Tuesday, May 31, 2005
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Monday, May 23, 2005
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Thursday, May 19, 2005
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Monday, May 16, 2005
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Saturday, May 14, 2005
This is the cover to the second printing of Diebold #1. We sold out of our first printing and went back to a second printing Not big numbers, but for today they'd be even better. The first printing cover was by Sam Kieth (of The Maxx fame) and on the back cover we had this one by Mike Zeck (of Punisher fame). For the second printing we just flipped them.
This isn't a great picture, but I had to take it in the dark and with my camera phone. I just wanted to show how spoiled Buffy is, she has to have a blanket to sleep under. I didn't start this, my parents did when I would leave her over with them.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
- Foghat (the first concert I went to, in the old Warehouse in downtown NewOrleans.)
- Irma Thomas
- Van Halen
- Sammy Hagar
- Ted Nugent
- Blue Oyster Cult
- Cheap Trick (at least three times)
- Christopher Cross
- Charlie Daniels
- Pat Benatar
I hope Heather doesn't think I was upset or something during the concert. I wasn't. I was just occupied, Wednesday was the day my Dad was supposed to find more out and when he would have surgery. I kept trying to call, but for some reason I couldn't get any reception in the areana. The phone would just ring and ring. Once someone picked up and I could barely hear my Dad, I kept yelling "Hello!" but he couldnt' hear me. Today he said he could hear me but it sounded like I was whispering. So I was kind of low key during the concert, I enjoyed it, but at the same time my mind wasn't completely on it.
Monday, May 09, 2005
This is the cover to the first issue of Diebold I wrote and published. About ten years ago...wow, it doesn't seem that long ago and than again it seems even longer. There's one more issue in the series and than the artist and I called it quits. This is also about the time I gave up the trying to bang my head against the wall and make a living as a writer. I've done almost nothing since. I think I want to try and give it a try again. Call me stupid, but I think I'll make another go of it. I think I'll post some of the covers to the different comics I've done and tell you about what went into creating the comic and anything else that comes to mind.I'll talk more about Diebold later after I post the second issue cover.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
I see some people that address their Mom by their given name. Now there's nothing wrong with that, but I just can't do it. My Mom is Mom, not Nell. She's Nell to my Dad or her sisters or her friends. To me she'll always be Mom. And that's the way I like it.
My Mom was the one that always paid the bills. My Dad came home and gave her his check and she did all the money stuff with it. I don't think my Dad would know how to pay a bill. She's never been late with a bill in her life. Me, I'm the complete opposite, if I'm on time with a bill it's a miracle. Sometimes my brother and I might think my Mom was kind of tight with a dollar. There are times when she seems to be too concerned with the dollars and cents but than out of the blue she'll go out and spend more money on a present than she should.
At Christmas my Mom always makes sure she spends pretty much the same amount on presents for all of us. I know when we were younger, my brother and I were only a year and a half apart, if one of us got what we thought was less than the other the aggrevied party would throw a fit. But now we've went and got all grown we don't count how many presents the other gets (at least too often) but my Mom wants to make sure we get treated equally.
She worked all her life. I never thought she would retire. I was really happy when she finally retired about ten years ago. With their retirement and social security my parents are doing better than ever, they have fewer expenses but they live a good life. They have been happier than ever. My mom works in her yard, they go shopping, they build things, they just enjoy life and it's something that she deserves.
So all this ruminations about my mom leads to one thought....Happy Mother's Day, Mom!
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Friday, May 06, 2005
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
So it's going to be down to me and this other guy. Unless someone else puts their name in. The problem is that I'm not sure how bad I want this store. I really don't want to move. I like it here in Slidell. My parents and brother are fairly close, my friends are here. And I just don't want to move. Alexandria is in the middle of nowhere. It's a small town, which I don't mind. I like the fact that Slidell is a small town, but it's within an hours drive of New Orleans, so when I want to go to a big city I can without a long drive.
I'm not sure what the pay increase would be either. I really don't want to take on the added pressure of running a store without a good pay bump. From what I've heard it's not that big a raise. I can't see uprooting my life and moving and taking on all the extra work and pressure for a small raise.
I like where I'm at now. I am in a position where I work all days with every Saturday off. I've never worked a schedule like this as long as I've been in retail, which is all my working life. I enjoy what I'm doing and I love the hours.
Now I wouldn't mind running my own store again. I liked being a store manger when I was with Service Merchandise. I actually do like the pressure of "having" my own store. I like taking ownership of my own store.
I'm jumping the gun here of course. I might not even be offered the store. But this is all things I need to thing about and decide before it gets down to the wire. I don't want to get offered the store and than say no thanks. If I go that far I should be ready to take it if it's offered me. The district manager wants to make a decision by the middle of the summer so she can get the new store director training with all the other store directors in the district.
I guess I'm thinking more about it right now cause Steve told me about his decision today. I just have to do some heavy thinking. (Another factor is my Father is going to the doctor next week, he's been having some problems and will have to have surgery soon, but they're not sure on all the final details yet. That could help make my mind up, depending on how sick he is.)
Well at least I have some more time to decide....
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Sunday was supposed to be a lot cooler than the previous two days. I decided to wear long pants and a long sleeve shirt over a t shirt. Plus I really didn't want the sun to touch my body again, I was pretty sunburned. I met Larry at the store and we set off for the last day of the first weekend. It was pretty chilly outside too, so I was feeling pretty smart with my choice of clothes.
We got to the site with no problem, parked in his great parking spot and was waiting outside the gate with two hours to spare. It's actually pretty fun, we set up our chairs and before long there's a group of people with us. Most of these people come to Jazzfest every year and they know each other. One guy came up and asked the people working on the other side of the gate if they wanted anything to eat and than proceeded to go get them some breakfast sandwiches.
Today we would not be at the Sprint stage. The first two days most of our time was spent at the Sprint stage. Today we headed towards the Acura stage. This was the biggest stage area at the site. It had a huge screen on the side for the people way in the back to watch the show.
First up was a group called 007. We set up our chairs and then headed out while they played. We made the rounds. Ended up at the Live Fest tent, where they were selling cds of acts that have performed from the previous two days. Some of the shows were taped and transfered to cd and sold within hours of their performance. I asked the guy working the table how they picked which act to record. He said at the start they got the list of whoever was going to be at the Fest and sent them a letter telling them what they do and asking if they wanted to be recorded. Than if the act said yes they contacted their record company and got permission. They said Wilco said yes, but their record company said no, so there was no live recording of their show. They said that was probably the most requested show so far. I ended up buying the Meters show. Buddy Guy was recorded either or I would have bought it.
We got our food and drinks and headed back in time to catch the end of 007's act. They were pretty good. We found out later their keyboard player was the drummer for G Love & Special Sauce.
The next act was Jon Cleary. I had saw him perform with Snooks Eaglin from the first day, but today he was playing his own material. Jon is a transplated Englishman. He lives in New Orleans now and is a local landmark in the music world here. His show was really good.
After Jon was G Love & Special Sauce playing hip hop blues. He plays blues music and raps over it. He brought with him his own fans. He was good, maybe not exactly something I get crazy over, but I enjoyed it. I had heard some of his stuff before, I actually have one of his cds. Larry had never heard of him and was pleasantly surprised. One nice thing during his set was he brought out Charlie Musselwhite, the great hamonica player to play a song with him.
Next up was Dr John. What can be said about the Night Tripper? This is my fourth time I've been able to see Dr John. The last time was a few years ago and he seemed to be in poor health. Today he looked and sounded great.
The final act was Brian Wilson. The genius behind the Beach Boys. This was a show I really was looking forward to. It was packed by the time Brian came on. A girl, she couldn't have been more than twenty if she was that old, came pushing up from behind us. She made her way in front of me and than Larry. She turned to Larry and told him that she had been waiting all her life to see Brian Wilson and she was crying. Crying like in the old films you see of girls in the audience for Beatle shows. She stayed up front for three or four songs and every now and than she turned back to look at her boyfriend in the back and she was in tears all the time. It would be easy to make fun, but I think it was wonderful. She loved his music so much that it moved her to tears. It most be nice to be so moved by something.
Brian had a keyboard set up in front of him, but he never played it. Sometimes he looked a little lost on stage, but he sang great. One point he was introducing a song and forgot the name of it....his first song he ever wrote, Surfer Girl. Can you imagine your first song you write is a song of the quality of Surfer Girl. It might not be Good Vibrations, or California Girls, but it still is a classic. He was such a genius and it's such a shame.
When they finished playing his back up singer came over and took him by the arm and lead him off stage. But they were back in a few minutes to do a few more songs. He even put a guitar on and played a few chords.
Listening to him was something special. So many of his songs are classics and have become part of our everyday life that hearing them come from the creator was awesome. Only a few times have I felt like this, with people like John Fogerty. You just hear a few chords and your whole body tingles and you know what's coming. It's special and almost enough to even bring me to tears.
I hated to see the day end. I wasn't going to be able to make it to the next weekend, I had to work. But end it did. It was a great day and a great weekend.