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I've always thought of having my own TV show. I will loose a paper journal, so this is my way of keeping track of all the wacky things that happen to and around me. Enjoy!
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Folies Bergere
Thursday, May 29, 2008
First tourney of the trip
I player pretty well. I think there was some luck in there too.
Monday, May 12, 2008
In person interview at Sensys Networks in CA
My overall impression of the company is that they are a start up that is having some growing pains, but at least they have some actual business which to bank on. I think I would be the first technical person outside of California that they would hire. I interviewed for over 3 hours, and actually missed my original flight.
This is where the adventure began. The original flight was scheduled for fly from Oakland, to Chicago, to Baltimore. The new flight, Oakland, to LA, to Nashville, Baltimore. It got to LA okay, but then there were problems. The plane malfunctioned, and we had to change planes. These are the text messages that I sent:
Update: Fixed plane. Try again..
Actually they didn't get it fixed, and we changed planes.
I'm sitting between a retarded girl and an old porn star.
Yes, real retarded, not like stupid people. You know the great thing about retards? They say what is on their mind, and a lot of times your mind. For an example, before we boarded the plane, they tell you that it's about time to board the plane. She bolted to get on. When we were sitting on the plane waiting to take off, she started to bounce up and down saying, "Lets Go!" I was thinking the same thing.
The former porn star, well, I think the retarded girl was smarter, but she did have a nice rack that she was showing off.
Update: New plane. Leave in an hour...I hope..
It was more like 2 hours, but we got off the ground. And the long flight to Nashville. What was a pain about the who thing is that I got off the plane in LA to get something to eat. The flight attendants told me to hurry back, they were going to load up and take off again. So I just grabbed some McDonalds food. I would have gotten something decent if I would have known I had 2 hours to spare.
Made it to Nashville. They called over the PA for a doctor or nurse. There was both. Paramedics met us at the gate.
A woman in the back of the plane had a medical problem. I don't know exactly what happened, but it's never a good thing when they ask for a doctor. She was able to get off the plane on her own power (all be it shaky). And I was on the last leg back to Baltimore. I was concerned that I wouldn't have my luggage, which had my claim ticket for the parking lot, and the phone number for the bus. As it turned out, everything wen well once I got back.
My luggage was waiting for me, I got the ticket, I called and they came and picked me up, and I went home.
I have to wonder is this isn't some kind of sign about this job. Anyway, they haven't made me an offer yet, so I'll just wait and see.
Monday, May 05, 2008
Squirrel crossing....
Friday, May 02, 2008
Bruce in C-ville
Once we arrive is C-ville, we go straight to the arena, where we meet up with Chris. Also part of the plan was to meet up with my friend Mary (and her friend). Basically it was a fine group outing.
We hung out a while and he got the E-Street Lounge. This is the'backstage' area. But, it sure ain't the 'backstage' of the '70's. Basically it's a bunch of middle-aged people standing around, hoping that band members will come out and say hi. This did happen with Garry Tallent (bass player) and Steven Van Zandt (guitar player) . Garry was sort of hanging around, but Steven was only meeting people who were in a fan-club. Mary did get a picture with Garry, and it made her night. It was kind of lame, and I got a quick picture of Steven on the way out.
As for the show, well it was kind of lame too. The shows the past week or so have been REALLY good, some of the best that had taken place on the tour. Well it can't last forever. This show was one of the lame shows of the tour. As Backstreets magazine put it, "... after more than a week of channeling so much into the performance, an emotional drain has understandably taken its toll."
Then it was time for the long walk, I mean drive, home. It really didn't seem to be that bad of a drive back. I was in bed by 2:00am.