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[numberoneblind]

So yeah, I haven't done a good update in a while. Let's see here.


Tuesday was my birthday. Most of the day was uneventful. Adam (chipmunkquinn) said he'd take me out to dinner, so he picked me up at the high school after build. I was a little suspiscious of his insistence on Pizza Hut, since it was my birthday and all, but yeah, I went with it. So we go in there, and he drags me back to the corner booth... where, like, 7 of my friends are. Apparently my mother's "surprise" for my birthday was orchestrating a surprise party -- she recruited my friends for some of the prep and the getting-me-there, and also left an ice cream cake there for it as well as her credit card number so we could just order whatever we wanted. Let's see... the people there were Bree, Deanna, Kate, Sara, Alaina, Amy, Adam, Sarah W, and later on, Ali. So yeah. It was really awesome... we spent something like 2 hours there, the only people in the restaurant. And I got presents and stuff, and some really great cards (Timmy, yours was the best -- TENTACLE!). Also there were party favors my mother left... I now am the proud owner of a giant rubber tarantula. BOOYAH.


I haven't gotten many presents, because most of the ones my mother ordered online have decided not to ship yet. Thus far:
-- an anthology of stuff from The Onion and a $50 Barnes & Noble gift certificate from my father
-- Macromedia Studio MX (Dreamweaver, Flash, etc... O_O), from my parents
-- Scene Design and Stage Lighting, from my mother
-- a "photo mobile" from Kate... REALLY cool
-- a spiffy candleholder from Bree
-- a bag of Riesen (WHEE! *drool*) and a picture frame from Sara
-- a choker, a keychain, and stuff from Alaina


So yeah. And the last two days have been uneventful enough, anyway. I seem to be on an editing binge -- last night I proofread a research paper for Tim (lostfaroutthere), and then today I proofread/edited a story Katrina wrote. Which I have to get back to her, but it's spring break now... hm. Well, maybe I'll drive it over some time or something. Editing for friends is fun, anyway, because when they write something in a way that sounds like it means something different than was intended, I get to illustrate it:



Today's build was tremendously annoying, even if I accomplished a lot.

Okay, so I had to build the base for one of the columns that are on the sides of two of the wall unit wagons... this is a quick diagram of what I had to build.



It's a top view; the shaded squares are actually pieces of 2x2 that stuck up 6" above the rest of the framing.

So anyway, first I built one of those, sans the protrudy bits. Then Matt and I went to put on the 2x2 pieces... and the set designer gave us the WRONG FUCKING MEASUREMENTS. We had 3 of them toenailed in, which is a pain in the ass, before I noticed that the one I had to take measurements for based on a completed column base was 2" closer to the edge than his, and called him over, only for him to say, "Oh, by the way, it's 11 inches from centerpoint, not 9 inches..." GAH. So we attached the one I measured for, and fixed all the other ones.

So I go take a look at the other side... and one of the main boards is, um, an inch shorter than it's supposed to be, so the whole framing is fucked. I cut a new board and fix it. I then build the remainder of the framing (only 4 pieces had been in place)... and realize, when I get to the LAST BOARD, that whoever built it had fucked up just in general and not centered it properly. Had to take most of it apart so as to be able to move it.

I get done with that, and I'm starting to get pissed -- because everyone else is goofing off, while *I* fix their fuck-ups. And then the goddamn set designer, Nick, shows up again and wants me to toenail in the 2x2 pieces on THIS frame, too. I got Matt to help me, things still fucked up like crazy, but both of us were too pissed at Nick by this point to much care. He then asked us to build ANOTHER FUCKING BASE even though we only had a half-hour of build left, but Matt gave him a look that said "You have 2 seconds to get the fuck away or this drill will be UP YOUR ASS," and so he gave up.

Nick then proceeded to piss EVERYONE off by trying to boss us around during clean-up. Um, yes, asshole, we know how to fucking clean up the workshop, we've done it 50 zillion times, and anyway, YOU ARE NOT OUR BOSS. You are a fucking incompentant moron who doesn't know what the hell you're doing.

Okay, done ranting now.




So, uh. Yeah. It's Spring Break now. ...Yay.


Anyway...

Comments

[lhstrumpet.livejournal.com]

let it be known i went shopping with tim for that present....lol

[a-domestic.livejournal.com]

You have 2 seconds to get the fuck away or this drill will be UP YOUR ASS

That is my favourite facial expression... ever.

[a-domestic.livejournal.com]

I'm going to credit that incoherent statement to horrendous allergies.. and no medication.

[numberoneblind.livejournal.com]

Heh, that's not THAT incoherent... because there IS a kind of general facial expression that accompanies threats like that, and it is an amusing facial expression. Especially when you would REALLY like to see said threat be carried out.

yeah, I'm not coherent either. x_x

[a-domestic.livejournal.com]

<font size='-2">If we were in a coherent contest, you would win. But if we were in a glazed devil's food donut contest, I would be the victor.

[lostfaroutthere.livejournal.com]

OMG! That picture (the Inhaling one) is great!

I laughed so hard, I couldn't breathe. Then, I caught my breathe, looked at it again, and started laughing.

And, I still am.

LMAO!