The Path Of The Legendary Dino Wrangler.
WARNING: Long winded entry ahead. Not recommended for sleepy people or persons with poor reading skills.
So, as my loyal readers know, I got a job. I'm working for money and not just because I'm a nice guy. I won't be bragging about how much I make because it's really not all that much. But, because I have what could be considered...no, what IS the best sister on the planet, my bills are very minimal. I often feel bad for that but as long as she knows that while I am living with her all of my assets are essentially at her disposal. But the TV upgrade is still fairly incomplete. You see, to get the full potential of that beautiful LCD screen I'll need to get digital everything. I am hoping Verizon continues with it's outstanding service and has a cable box with the proper connections I need to get that crystal clear picture. I mean, what's the point of having HDTV if I cant watch any channels in HD? It's so clear that it seems to make the imperfections that I wasn't able to see before clear as day...and my addiction to quality means this is a very painful sight to behold. I often find myself staring at the slight distortions and ignoring the show entirely. To the untrained eye and persons not sitting next to me they aren't that pronounced but it's all I seem to notice. Plus I think the picture is often way too dark and I am incapable of correcting it for some reason. Another source of frustration...but a tolerable frustration considering it's on a 46" LCD screen MAN THAT SHIT IS CRAZY HUGE, YO! I'm all like, "Oh, did I forget to buy my ticket?" and then I remember IT'S NOT THE THEATER! Oh, and the audio got an upgrade, too. Instead of the regular RCA cables that most are used to I purchased optical cables for digital audio. It really makes a significant difference. I don't have a top-of-the-line receiver but it's still pretty damn good. As long as it has optical inputs you can't really go wrong with that. At any rate if my online pals have been wondering why I'm so late with my IM replies, blame that glorious TV. It's just so god damn nice you can't take your eyes off it. Like watching a train wreck...but in High Definition...which apparently is better than real life.
In fact, the new TV that I have been bragging about to a few people is actually her's. She probably doesn't know that but this makes it official. Sort of a "thanks for putting up with me all these years". I also plan on getting her one of those high-tech, automated water sprinklers for her yard. She is a bit of a gardener and tends to worry a lot about the appearance of her yard. Now, as a man that used to mow enormous yards with a mere gas powered push-mower I learned to quickly hate most things "yard related". In fact, I used to mow the yard for her but soon got sick of the task and eventually became the Edger Guy. I seem to have a steadier hand than most people when it comes to using a regular weed-eater to do that. Anyway, now I don't even do that and she hires a guy(yes, he is Mexican) to take care of it twice a week or something. Of course, this also makes me feel like an even bigger burden. I have painted almost every wall in her house and I've done it quickly and precisely. One thing I don't really mind doing AND I do well. I didn't know I was that good until I saw the few paint jobs that were already there and compared them to mine. I guess the bottom line is that I love my sister and I probably won't ever be able to fully repay how utterly patient and kind she has been with me. So the least I can do is get her a $4000 TV and forever be her hired, but unpaid, muscle. So crappy boyfriends and heavy objects better watch themselves.
Speaking of which, that is just another item to add to my list of evidence proving that I am some what OCD. But a lazy OCD kinda guy. I can let my room go uncleaned for weeks...but when I do clean it is normal for me to possibly re-arrange the whole room and stack things in groups. See, I don't have shelves of any kind at the moment...so I can't organize to my full potential. I still fold my clothes semi-military style, which means I can fit a week's worth of clothes into one backpack. Funny thing about that is it's a nice habit to have at work since the storage area for the actor's stuff is about the same dimensions as a locker on a naval vessel. People have already commented about that at work. Anyway, my point is that I like that I have to keep things straight or do things as well as I can. Tying the big ass shoes for BJ is a constant worry for me. It's the one thing I'm really slow at because it NEVER looks right to me. Does to everyone else but I keep thinking it could be better. Carey(the guy that is in the Barney costume) said I have the same "perfectionist" attitude as my sister, which I took as a big compliment. All in all, I think I do a fairly decent job. My guy is a bit slow getting into his suit but as he said, "You can't rush perfection". And how can I argue with that when I am on a mission to be a legendary dino wrangler?
Anyway, I work Tuesday to Thursday. I put defogger in BJ's eyes, I fill up his water bottle with the beverage he requests. I do my best to make sure his costume looks great, I "pop the head" as fast as I can so Kyle can cool off a bit. Those suits get crazy hot when you wear them for a couple hours. Kyle has been great to work with. The guy doesn't know how to complain or something. So far I've gotten like two things wrong getting him suited up. I kinda feel like I'm not needed. BUT I'D LIKE TO SEE HIM GET THAT SUIT ON WITHOUT ME! It wouldn't surprise me a bit if he could though. Also he suggested we team up for Halloween and go as Foghorn Leghorn and the little Chicken Hawk. FYI, he's a little person. I had planned on doing the Master Blaster thing from Mad Max but I seriously doubt I could carry him on my back all night. Not to mention we probably don't look as good as we should bare chested.
I've also gotten along with a lot of people at work already. My Foster Charm is quite potent, I assure you. But I think my humor is a bit too crude at times. Except with Dean, the voice of Barney. He says some pretty raunchy stuff. Plus he called me a jackass but still invites me to go drinking on Wednesdays. One of the funny things about him is that when he starts to say something potentially offensive he forgets the "360 degree room check" and often belts out stuff relating to a person sitting directly behind him. But I drank with him and Carey in New York. Those two had me cracking up constantly. I'm guessing that my ability to drink copious amounts of rum and tell captivating sea stories is what prompted Carey to insist that I work there. I hope to be a valued addition to Wednesday night happy hours...just another aspect of the job, one which I have already perfected.
In conclusion, the only person that is allowed to claim a status greater than mine is my sister...Until I move out then she's just a normal goober again. I owe a lot to her and a 46" Sony Bravia HDTV is an adequate start, I think. My job rocks goat nuts and I like this "getting paid for working" concept, as outrageously insane as that sounds. Great group of people and not as stressful as I previously anticipated. Quite a few breaks because of the dinos, but you have to be on the ball when they are in costume. Nice little trade-off. As long as my drinking skills haven't dulled too much over these past couple months I should be ok with the socializing on Wednesday nights. Gotta throttle back to avoid hangovers...You know me, I have two speeds when it comes to drinking, Stopped and Stopped Because I Am Too Drunk To Walk. Actually, that's not true. I can't be stopped by anything except myself. YEAH!
It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail.
So, as my loyal readers know, I got a job. I'm working for money and not just because I'm a nice guy. I won't be bragging about how much I make because it's really not all that much. But, because I have what could be considered...no, what IS the best sister on the planet, my bills are very minimal. I often feel bad for that but as long as she knows that while I am living with her all of my assets are essentially at her disposal. But the TV upgrade is still fairly incomplete. You see, to get the full potential of that beautiful LCD screen I'll need to get digital everything. I am hoping Verizon continues with it's outstanding service and has a cable box with the proper connections I need to get that crystal clear picture. I mean, what's the point of having HDTV if I cant watch any channels in HD? It's so clear that it seems to make the imperfections that I wasn't able to see before clear as day...and my addiction to quality means this is a very painful sight to behold. I often find myself staring at the slight distortions and ignoring the show entirely. To the untrained eye and persons not sitting next to me they aren't that pronounced but it's all I seem to notice. Plus I think the picture is often way too dark and I am incapable of correcting it for some reason. Another source of frustration...but a tolerable frustration considering it's on a 46" LCD screen MAN THAT SHIT IS CRAZY HUGE, YO! I'm all like, "Oh, did I forget to buy my ticket?" and then I remember IT'S NOT THE THEATER! Oh, and the audio got an upgrade, too. Instead of the regular RCA cables that most are used to I purchased optical cables for digital audio. It really makes a significant difference. I don't have a top-of-the-line receiver but it's still pretty damn good. As long as it has optical inputs you can't really go wrong with that. At any rate if my online pals have been wondering why I'm so late with my IM replies, blame that glorious TV. It's just so god damn nice you can't take your eyes off it. Like watching a train wreck...but in High Definition...which apparently is better than real life.
In fact, the new TV that I have been bragging about to a few people is actually her's. She probably doesn't know that but this makes it official. Sort of a "thanks for putting up with me all these years". I also plan on getting her one of those high-tech, automated water sprinklers for her yard. She is a bit of a gardener and tends to worry a lot about the appearance of her yard. Now, as a man that used to mow enormous yards with a mere gas powered push-mower I learned to quickly hate most things "yard related". In fact, I used to mow the yard for her but soon got sick of the task and eventually became the Edger Guy. I seem to have a steadier hand than most people when it comes to using a regular weed-eater to do that. Anyway, now I don't even do that and she hires a guy(yes, he is Mexican) to take care of it twice a week or something. Of course, this also makes me feel like an even bigger burden. I have painted almost every wall in her house and I've done it quickly and precisely. One thing I don't really mind doing AND I do well. I didn't know I was that good until I saw the few paint jobs that were already there and compared them to mine. I guess the bottom line is that I love my sister and I probably won't ever be able to fully repay how utterly patient and kind she has been with me. So the least I can do is get her a $4000 TV and forever be her hired, but unpaid, muscle. So crappy boyfriends and heavy objects better watch themselves.
Speaking of which, that is just another item to add to my list of evidence proving that I am some what OCD. But a lazy OCD kinda guy. I can let my room go uncleaned for weeks...but when I do clean it is normal for me to possibly re-arrange the whole room and stack things in groups. See, I don't have shelves of any kind at the moment...so I can't organize to my full potential. I still fold my clothes semi-military style, which means I can fit a week's worth of clothes into one backpack. Funny thing about that is it's a nice habit to have at work since the storage area for the actor's stuff is about the same dimensions as a locker on a naval vessel. People have already commented about that at work. Anyway, my point is that I like that I have to keep things straight or do things as well as I can. Tying the big ass shoes for BJ is a constant worry for me. It's the one thing I'm really slow at because it NEVER looks right to me. Does to everyone else but I keep thinking it could be better. Carey(the guy that is in the Barney costume) said I have the same "perfectionist" attitude as my sister, which I took as a big compliment. All in all, I think I do a fairly decent job. My guy is a bit slow getting into his suit but as he said, "You can't rush perfection". And how can I argue with that when I am on a mission to be a legendary dino wrangler?
Anyway, I work Tuesday to Thursday. I put defogger in BJ's eyes, I fill up his water bottle with the beverage he requests. I do my best to make sure his costume looks great, I "pop the head" as fast as I can so Kyle can cool off a bit. Those suits get crazy hot when you wear them for a couple hours. Kyle has been great to work with. The guy doesn't know how to complain or something. So far I've gotten like two things wrong getting him suited up. I kinda feel like I'm not needed. BUT I'D LIKE TO SEE HIM GET THAT SUIT ON WITHOUT ME! It wouldn't surprise me a bit if he could though. Also he suggested we team up for Halloween and go as Foghorn Leghorn and the little Chicken Hawk. FYI, he's a little person. I had planned on doing the Master Blaster thing from Mad Max but I seriously doubt I could carry him on my back all night. Not to mention we probably don't look as good as we should bare chested.
I've also gotten along with a lot of people at work already. My Foster Charm is quite potent, I assure you. But I think my humor is a bit too crude at times. Except with Dean, the voice of Barney. He says some pretty raunchy stuff. Plus he called me a jackass but still invites me to go drinking on Wednesdays. One of the funny things about him is that when he starts to say something potentially offensive he forgets the "360 degree room check" and often belts out stuff relating to a person sitting directly behind him. But I drank with him and Carey in New York. Those two had me cracking up constantly. I'm guessing that my ability to drink copious amounts of rum and tell captivating sea stories is what prompted Carey to insist that I work there. I hope to be a valued addition to Wednesday night happy hours...just another aspect of the job, one which I have already perfected.
In conclusion, the only person that is allowed to claim a status greater than mine is my sister...Until I move out then she's just a normal goober again. I owe a lot to her and a 46" Sony Bravia HDTV is an adequate start, I think. My job rocks goat nuts and I like this "getting paid for working" concept, as outrageously insane as that sounds. Great group of people and not as stressful as I previously anticipated. Quite a few breaks because of the dinos, but you have to be on the ball when they are in costume. Nice little trade-off. As long as my drinking skills haven't dulled too much over these past couple months I should be ok with the socializing on Wednesday nights. Gotta throttle back to avoid hangovers...You know me, I have two speeds when it comes to drinking, Stopped and Stopped Because I Am Too Drunk To Walk. Actually, that's not true. I can't be stopped by anything except myself. YEAH!
It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail.