Mother FUCKER!

Mother FUCKER!

I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I try not to swear too much in this thing. At the very least not in the subject. But sometimes it’s just fully justified and warranted.

Flogging Molly — the same Flogging Molly that I’ve seen about a half dozen times, at least half of those on the occasion of Saint Patrick’s Day — will be playing Chicago’s Congress Theater instead of anywhere in Arizona on March 17th this year.

This fucking sucks.

Just sayin’.

~A.

Holy damn!

Holy damn!

The Mediaeval Baebes are gonna be performing at the Arizona Renaissance Festival!!! Not only that, they’re gonna be performing the first two weeks of February, four times a day on the Falconer’s Heath.

So, uh, if you guys are looking for me in February, you’ll know where to find me…

What are the stalking laws related to entire bands?

~A.

Killing Time

Killing Time

Effing anything other than tidy my flat. I’ve got random remnants from unknown numbers of holidays scattered about the place, including gift bags, stocking stuffers that I don’t know what to do with, and of course the obligatory dirty clothes on the ground and clean clothes on elevated surfaces (that’s how you know they’re clean!).

Well, things are changing. We’ve had a . . . management reshuffling . . . at work. My immediate boss is no longer with the company, and they’ve promoted a guy that I’ve known for a while, though not well, to take his place. It’s certainly an unexpected, though definitely not an unwelcome change. It means that we actually work a bit harder because, well, this new boss actually knows about tech and so is a bit more on the ball with things, but that’s OK. It also means that I’ve had my schedule shifted slightly to an hour earlier each day (so now I work 6am to 2:30pm), but I’m actually rather OK with that because it means I’ll miss a LOT of traffic on my way in to work. The only problem is that this new boss was unaware of the previous conversations I had had with the old boss about Faire coming up and my absolute need for a Monday through Friday schedule for the months of February and March. He’s aware now . . . let’s see if he does anything about it (as I was promised from my very first effing interview!!).

Other than that, life pretty much continues. I welcomed New Year with a whimper rather than a bang. I was so ill I ended up begging off all three of the NYE parties that I was invited to. I was awake for the ball drop, but only by dint of my alarm clock. I had fallen asleep in my nice and comfy new Tempur-Pedic bed (ahhhhh).

Faire also is coming up, which has me all sorts of excited. My doublet is currently with a gorgeous young woman named Liz who is working away at adding sleeves to it, per our new costume requirements. Things could be worse, I could be required to get an entirely new costume as some people were. Unfortunately, the third member of our party has decided that she’s too good for Faire this year, and so has dropped out. Yes, my sister Carrie will not be participating this year, so instead it will just be Michael and me. Eh, it’s all good. She kept being that irritating voice of . . . oh, what do you call that . . . oh yes, conscience. We don’t need those. Bah.

OK, enough time killed. Must away. Be well, everyone.

~A.

P.S. Pictures from Christmas posted under the Personal Galleries section of BlackHole Photography.com. And I don’t remember if I mentioned it, but I put Vegas pictures up there too.

Blargh.

Blargh.

I have PlagueFlu. I am a sniffly and coughy and just generally disgusting mess. I’ve been this way all weekend, and today I tried to go to work and was sent home by my boss’s boss (who I was supposed to have a 1 on 1 with today) because I sounded like the Spectre of Death out of some sort of bad horror film. Yes, I sound that terrifically awful.

So now 1 on 1 has been rescheduled and I am waiting for sheets to be done drying (I had put them in the washer before leaving for work) so I can go back to my lovely new bed. DID I MENTION NEW BED?!? Tempur-Pedic Classic (low end but still awesomely awesome), which takes a bit of getting used to but I’m already sleeping soooo much better than I have in years!

WHY WON’T THE STUPID SHEETS FINISH DRYING!?!?! I just wanna sleeeeeeeeeep . . . . . . . .

~A.

Yule Ruminations

Yule Ruminations

Yeah, I said Yule. I don’t usually bother making a distinction because, well, most people wouldn’t even notice. But I had a hell of a surprise on Christmas Eve. Let me tell you briefly about it.

First let me say that I had to work all week. ALL week. And on Christmas Eve, the BossMan sent home everyone except for yours truly, so for three hours I was handling everything on my own (when a similar department was handling about half as much traffic with 4 people, if that gives you an idea as to how bad an idea that was). SO, after that fiasco, I got back in my “Service Engine Soon” car (did I mention that it started displaying that on my way to work that day? Yeah, fun times), and drove to Uncle Brad and Aunt Janet’s house for our traditional Night Before Christmas meal and White Elephant gift exchange.

Before dinner, we went around the table and were meant to tell what we were all thankful for. Right before me, my Uncle Brad kinda cut in and started rambling on about how it wasn’t REALLY Baby Jesus’ birthday, that that was in fact in the summer, that this was just a Pagan holiday . . . “Oh, but Ash would know all about that. Tell us.” So I said something along the lines of:

“Back in the day, Pagans all over the world held festivals and ceremonies on the longest night of the year wherein they exhorted their gods and nature to bring back the Sun. So I guess I would have to say that’s what I’M most thankful for. For this turning point. Let the sun; let the happy, good, and bright times come again in this coming New Year.”

For the first time my family looked at me like they understood a little bit why I counted myself a polytheist. And while it was mostly drunken fun (did I ALSO forget to mention that part of this tradition is the consumption of at least one LARGE bottle of Sambuca? Best line of the night: “I don’t have to brush my teeth for like THREE DAYS!”), many of the attendees still called the holiday Yule for the rest of the night rather than Christmas. Because celebrating the hope of the coming of better times seems so much more important than the arbitrary (and false) celebration of the birth of a demi-god.

Just thought I’d share . . .

~A.

Do you expect any less of me, really?

Do you expect any less of me, really?

Vegas pictures are up. And at just a biscuit over a hundred. Hey, you should be proud of me! I whittled that number down from WELL over two-hundred and fifty! Granted, the last twenty or so were of my parent’s and their new dog, taking Christmas card pictures after we had gotten back, but still! I cut it in half.

You’re welcome.

So they’re available for your viewing pleasure in two formats. One is a new javascript-enabled format which I’ve been playing with for about a month now which I dig. That version is available here. Unfortunately, this kind of gallery has a few bugs however and can be a bit arduous to work with so I’ve been keeping my eyes open for a replacement. I had thought I had found that replacement in a Flash gallery which you can see here. Alas I have discovered that it isn’t nearly as flexible as I thought it would be and can also be a memory hog, so make sure you close the window after you’re done with it or you might find FireFox/IE/whatever crashing.

Anyway. While we’re talking, I may as well announce that I’ve also been designing a new site to bring together all of my disparate photography projects under one roof. It’s called BlackHole Photography. I still am not done deciding how it’s really going to look and feel. Call what’s up there Alpha. Soon I hope to move on to Beta testing.

Now I should really go eat. Cheerios at 9am isn’t doing it for me when it’s almost 7pm.

Hope all is well . . .

~A.

Back.

Back.

This’ll be short as I am currently just killing time at my Mom’s computer waiting for my photos to download via an INSANELY slow USB 1.0 card reader onto her computer. Whatev. Still faster than zipping all of the 200 plus 5.5Mb files and uploading them for her to download.

Anyway. Well, I’m back. The flight was late but otherwise uneventful. I don’t recall where I leftoff before but I’ll just re-iterate that I had a truly great time and I’ve got very few regrets about the entire thing. In fact, I’m gonna cross post this on MySpace just for fun and because USB 1.0 continues to infuriate.

Well, once this is done I’ll be off home where my normal card reader will make considerably shorter work and tomorrow I’ll be whittling the 200 files down to a much more manageable amount. I’ll announce when and where, but they’ll eventually be made available. Some of them are OK. Some are awful (I was drinking, after all. A LOT.), and some will be going in my portfolio because they are TEH SEX.

And I’m out.

~A.

Two Days Later…

Two Days Later…

Well, here I am waiting for my breakfast a couple of days later in a “coffee shop” off the casino in Planet Hollywood called Planet Dailies (DC wouldn’t license “Daily Planet?”). It’s a lovely place though like everywhere in Vegas, I would choke on the prices if I were at home. Eh. It’s vacation.

Mom and I have had a BLAST this far, though other than our occasional meal at the Planet, we’ve been avoiding our hotel. It appears there’s a cheer competition of some sort and so there are roughly ten trillion tween girls running around chanting cheers to themselves with mothers chasing after them freaking out. It was funny. For a while.

So instead we’ve wandered. A lot. Hit a bunch of different casinos and lost considerably more than we’ve won, which is again the point. I’ve truly realized that there is such a place as a PIRATE THEMED CASINO/HOTEL (!!!!!) which I didn’t truly grasp, but I don’t think I’d ever stay there as I didn’t get the enjoyable vibe off of it that I have off of other places.

Ah! Food! More later!!

~A.

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Let’s get this road on the show!

Let’s get this road on the show!

I am a true study of that creature, Internet geek — 29 (!), overweight, goateed, with long hair, sitting crosslegged on the ground, hunched over a gadget and typing furiously. The fact that it’s a trendy iPhone probably doesn’t mitigate my nerdiness much in the eyes of any women-folk nearby.

It’s good though. It’s good. I’m on the ground of an airport terminal and I’m only typing to let you all know that I’m getting ready to go be reunited with someone I care very dearly for… Your money. Yes, your money. All that money you have dropped over the years in Vegas I will soon be joined with. They will renamed the hotel Planet Ash the Mighty. And no, you can’t have a gift. I have very reasonable loan rates however…

Just thought you should know… 😉

~A.

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Well Happy Effing Birthday.

Well Happy Effing Birthday.

This weekend I was supposed to go to Las Vegas for the second time in my adult life for a weekend of fun and debauchery. It was largely self-funded with money I had been managing to squirrel away here and there for just such an occasion over the past several YEARS (literally).

Then, over the weekend, I got in a fight with my . . . traveling companion . . . and all of a sudden Vegas is a maybe. A fucking maybe. This morning that maybe turned into a definite no. Yeah, the reason turned from ridiculous into legit (which ironically enough makes me feel like a total bastard for feeling pissed off about this whole thing . . .), but by the same token, I’m still the one who is out HUNDREDS OF DOLLLARS, who will be sitting at home alone for my birthday trip — or alternatively will be in VEGAS alone on my birthday trip, and am just generally fucked — AGAIN — on my birthday.

Christ.

Seriously.

How often can this happen?

Let’s see how many people who SHOULD remember don’t (hint: it’s actually not this weekend).

~A.