling thing a solid session of communication with another person can be.
Last night while at Stillwater, emptying trash cans in the office, I noticed something that made me wonder. One employee is a former Marine, and on the fabric wall of his cubicle he had two pictures hanging up... one of a woman standing by herself, and one "prom photo"-style wallet sized photo of himself standing in his uniform with a different woman in a ball gown. These photos had been there for a very good long time, and I always wondered who the two beautiful women were.

Last night as I wheeled my cart up to his cube and reached for the trash can, I noticed the previous photos on the wall had been replaced by two snapshots of him with a new woman. Resting on top of the papers and soda cans in his wastebasket were the former photos, meticulously torn into tiny pieces.

I don't know why, but this made me really sad.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

I put on my headphones and listend to Zero 7's "When It Falls". No matter what, their music gives me hope. It is the soundtrack to the life I daydream of.

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We went over to our friend Becky's place last night. She's got two adorable daughters, and her youngest just learned to sit up. While watching "War of the Roses", they went outside to smoke and have a girls-only chat, so I stayed in to keep an eye on the kids. The littlest one started making a fuss, so I sat cross-legged by her chair/rocker thingy and sat her up on my lap. It was so cute! She sat there so well behaved, sucking on her pacifier and paying attention alternately to the TV and to this little rattly stuffed puppy I held for her. She grabbed my hair a couple of times... I'm now minus a few strands. :-)

Her older daughter sat at my other side and kept asking why the people in the movie were being mean to each other. (note to self... don't show little kids "War of the Roses") I had to explain to her that the man and woman were only pretending to be mean to show us how silly it is, and how we should all really be nice to each other in real life. That's why we laugh at it, because they're acting silly. I think she understood. She then proceeded to tell me how one time she went to the bathroom and it looked like a salad.

I can't wait to have kids some day. :-)

Friday, August 19, 2005

I don't get it....

Ok, so in a rare moment of temporary bachelorhood, I am left to my own devices at the apartment tonight. Naturally, after interviewing for a part-time job at Night Sky Coffee (a trendy coffee shop here in Troy), I make a beeline for Dunaways, the pub (as you may well remember) from St. Patrick's day. I have a legitimate (as well as one ulterior) motive for going here. 1) Their beer is inexpensive 2) One of the waitresses, upon hearing a while ago what's going on in my life, said that she would absolutely have to drink with me, despite whether she was on the clock or not.

I don't get it. In a nutshell, I get there at 8pm, watch silent little league baseball on espn, drink a pitcher, am asked by a dude and his chick to move over one stool, and he buys me a shot for my trouble, drink another pitcher, watch as the aforementioned waitress sits and drinks with a group of older people then leaves (not like I expected anything, but it's hard not to get one's hopes up, you know?), get talked to by one of the ladies from the group of older people (she calls me cute and keeps touching my arm, which feels good), and leave three and a half hours after getting there.

I don't get it. Bars look like so much fun in the movies and on TV, but really, all you do is sit there, stare at a slient tv showing shit you couldn't care less about, get drunk, and leave. What's the freakin point? I fail to see the attraction.

You can buy higher quality alcohol for much less money from the store, and get trahsed in the comfort of your own living room. Am I missing something?

The Verdict Is In...

... and it's official: Drunk Andy with crush + sober girl of his affection = Andy making complete fool of himself.

Had a much missed thursday night beer 'n bitch fest with Angela, after a good five week hiatus. The Danny Voris Trio was playing, featuring of course the stunning Stephanie Westfall. Let's just say that I suffer from verbal incontinence while under the influence. I'll explain later.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Sesame Street Live is coming to Dayton. I cheered when I heard the name of the show:




Super Grover! Ready for Action!

Hell yes I am!

Saturday, August 13, 2005


Thunderstorm! Yay!
(I'm in Troy)
Ok, a few things over the last few days...

1) I was at Sinclair's bookstore with Caro while she bought books for fall quarter. The girl in line ahead of us had these great tattoos on her arms, as well as full-back angel wing outlines. I complimented her on the tattoos, and a nice conversation ensued. After a few minutes of chitchatting, her friend she was with finished her purchase, and they had to go. That was the end of it, as I had places to be and things to do.

BUT! But, but, but... even as rousing a success this was as an exercise in overcoming my abject shyness, I have a question. Hypothetically, were I by myself, what could I have said to her to indicate that I thought she was cool, and would like to hang out and continue the conversation some time later? Of course, I wouldn't say what I just typed, that would be weird. Honestly, though, for when I actually hit the playing field, what are some things I could say in that type of situation to express that I don't want that to be our last meeting?

Any advice would be greatly appreciated. I've asked around at work, and gotten a few answers. I'll compare notes with you in a while.

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2) Remember the Incoherency-inducing cashier from a week or so ago? Well, (to make a long story short), she was working today, and we said a few "Hi, howya doing?"'s throughout the day. As I was walking out to go home, she was at the register right by the exit doors. I said "see ya later!", and she said "Bye! Sure you don't wanna take me with you?"

I know what she meant... meaning that she didn't want to be there at work, but naturally, the Witty Banter division of he Brain department goes bye-bye. I say something along the lines of "Well... where do you want to go?"

In my defense, and at the very least, I stumbled through this with a smile instead of my usual dumb-founded, "I have no idea why you said that" look, so this is a forward step. She laughs back, "I'm just kidding." I say (still wearing the goofy grin) "I know. See you next week."

Of course, as I reach the van at the far reaches of the parking lot, my wits return, and with a firm Homer Simpson-style thump to the forehead, it strikes me: I should've said, with a sly yet I-know-you're-only-kidding smile... "Hop on in." Rico Suave, I am most decidedly not. Hell, I'd give anything for Don Knotts' cool verbal dexterity. Figuring I'll pretty much have to bank on the cute, shy-nice-awkward-silly-slightly bigger guy factor.

But I do sense the first stones being laid in the foundation of a possible future social life. This tickles me to no end.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Good Times

I wrecked the Mirth-mobile today. Don't worry, I'm 100% fine. Not a scratch. Really, if the fates had pre-ordained me to crash, this was possibly the most ideal wreck one could have. A little back story...

(skiddly-doo! skiddly-doo! skiddly-doo!)

My front drive tires were getting old and worn a few months ago, so Caro's grandparents generously sprung for a set of "barely used" tires. Well, my back tires (like they do) really began to get beat up, so just yesterday they took me to Sam's Club and bought me two brand spankin' new Goodrich tires (made here in Troy, BTW), and moved the "new" cheap tires to the rear.

You can see where this is going.

Today, as I drove to Tipp City to pick up Caro, it began to rain. Southbound exit 69 (Yes, 69. Go ahead, we snicker about it too.) is two curves, one really sharp one to the right just as you get off (pun intended), and another gradual one up to 25-A. Well, as I took the first curve, the BF Goodrich tires did a fantastic job of sticking to the road. Unfortunately, the back ones slid out from behind me as if on a thick sheet of smooth ice. One nearly lateral fishtail later, I was bouncing off the guard rail and sliding across the lane to come to rest in the grass on the other side, facing where I came from. Not noticing any steam to indicate a busted radiator, I left the engine on and drove forward in the grass a few feet. Engine purred, and no scraping or weird noises as I moved forward.

To make a long story short, it was only superficial damage as the hood, plastic wheel well thingy, bumper, passenger side fender, and headlight fixture were destroyed, but the engine was fine. And so was I.

Really, I've been in such a fantastically good mood all day that all I really did was shrug this off. Actually, it was kinda fun. The only scary part was hitting the rail. I was scared to death that the airbag would deploy in my face. But it didn't, and will full coverage, I'll only have to pay the $500 deductible. Well, that and court costs for my "failure to control" citation, but the cop said that the judge would probably drop any fines.

All in all, I don't think this crash could've gone any better.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

The show...

Oh, the uncharted waters...

Conditions have recently changed in my life, so that lately I've been thinking. In a past IM conversation with Chickpea, I mentioned that I'd rather die entangled in jellyfish tentacles than be in another relationship. Of course, she called me on my bullshit, telling me that I do want to be tied down with the right girl.

There is truth to that, as I replied to her that I can't freakin wait to fall in love, but at the same time, I have some very fond memories of spending time by myself. I remember going to the movie theatre at the mall and seeing "The Net" (remember that old Sandra Bullock movie?), and then going to the food court and treating myself to a nice big slice of pizza. And only a few years ago, when Caro went out to visit her mom in New Jersey, one night I picked up a magazine, headed over to Olive Garden, and had a wonderful meal, complete with appetizer and dessert. Afterwards, I cruised over to Yellow Springs, skated around town for a bit, and caught a musical performance at Peach's Grill. Those are solitary moments that I look back on as absolute bliss.

But then, maybe they would've been infinitely greater had I somebody to share them with. Who knows? I have no basis for comparison.

... which leads to a very pleasant problem: somebody likes me. And this isn't just 'like' with a lower-case l, it's the good ol' Wonder Years "she Likes me, likes me". (do you have any idea how long that took to sink in? Still having trouble swallowing it.) I have to admit, I really like her too.

"What's the problem?" I hear you ask.

Well... as mentioned to Chickpea, I'm so eager (nigh desperate) to find people who accept me, that I'm afraid I'll mistake the heady intoxicated feeling of being wanted for the real deal, and lead her on... to disaster. See, I don't trust myself, and I really don't want to be anything other than 100% fair. My quandary: 1) I like being alone too much, and 2) I'm afraid my eye will start roving. At the same time, though, damn she's all I can think about. (and talk about at work)

But then, maybe I'm reading too much into the situation. She'll probably read this and think "Jeez, Andy. Chill the fuck out." Really, it's that I've never had to deal with people before, and I don't have a clue how this works. I've always had a distance from having to socialize more than day-to-day pleasantries. Actual personal interaction is foreign to me, and frankly, I'm scared to death and chomping at the bit at the same time.

But there isn't anything I can't learn.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

I've a sneaking suspicion that the film project I'm involved in is falling spectacularly to pieces.

Monday, August 08, 2005


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Excellent news... I got accepted to the Ohio Institute of Photography and Technology. I'll be starting winter quarter. The best part of it is (even greater than the 10:1 chicks to dudes ratio) is that they require digital SLR's, and for those that don't already have one, they'll include one in the price of the tuition, so student loans will cover it. I'm gonna get at the very least a Nikon D70 kit in January! Gonna ask if I can get the Canon EOS D20 body, though.

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Talked again to Texas Gurl on the phone tonight. I am so so so looking forward to meeting her!

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Scanned these at my aunt's house tonight. Discovered that her scanner goes up to 600 dpi, but somehow just doesn't grasp colors. They sell negative scanners, though, and I hope to buy one some day. For now, here's a picture of some flowers in my bathroom. I just did this to finish the roll, but it turns out my flash doesn't was colors out nearly as much as I thought.

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This was taken by Angela on that night we went out and I jumped the curb at her urging. The one I took waaay overexposed and looked like this big fuzzy white blob. When I asked her if she wanted to go with me the night I took the b&w shots, she said no, but that she wanted to try night photography... so I gave her the opportunity to burn off as many exposures as she wanted. Ever so polite, she only took one. Turned out great, though.

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I like how the moon looks like it is somehow resting on the layered clouds beneath it.

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This was the best of several shots where a thin wisp of cloud dissected the moon.

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And again. I like the composition of this one, with the suggestion of the checkmark-shaped treeline, the moon resting in the notch.

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I just thought this looked lonely. Something about the beam sticking out above the door at the top of the steps, and the way it cast its shadow.

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Flowers on the campus of Sinclair Community College in Dayton, Ohio. Too bad this is a scan of a print done on a Lexmark, so even at 600 dpi, the color isn't nearly as brilliant as the print or the negative. Got a couple shots of these, but this was my favorite. The light was right-on.

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My next door neighbor's friend comes over every now and again with his '82 Sturgis Edition Harley. He just spent last winter with his father tearing it apart piece by piece and restoring it. I happened to have a fresh roll of Kodak UC 400 in the camera, so I asked to take a few pictures. He wheeled it out to the sidewalk where it sat in that wonderful golden lateral late-afternoon sunlight. Too bad I don't have a lens hood, so most of the photos have glare spots. Oh well. Live and learn.

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Hand-painted tank.

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Shiny bits and logo inclusion

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Had to get the "Sturgis"

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Nice wide side shot.

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Aside from the sunlight spots, this one is my favorite.

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Again with the logo inclusion. I like this one.

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Another wide shot

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Harley

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Rico "Grover" Suave