Fun with Photoshop. Or, how I killed my brother and turned him into a barn, fields, and trees - and made my father disappear.....
(Cuz I know how much y'all love before and after pictures.)
Working on the video now - can't get it to show up in the right place. So far I've only done Susie the dog, and the video plays in the middle table cell, instead of the media player popping up and playing the video. And I think there's some sort of compression that I'm missing, because it's taking minutes to load. It's on the server if you want to check it out - she's in the list of dogs.
And any Flash junkies out there? I have this 404 error page (we're required to use Flash, but I didn't want a Flash site for northern Indiana - voila: a Flash 404 page.) I want to crop one inch off the top of the whole movie. I don't know how to do it without messing up the alignment of the whole movie. Anyone?
See all these balloons? There are two (or three?) guys on stage whose *only job* was to fill up balloons and set them free into the audience. But look at the very center of the stage - see that huge orange thing? It's a balloon - they also constantly made these GIANT balloons about 6 feet big - maybe two or three of these per song - which get carried to the end of the stage and set free.... they were really really thin, so they'd pop pretty soon - and they were filled with glitter. It was balloon madness. I do not want to even think about what this band alone does to the environment. But it sure was a spectacle.
So the lead singer, who looks about 7 feet tall on stage in his white suit, has a podium in the center of the stage, the band is awesome, their music is awesome, and there are 20+ animals on stage dancing. That's all they do is dance through the entire set wearing animal costumes. And they REALLY danced. At one point the crowd chanted for a "PY-RA-MID!" and the animals complied, making two animal pyramids on the sides of the stage. They also did conga lines and some break dancing. Hee hee - seeing a cow break dance - that never gets old. At the end of the set the lead singer of Flaming Lips said some of the animals on stage were The Thermals (one of the bands that performed on the small stage earlier that day). When he said that suddenly four of the animals were going crazy - you could tell which ones were The Thermals. It was truly an experience.
But the show of all shows, if you can believe that someone's crazy enough to follow The Flaming Lips, was Coldplay.
Oh. my. God.
I love Coldplay more than I've ever loved Coldplay. What a charming, talented, beautiful band. The lead singer (Chris, whom I will now refer to as just Chris) had a piano in the center of the stage and the lighting was just gorgeous (it was completely nightfall by now) and the timing was just perfect for everyone to snuggle down on the hill with their blankets, and for the stoners to fall asleep from baking their brains all day. The lighting was all blues and purples (except for the song Yellow, of course, then it was yellow and orange and some people looked around squinting like they were disoriented).
Chris was very funny - at one point he said "This is a song for Gyna - that's not a funny name to us" and "This is called The Scientist and it'll depress the hell out of all of you - I'm sorry" and another time he said "This is where we say this is our last song, then you all go manic, then we come back on stage. Okay."
The night at the Hall's was fine - I slept like a groupie and awoke to coffee and a home-cooked meal, which I watched them all eat while I gnawed on a croissant. I am *not* a morning person after a night on the... slope?
The drive home was nice and cool in the overcast pass and that concludes this long run-on of an entry.
Sean's already in the peanut-butter-on-toast-in-bed phase of the evening so I'm going to join him. Because we're legal and I CAN.
What I did all damn day.
Can anyone figure out why the "Graduation Day" link in the top left (on the Graduation Day page only) makes all the links blip ever so slightly? It's driving me batty....
The Middlebury link on the bottom will eventually be a java pop-up window with a general map of northern Indiana, showing where Middlebury is (since nobody knows).
And any comments/ideas/complaints, as before, would be ever so helpful.
I swear I'll tell you all about the music festival when I get time.... the Germans are on their way over for dinner and a game of Settlers, so it won't be tonight.
Concert at the Gorge and staying at the Hall residence in Yakima overnight - see y'all Sunday....
(My hair is bobbed at my ears. GAAAHH!!)
And now for a quick diversion, ladies and gentlemen, I present Sean and Dominique:
Anybody can do this....
So, am I the Good, the Bad, or the Dull? (Scroll to the bottom of the article)
And who is this reporter?
Thursday night we (Jon, me, Jason the New Project) saw Juno at Graceland - I'll see them again on the first of June at the Vera Project.
I don't remember Friday. Oh wait, yes I do. I spent five hours making a cake. Okay well not really five, it's just that I searched online for an hour just to find the cake, and we didn't go to the store until nine.
The oven decided to *stop working* while the third cake was baking. My husband, being the genius that he is, took the broiler element out of the top and stuck it in the bottom (we knew the lower element was going bad - there was this weird spot in the corner of it that was always pure orange and bright even if the temp was low).
The next day was Jon's surprise Last AIA Licensing Test Party. It was also Earl's (Jon's Dad) birthday last Tuesday, and Diane's (Amy's Mom) birthday that day, so I put three candles in the cake. Jon was very surprised.
We played Settlers with Joe and Emily & Josh last night. We haven't done the dishes since Friday (including all the cake dishes).
I scanned 135 pictures for my Dad's animal shelter (my final school project). Alexandra is coming over tomorrow to help me with the layout. Jason is coming over sometime to help me with Flash. This WILL get done.
Post Stardom Depression
My Shoreline 24 Hour Fitness Experience
I was interested in finding a gym with a pool. Yes, I know I had a pool and filled it with dirt, but we won't get into that now.
I did some online research and found that Shoreline 24 Hour Fitness had a pool. Of course, the web site said to call to get their hours, as not all 24 Hour Fitness Gyms are actually open 24 hours (pretty dumb name then, huh?)
So I call.
When I said "Hi, what are your hours?" She said "Oh! You are not a member here? Can I get your phone number just in case we get disconnected?"
Nice. I give a fake number.
Then I hear "Hi! My name is Robert and I'm the general manager here at Shoreline 24 Hour Fitness!"
After a few minutes of high energy conversation he invites me to some "Free Nutrition Seminar" at 7pm that evening.
"Um, I actually just want to see the pool."
Then he asks if I can be there within the hour so he can show me the fitness center.
I just want to see the pool.
Because it's a rare Tuesday with a full hour's gap of nothing to do, I go. I want to see the brainwashing. I get off on this stuff.
Let it be noted here that I just purchased the new Marilyn Manson CD that morning, and that *may* have contributed to my mindset. I'm just sayin'.
Sure enough, I am introduced to two different people as soon as I walk in the door. The second guy, this short, squat, beady-eyed boy with snaky grin, takes me to the "seminar".
It's in a racquetball room. Within all the other racquetball rooms.
So here's a group of four trainers yelling over the "TONK!" of racquetball all around us, and they have some tables set up with vitamins and sports drinks, all of which they sell at the facility.
They suggested that we all take vitamins and supplements and drink these special bottled drinks.
They suggested that we eat carbohydrates 4 to 1 over proteins. They also suggested that these carbs should come from fruits and vegetables. He recommends potatoes twice.
They suggested that we follow the USDA food pyramid and not believe the hype regarding the Atkins diet.
I'm not quite sure what the seminar was for.
Regardless, they then offered me a free hour with a personal trainer to do a fitness assessment, and I sign up for one with a woman who looked about 40, with long yellow hair, a barrel chest that no longer had any breasts, and, I'm not kidding, glitter on her face. Like, she specifically applied glitter lotion to her 40 year-old face to match her tight shirt and tight shorts and tennis shoes, to go work out.
I tell her, while holding my free bottle of hot pink whey drink, "can I just go look at the pool? I just want to see the pool."
"Um, that's, um, yeah, I uhhhh, I'll take you there."
She walks funny. She's solid, stiff muscle.
The pool stinks. It's a small cute hotel pool for relaxing after working out. It has a jacuzzi attached in it. There are no laps to be done in this pool. That's was all I needed to know.
Ahh, but you see, I had to pass the reception/sales area to leave. And this muscle woman was with me and introduced me to snaky guy again. I said "Yeah. We met."
And he says "What do you think!? Why don't we come back here?! And I'm in a cubicle. And he has a FLIP CHART. This flip chart shows me what everyone else has to pay. But not me! I get a deal! I don't know why! But it's a deal! They are going to WAIVE the $300 startup fee! And I work at Starbucks! So I get an additional $5 off per month! And I don't have to pay the BLAHbehblah either! What a bargain! And adding another family member is only $20 more a month! Wow! Just $54 a month for me and Sean to go swimming in a crappy decorative pool! And they take the money directly out of our bank account for us! He just needs a blank check, and first and last payments today!
I say "Thanks. I'll talk to my husband and see what he thinks."
"What? You need to talk to him before you spend your money?"
"Heh. No. I want to discuss this with him to decide if this is what we want to do."
"Well I'm sure if you two have an open, honest relationship with each other, he wouldn't be *opposed* to a fitness plan!"
"I'm not going to sign up today. I just came to see the pool."
"If there's a problem with the money, I can just take a check for $50 today and you can postdate it for payday."
"No, it's not that, it's just that we talked about swimming a few months ago, and that's all we've discussed. I didn't plan on signing up for a gym today - I just came to see the pool"
"Why would it take you three months find a fitness plan?"
While he's asking this, and I have no idea why he asked me this, I was sighing and standing up and walking away. It wasn't fun anymore. I didn't say anything, I just walked away while he yelled "Oh! Okay!" in a really rude and sarcastic I'm-a-cool-guy-with-beady-eyes-who-works-out-everyday type of way.
As I was walking out the front door, I yelled to the receptionist, "Cancel my appointment with What's-Her-Face." Then I threw my bottle of pink whey whatevah into the bushes by their front door.
Thankfully, they asked for my phone number three times, and all three times I gave them the same fake number. So whoever has the phone number I gave them, I am *so sorry*.
...Have any of you worked at a gym? What sort of training do you have for this? Is it an all day "Don't Take No for an Answer" type training deal? I mean, it was so horrible it was downright humorous. Every person I had contact with there seemed to be cultish and ... guilty ... with beaming smiles.
And what's the benefit to this system? Do they really get more members by running in circles with numbers and deals and traps while training every person there to be snaky? Wouldn't they save money by having the receptionist just answer the questions over the phone? Remember, this all started by me calling to find out their HOURS.
Do the employees *only* work on commission?
Those fifteen minutes of fame?
They're starting right now.
Oh! And meet Jon and Amy in the Cast link above!
Oh yeah - I'm going to the Sasquatch Music Festival with the Hall Brothers. Begin jealousy now.
So someone at GGLO Architecture & Interior Design discovered my website and now it's "uncovered." People from GGLO are lurking about and it's totally fine with me. I don't work there anymore, but Jon does, so I'll ....HEH! No I won't!
Sorry, Jon, but I need to come clean:
YES I had a crush on Clayton AND Matt Haba AND Don MacKay AND Todd Bertellotti and probably a few others I've forgotten.
YES I was, and still am, a horrible influence to Jon. Yes Jon has become a permanent fixture in my & Sean's lives. I call his parents "Mom" and "Dad". I fight with his little brother. He goes to my hometown and Sean's hometown to hang with our families for summer vacations. He's going home with me this June.
YES I hooked up Jon with the woman he lives with today. They are in love and she's totally awesome and some of you know her from the company she works for doing business with GGLO.
YES I'm still bitter that Linda wanted me fired from the day I started and yes I'm bitter that Bill Gaylord never figured out my name. MY NAME IS NOT TRACY.
YES I adored just about every person that worked there. Except the ones who made it very clear how much they looked down upon me. Unfortunately there were about five of you. You know who you are.
YES I take psychological credit for Press Apartments. That's right. Press. I look at that building and remember all the nights that we stood on the sidewalk looking at every teeny flaw in every inch of that structure Jon could see while we should have been walking to our sign language classes. I remember Sean and I spending an afternoon making lasagna to deliver to Jon at the office on a Sunday because he was practically living at the office for a few weekends in a row. I remember seeing the interior gameroom before it was open, and asking Jon "Lori Naig did the colors, no?" I remember how hard he worked on that thing. I was there.
So all you GGLO employees who think you're discovering something by being here - look all you want. Jon's everywhere on this site - even his high school reunion that he took ME to. This site's been public for years.
Jon's not embarrassed of me like GGLO was.
Sorry, Jon. These are my words, not yours.