August 22, 2005

Look out, PSB!

Filed under: HA! — Twin C @ 9:57 am

I haven’t logged into Friendster for quite a while, but I got a message from an old friend who found me on there recently, so I’ve been logging in a bit during the past few days. And then, I get a message from this young lady.

I’m wondering how she found me. Her one “friend” is some guy in the Philippines. Did my picture randomly pop up on one of her screens?

Twin A thinks she may be “FriendsterPorn”, but I haven’t been sent any websites to go to yet.

I’m going to write to her and see if she’s going to Burning Man. And maybe how she feels about threesomes.

(No, no, honey, I’m not. Really. I promise. Unless it’s YOUR idea.)

UPDATE: Looks like her profile’s been pulled. My fault?

2nd UPDATE: She was a scammer, looking for e-mail addresses. I’m so hurt and disappointed, I don’t know what to do. I take solice in the fact that in a week, I’m going to be surrounded by topless ladies of all sorts. (And, unfortunately, naked men as well. Well, not unfortunate to PSB. Turnabout is fair play!)

August 19, 2005

Getting Married in STYLE

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 2:55 pm

Alison came over and we did the final fitting for the furry tux.


Sorry that this is slightly blurry. But I look goooood, yo.

Furry + Blurry

Dude, Where’s My Robot?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 12:41 pm

So we made this robot last year. It’s a glacier-bot. That is to say, it’s a robot metaphor for a glacier. Which is to say that it moves reallllly slowly. Someday it will take temperature, humidity, and c02 readings of its surroundings, and plant flowers in a graph to leave a long-term record of climate change. But for now, it just moves around. Really slowly. It’s official name is the WMG, for Wildflower Meadow Glacier. We showed it at Artbots last year. It’s neato. And James, our relatively fearless team leader, finally shot some time-lapse video of the thing moving.

Bonus brownie points to anyone who figures out what the hell is going on behind the robot.

Movie Here. Quick Time Only — it’s a MP4.


What Happened?

Filed under: Kvetch! Kvetch! Kvetch! — Twin C @ 10:49 am

Last night PSB went off to Central Park Summerstage, where I could finally hear live a new favorite band of mine, the Decemberists. The website said “starting at 7″, so PSB left our apartment at 6:15, giving us plenty of time. By the time we reached the park, though, we heard live music, and although it wasn’t the Decemberists playing, we thought it was odd. It turns out that it was the opening band, Stars, and they must have started at 6:30, contrary to the website. A little disappointing, but it was fine since we didn’t miss the band we came for. It turns out that PSB’s contact gave us special seats in a reserved bleacher area (sweet!), so we got us some dinner and went back to sit down. Stars finished up, and twenty minutes later, the Decemberists came out. And they were. . .

Mediocre. At best.

I’m not sure why I was so disappointed by them. It might have been that I didn’t recognize all but one of their songs - I’m not super-familiar with their stuff, but I have listened to two of their albums. I think they played most of their stuff from their newest album, which I don’t have yet and now am hesitant to buy. It might have been that the one song I did recognize, “The Legionnaire’s Lament”, I thought they played terribly - they took the tempo MUCH faster than in the recording, and to me it lost its whimsy as well as its purpose. It might have been that to me, it sounded like the woman singing back-up and harmonies was out of tune. Or it just might have been that I just didn’t feel the magic that I feel when I listen to “Leslie Ann Levine” over and over - it’s so beautiful and haunting - I thought their whole set would be similar. Alas.

Perhaps in a smaller venue I would enjoy them. But instead, I was totally bummed. I dragged PSB out as soon as their set was over. We ran into Sydney and her friend Chris, and gave them our wristbands which hopefully they got into the private area to sit down in our steads. We missed Death Cab for Cutie, which I’ve heard is supposed to be good, but I wasn’t in the mood. . .

August 18, 2005

I’m a sucker.

Filed under: PolenBabble, PolenNews — Twin C @ 1:54 pm

A total sucker.

I’ve just made another total impulse buy.

A PSP. And Lumines.

I’ve managed, with the help of Twin A, to convince myself that this was a valid purchase because 1. I’ve won enough money for it online over the past two days (over $300, which more than covers it), 2. it will be a nice distraction on the playa if I need one, and chances are I will, and 3. PSPs are SO FUCKING COOL, and Lumines is supposed to be FUCKING AWESOME, and it was made by the same guy who made Rez, which is, of course, amazing.

I was going to use JobBux (the bonus money my job sometimes gives me, which I don’t have much of anymore since they changed the program last year) to pay for it, but got a better deal with plain ole cash, so I charged it up.

I’m feeling a little dorky about the whole thing, but also kinda excited.

I just told PSB, and fortunately, she doesn’t seem to care. I haven’t been binging on anything but online money gaming since we’ve moved in together, and I can mostly communicate in person while doing that. (On the phone, however, it’s near impossible, as she, any of the Twins, or a number of my friends will attest.) After I pull a few 12 hour Lumines benders, we’ll see how she feels. (Just kidding, honey!)

Hopefully it will arrive before Burning Man, and then hopefully when I bring it out there it doesn’t get stolen by some raver kid or run over by an RV.

I’m excited.

What a sucker.

August 17, 2005

Waxing Political

Filed under: PolenBabble — Twin C @ 3:57 pm

Not much is happening today, but I saw something on Daily Kos that I wanted to share. . . these are all Republican quotes regarding Clinton’s action in Bosnia, another questionable war the US was involved in, but ended relatively quickly and with no American casualties (is that factually correct?). They are both hysterical and maddening at the same time.

“You can support the troops but not the president.”
–Rep Tom Delay (R-TX)

“Well, I just think it’s a bad idea. What’s going to happen is they’re going to be over there for 10, 15, maybe 20 years.”
–Joe Scarborough (R-FL)

“Explain to the mothers and fathers of American servicemen that may come home in body bags why their son or daughter have to give up their life?”
–Sean Hannity, Fox News, 4/6/99

“[The] President . . . is once again releasing American military might on a foreign country with an ill-defined objective and no exit strategy. He has yet to tell the Congress how much this operation will cost. And he has not informed our nation’s armed forces about how long they will be away from home. These strikes do not make for a sound foreign policy.”
–Sen. Rick Santorum (R-PA)

“American foreign policy is now one huge big mystery. Simply put, the administration is trying to lead the world with a feel-good foreign policy.”
–Rep Tom Delay (R-TX)

“If we are going to commit American troops, we must be certain they have a clear mission, an achievable goal and an exit strategy.”
–Karen Hughes, speaking on behalf of George W Bush

“I had doubts about the bombing campaign from the beginning . . I didn’t think we had done enough in the diplomatic area.”
–Senator Trent Lott (R-MS)

“I cannot support a failed foreign policy. History teaches us that it is often easier to make war than peace. This administration is just learning that lesson right now. The President began this mission with very vague objectives and lots of unanswered questions. A month later, these questions are still unanswered. There are no clarified rules of engagement. There is no timetable. There is no legitimate definition of victory. There is no contingency plan for mission creep. There is no clear funding program. There is no agenda to bolster our over-extended military. There is no explanation defining what vital national interests are at stake. There was no strategic plan for war when the President started this thing, and there still is no plan today”
–Rep Tom Delay (R-TX)

“Victory means exit strategy, and it’s important for the President to explain to us what the exit strategy is.”
–Governor George W. Bush (R-TX)

“The President must remember that the military is a special instrument. It is lethal, and it is meant to be. It is not a civilian police force. It is not a political referee. And it is most certainly not designed to build a civilian society.”

- Condoleeza Rice, Foreign Affairs, January/February 2000.

August 16, 2005

Good for a laugh.

Filed under: PolenBabble — Twin C @ 3:43 pm

So I issued the challenge to Nobody (but Yours) to try and get a fake comment past me, and gave him an example, and he has occasionally been trying. This is one that he came up with, that amuses me to no end. Nobody also sends amazingly funny messages on the Image Node list (which I’ve been lurking on this year since PSB and I are with the HeeBeeGeeBee Healers this year instead). . .

Name: John Mayer | E-mail:| URI: | IP:

I love your site, especially the poker stuff. Nice work.

Online Poker Site!
Online Kitties Site!
Online TwinA Looks like such a Jerk (2nd from the top) Site!

Keep trying!

New Links

Filed under: PolenNews — Twin C @ 12:47 pm

I’ve just added three to “Friends of Polenblog”

Kid Dynamite’s blog, “Friday in Vegas” is about poker, and maybe some other stuff too. But probably not. KD is a great player whose home game I play at every once in a while. I’m friendly with a number of other players there as well - Ranxx, Gary x2, etc. (When I get back from a game and post that I got my ass handed to me, it’s usually his.) He apparently hates online play, and will be blogging about it shortly. I’m very interested to read why, because I obviously love it.

Dan and Lynn are two people I met at BM 2001, and I haven’t seen them much since, but they are both great, and “Eworzero” and “Lynn Making Stuff” are their blogs. Dan is posting interesting graphics and quotes; Lynn is apparently getting ready to do a lot of knitting.

Check them out, y’all!

August 15, 2005

Slow Recovery.

Filed under: PolenBabble, Kvetch! Kvetch! Kvetch! — Twin C @ 1:21 pm

Saturday night’s wandering of the Village would have been much more enjoyable had I not felt like I was going to pass out at any given moment. I never got a nap in during the afternoon, so I was quite the zombie as we followed Speed around Washington Square Park and over to Hudson Street, making various stops along the way. I did enjoy the tour, despite wanting to curl up under any tree or park bench I walked by. During the walk I realized there was no way in hell I was going to make it up to Hooters, let alone eat or drink there, so I called my friend who’s bachelor party it was to cancel. . . We ended up at the Cowgirl’s Hall of Fame, where I knew there was NOTHING there I wanted to eat either. I sipped on a Coke and sat in the AC with the Olgas (the Olga who got my vowel-dial thought it was hilarious, but couldn’t believe I had called her so late/early), Jonny and Jamye, Jon L, PSB, etc. (There were maybe 30 people on the tour - we were quite the posse!) Vowel-dial Olga mentioned going to get sushi which sounded great to me, and Jonny and Jamye said they wanted to go somewhere else to eat, but by the time PSB and I mustered enough energy to go, J&J had already eaten (vegan fajitas - but I could have sworn the waiter said “bacon fajitas”. Mmmmm, bacon.) and Olga was chillin’ with Speed. So off PSB and I went. We got to sushi, placed our orders. . . and then both couldn’t even finish them. It tasted great, but I just couldn’t get it down. (I have only been unable to finish sushi once before - I am normally a sushi vacuum.) We took it to go, headed back home, and I was asleep before 10:30.

I woke up at around 9:00 a.m. on Sunday (our room gets a lot of light, and the kitty was licking my arm, my back, whatever skin was exposed. No, no kitty oral sex. That’s nasty), still not feeling well, and pretty much just read or played online the entire day. PSB was much more productive, and started to go through all the boxes we brought back up from North Carolina (I did help her get stuff down and put stuff up in storage). . .

Today I’m feeling much better - just about normal. But it’s definitely giving me pause towards my next vowel experience. Not to mention, I’m also planning an Altoid AdventureTM at Burning Man for the wedding, but it’s the night before the Burn, when no doubt it will be vowel time. I’m going to do a lot of research into what’s good for recovery, and bring a lot of that stuff out with me to the playa. PSB and I did take one supplement that seemed to help a little, but we didn’t take it at the right time (now we know better). I also have to make sure to stay hydrated, something that you’re already supposed to be doing out on the playa. If anyone has suggestions of websites that have this information, feel free to e-mail them to me or just stick them in the comments. Thanks!

I’ve got to finish these chart things for one of the other managers, who I’ve already pissed off by forgetting to give teleconference information to one of my teammates on Friday. . . more later if I have the time.

August 13, 2005

My Favorite Vowel

Filed under: PolenBabble, Kvetch! Kvetch! Kvetch! — Twin C @ 11:25 am

Howdy. Sorry I haven’t written for a couple of days. Yesterday at work I was actually busy doing work. But let’s start before that.

First of all, I totally forgot to mention that there is an AMAZING photography exhibit at MOMA right now. Yes, it’s $20, but you should shell it out, go see the museum again, and then head upstairs for “Friedlander”. Rooms and rooms of spectacular photography. There’s also an exhibit on Cézanne and Pissarro, which was great as well (but much more crowded!)

Thursday night a bunch of coworkers took our intern out for dinner and comedy - dinner was at Sushi Samba. While I did have a few pieces of tuna that really blew my mind, I found the place to be extremely overpriced. I ended up paying $60 for my portion - two special rolls, three pieces, some edamame, and a glass of sake. WAY TOO MUCH. Not to mention, I’m really not into the Asian Fusion - I like my sushi straight up. No cilantro, please. From now on, I stick to the Easts and West Side Sushi.

Then off to the Gotham Comedy Club, one of the few comedy clubs that I actually have played in! (Sketch comedy, years ago.) Although I wasn’t sure how it was going to be, I was happy to find that was very enjoyable. The host was fantastic (so crazy neurotic zaftig Jewish!), and all the comediennes were great (It was ladies night! Aw yeah. Just kidding, PSB!), and Maura Madden turned out to be my favorite. She took her time, set up everything well, led us along perfectly, and hit every joke just right. I thought she was just great. Excellent set.

Yesterday was a half day at work extended slightly as I really worked hard to get the stupid stuff I needed to get finished finished, then home to watch a movie - National Treasure. I’m not sure what kind of reviews it got, but let me tell you - a lot of the dialogue was cheesy, but I LOVED the movie. Entertaining characters, good action sequences, interesting clues to solve. . . I dunno. I may not have the most distinguished tastes, but I have to say, it rocked. Sorry.

Then I played online for a while but ended up pretty much even (better that than losing!), and then PSB, Jon L., Smash, and PSB’s friend Alan headed uptown - waaaaaaaaaaay uptown, for a Bridge Party. The Bridge Party is a semi-annual(?) event put together by a gentleman known as the TechnoShamen. I’m not sure how he works it out, but he gets to move a bunch of people, stereo equipment, speakers, blacklights, and a generator into a public park near 181st and Amsterdam that’s supposed to close at 7:00 p.m. and throws a mini-rave. I was kind of interested in the whole thing, and PSB has gone before and LOVED it. So we gathered our posse and headed up to the park, and got there around 11:15 p.m. It was supposed to have started by 10:00 or 10:30.

NO ONE was there. There were maybe five or six other people hanging out, waiting for everyone else to show up. No music. No set up. NOTHING. We find some rocks to sit on and begin to wait. We play “Imaginay Poker” (PSB won - I folded with a terrible hand). Smash tells a very cute story about a little chicken named Mildred and a little farmgirl named Mildred. We wait and wait. 11:30. 11:45. 12:00. 12:30. NOTHING. I’m thinking I could be home gambling, and begin to get a little cranky, and go put some wood on the fire that a few of the other people have started.

By 1:30 I think, everything finally started to happen. At this point, I brighten up, because PSB and I have found more friends - Martin, Dee, Olga, Elka, Reagan, and the other Olga. We’ve also found a connection through Reagan to hook us up with some of my favorite vowel. I’ve only been with the vowel twice before, but I was very excited by the prospect. The money comes out, the trade is made, and Gulp! The vowel goes down.

An hour later, everything’s alllllll goooooooooood. This is, by far, the best vowel out of the three vowel periods. If Twin A were there, I would have told him that I love him in his shirt and in his pants and his socks and his shoes. My brain is flying around at a mile a minute, and I feel fucking incredible, and then I realize that this is how people get addicted to drugs. If you knew you could take something that would make you feel this euphoric, or this good, or this carefree, wouldn’t you just take it all the time?

However, I have a very strict belief that during the majority of the time, everyone should be facing reality, stone cold sober. If you have a chemical imbalance and you’ve been prescribed something, fine. But excess of anything to dull normal life? I don’t agree. I understand life can be very hard. I often take many many facts for granted - I have an amazing girlfriend, I have an amazing family, I have awesome friends, I live in the best city in the world, I’ve performed for thousands of people over the years. . . I have a pretty fucking good life. (Don’t tell me this when I’m waist deep in filing on Monday.) There are so many people that have it much worse than me. I don’t believe these people should get drunk/stoned/oxycontinized every night. Why should I be the exception?

Enough rambling - here’s the sad part. First, after a few hours of bliss, we decide to split some more vowel, and it puts me out of a place of euphoria and into a place of dry heaving for a few minutes, and then a place of sort of dizzy and sort of out of it for a little while (I eventually got back to euphoric, but it wasn’t quite the same). Then, I am desperately trying to find Olga, so I can vowel-dial her face-to-face, and I can’t find her anywhere, but end up staring at a girl who looks so much like her, except it’s not. So said girl catches me staring. I go up to her a little later and try to explain that she’s Olga’s doppleganger, and she looks at me like I’m crazy. I quickly determine that she doesn’t speak much English, and leave her alone. (I end up calling Olga at 5 in the morning - twice! - hopefully she turned her cell phone off! Sorry honey, but I hope you liked the message.) And finally, it’s now past noon, and I still haven’t gotten to sleep. I may have dozed a little bit, but never really conked out. I was having really really weird and vivid visions that were out of my control, and all gibberish! Lines from a script, where each line is a new character and saying something completely unrelated. Code on a computer monitor written in BASIC but not making any sense. I tried to control my thoughts and switch them to something I like - cards. The card game was completely messed up. Players had 9 cards. It was REALLY weird.

At this point, I may be looking at staying up for 36 hours, but hopefully I’ll get to pass out shortly, and not to such bizarreness.

Tonight is a walking tour led by Timothy “Speed” Levitch, one of PSB’s favorite authors (he also did that movie “The Cruise”) in honor of Elke’s birthday, and then the first half of a bachelor party - the second half is out on Long Island, and it’s going to go LATE, so I’m not planning on attending. Although - there’s going to be hot oil wrestling, among other things. (Hopefully not with the other bachelors.) But no, the first half is dinner. At Hooters. I’m going to approach it with as much irony as I can muster. After the dinner, perhaps out to meet back up with the people I left to go to Hooters. (I still can’t believe I’m going to Hooters. I’ve managed to avoid it for 34 years. Tight orange shirts just don’t do it for me.) Or perhaps I finally get to catch up on that sleep I’m currently missing.

Time to try and lay down. See you later! A and B, good luck with the container load-in!

P.S. PSB and I leave for Burning Man in 13 days. Zoinks!

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