So, I found out that my nephew is a ghost hunter yesterday. He owns most of the equipment for it, less a thermal camera. Thermal cameras cost around $6 grand. His current website is on MySpace.
He has some pretty scary photos of ectoplasm. One definitely has a skull in it. He told us a story about some video he took of a possession after someone used an Ouija board. I hope that is not true.
Most of the conversation was around the activity in the house we all grew up in. Four of us saw things while we were living in the house. My mom said the woman who owns the house now is also seeing things. Here is a list of what each of us have seen:
1. Me - I saw a reflection of a woman from the kitchen. She was standing the living room by the windows.
2. Jack - Saw a bright blue light from the kitchen and utensils floating in the air.
3. Katie - Saw the woman in the living room by the window. Same woman.
4. My sister - Watched a cloud (ectoplasm?) form on top of the table in the kitchen. It spun around and around and went up into the ceiling.
5. We each have had weird things happen in the upstairs.
A little history is that a man who lived there before my family bought the house got so scared one night that he shot his pistol into the hallway. The doors still have the bullet holes.
The house has changed hands several times since my family moved out. No one stays for too long.
We do not know what the current woman is seeing. Jack wants to do an investigation. I'm not sure if she will let him/us do that.
Anyway, Karan and Jared, let me know if you are up for that.
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Friday, November 28, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Jared Likes FIRE!
Bonfires. Marshmellows. Smores. Trying to get a decent iPhone signal in the near-boonies. Did I mention fire?
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Whata Day
Seems like I was stressed out all day for no good reason. I managed to take an okay Drivers License pic today. Al least I will not cringe every time I see it. The last one was bad. Very bad.
Next week in International Women Week, so there is a lot of stuff going on within DA. One of the galley directors asked me to find some abstract artists around the world to interview. So far I have one from Ireland, and one from Scotland. I've approached a couple of women in Germany, Poland, and Puerto Rico. and Poland, but have not heard anything. There are two more women in Iran and Turkey that I want to approach, but I am not sure if they are fluent in English.
I may be able to add a huge name to my interviewed list next year. Dr. Neil Degrasse Tyson. I emailed him to request an interview for OLOGY a month ago. I was pleasantly surprised to see an email from his office yesterday. He has requested that i delay it until his next book is published in January 09, which is perfect. Of course I can wait. It just goes to show what a science geek I am...he is an astrophysicist. I have a pile of books on astrophysics that I read...ok try to read. His are more down to earth than most. Of course, Dave will share the by line. I am sure he has some questions for him, as well, and we will most likely co-write it.
The abstract art club that I started on DA is really taking off. I need to do some more promoting and recruiting. It is more of a challenge to manage than I expected it to be.
I spent a great deal of the afternoon sitting on the couch in my front room trying to read with Zoey crawling all over me. I did not want to miss the UPS man. He had my Cintiq. Got it at 645 pm. FINALLY. Anyway, I need to go to the Apple store tomorrow and buy a video cable adapter for the mac. I should hook it up to the VAIO.
Next week in International Women Week, so there is a lot of stuff going on within DA. One of the galley directors asked me to find some abstract artists around the world to interview. So far I have one from Ireland, and one from Scotland. I've approached a couple of women in Germany, Poland, and Puerto Rico. and Poland, but have not heard anything. There are two more women in Iran and Turkey that I want to approach, but I am not sure if they are fluent in English.
I may be able to add a huge name to my interviewed list next year. Dr. Neil Degrasse Tyson. I emailed him to request an interview for OLOGY a month ago. I was pleasantly surprised to see an email from his office yesterday. He has requested that i delay it until his next book is published in January 09, which is perfect. Of course I can wait. It just goes to show what a science geek I am...he is an astrophysicist. I have a pile of books on astrophysics that I read...ok try to read. His are more down to earth than most. Of course, Dave will share the by line. I am sure he has some questions for him, as well, and we will most likely co-write it.
The abstract art club that I started on DA is really taking off. I need to do some more promoting and recruiting. It is more of a challenge to manage than I expected it to be.
I spent a great deal of the afternoon sitting on the couch in my front room trying to read with Zoey crawling all over me. I did not want to miss the UPS man. He had my Cintiq. Got it at 645 pm. FINALLY. Anyway, I need to go to the Apple store tomorrow and buy a video cable adapter for the mac. I should hook it up to the VAIO.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Sparkle Motion?
Just so you know, I am questioning your committment to Sparkle Motion. Are you wearing enough glitter??? I mean really, there was more in the can, right? Can you ever really have enough flair?
I think we are all really drunk, and really tired, or really drunk and tired here.
I think we are all really drunk, and really tired, or really drunk and tired here.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Um2....
You know, that pic gets me reminiscing about this guy I use to hang out with all the time, named...well, I will call him Devin. Devin use to sit beside me at work. We had the same job...the only two in the department with it, so we worked pretty closely. He was a rocker in his spare time. A drummer. Had that dirty look to him...you know, he was clean and dirty at the same time. He was a very handsome man. Tall with brown hair, brown eyes, and a scar on his face. We got close over time. Went to lunch together all the time, drinkin' all the time, drinkin' on lunch a lot. He was prided himself as a functioning alcoholic. We loved to go shoot pool. We would curse each other's shots all the time. His curse for me was "monkey dust", my curse for him was "kitty glitter". I miss ole Devin. I moved to a different job at a different building...he came to the building, but we never really connected after that. We had a moment in time together and now it is gone. I hope he is happy now.
By the way, I never saw him naked. We were just friends.
By the way, I never saw him naked. We were just friends.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Fuck Me Running
I reserve the right to make lewd and perverted comments on my blog. It has nothing to do with any neurological disorder I may or may not have. It is not because I like the word Fuck, and use it often. It is not even about the fact that I call bad drivers "Fuck-Face" when no one else is in the car with me. That is actually part of a condition called Automotive Turrets...I made that up about a year ago.
Am I too old to still want to cuss like a sailor? I dunno, maybe. But the older I get, the less I care what people think.
So, my best friend from high school, Chris Gongaware, always use to say "Fuck me running." I have no idea what that means exactly, but as a teenager I thought it was cool. I didn't meet Chris until my senior year. She was the new girl. New as a senior in a town like that...new in the 8th grade was hard enough. So, we became great friends...outcasts attract and we did a ton of smoking and underage drinking together. And when we turned 18, it was frequent trips to Ohio to hit the bars. I always thought she was awesome. The year after high school she spent a lot of time stock piling her blood at the blood bank for a surgery she was planning to have. That was the thing to do at the time...with AIDS so new to the world. She ended up having this major surgery and wearing a cast around for what seemed like years afterward. She was so brave to go through that...she should have been off at college instead of being in so much pain. I have sort of lost touch with her over the years...we both have been through a lot of tragedies...it is hard to keep up when life has so many distractions. I have not seen her since the last time I was in Michigan.
So, if you Google your name and get here, Chris, email me. Or call me...actually, you better email me.
Am I too old to still want to cuss like a sailor? I dunno, maybe. But the older I get, the less I care what people think.
So, my best friend from high school, Chris Gongaware, always use to say "Fuck me running." I have no idea what that means exactly, but as a teenager I thought it was cool. I didn't meet Chris until my senior year. She was the new girl. New as a senior in a town like that...new in the 8th grade was hard enough. So, we became great friends...outcasts attract and we did a ton of smoking and underage drinking together. And when we turned 18, it was frequent trips to Ohio to hit the bars. I always thought she was awesome. The year after high school she spent a lot of time stock piling her blood at the blood bank for a surgery she was planning to have. That was the thing to do at the time...with AIDS so new to the world. She ended up having this major surgery and wearing a cast around for what seemed like years afterward. She was so brave to go through that...she should have been off at college instead of being in so much pain. I have sort of lost touch with her over the years...we both have been through a lot of tragedies...it is hard to keep up when life has so many distractions. I have not seen her since the last time I was in Michigan.
So, if you Google your name and get here, Chris, email me. Or call me...actually, you better email me.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Hello to Connor!
Thanks Connor...you are a rockin' kid. NOW quit watching Kelly's Youtube videos and do your homework!!! ;)
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Nick!
I love Nick. He is one of my dearest friends. I just don't see enough of him, actually. I need to call him.
My favorite conversation with Nick:
Nick: [Actually, I don't remember what Nick said to threaten me, but it was funny. It was either about some erotic poem I had written and he found on the net or about seeing someone who happen to look like me on a corner looking like a whore...in thigh-high black patent-leather stilettos...Jesus that is gross.]
Me: Are you blackmailing me??
Nick: Maybe....
Me: Kick ass!!!! (In my best Cartman voice)
Nick and I use to have this thing we called Creative Club where we would meet up around town and try to be creative. It would consist of 10 minutes of ideas and then slowly dissolve into a gossip session about everyone we knew. We would invite people to come join us, but then completely forget to tell them where and when we were meeting. Then we would ask them where in the hell they were at the next day and that they were sorely missed. This was not intentional, or to be mean…we were just very unorganized and last minute.
To be in the "club" one had to add a stanza onto a poem Nick wrote back in high school. When he was asked to write and present this poem in class he was in a particularly foul mood, so it ended up like this...
Birdie, birdie in the snow,
Had a broken wing you know.
Lured him in with bits of bread,
Then I smashed his pretty head.
Gruesome, huh? Well, Nick did not go unpunished. He was immediately sent to counseling to uncover what angst caused him to write such a horrible poem (besides just being a smart-ass kid who did not feel like writing one).
I since have forgotten my stanza...I bet its on one of my work computers from sometime in the past. Some IT guy may have found it...I sure hope so.
Feel free to add a stanza. It is rather dark, so keep it dark.
My favorite conversation with Nick:
Nick: [Actually, I don't remember what Nick said to threaten me, but it was funny. It was either about some erotic poem I had written and he found on the net or about seeing someone who happen to look like me on a corner looking like a whore...in thigh-high black patent-leather stilettos...Jesus that is gross.]
Me: Are you blackmailing me??
Nick: Maybe....
Me: Kick ass!!!! (In my best Cartman voice)
Nick and I use to have this thing we called Creative Club where we would meet up around town and try to be creative. It would consist of 10 minutes of ideas and then slowly dissolve into a gossip session about everyone we knew. We would invite people to come join us, but then completely forget to tell them where and when we were meeting. Then we would ask them where in the hell they were at the next day and that they were sorely missed. This was not intentional, or to be mean…we were just very unorganized and last minute.
To be in the "club" one had to add a stanza onto a poem Nick wrote back in high school. When he was asked to write and present this poem in class he was in a particularly foul mood, so it ended up like this...
Birdie, birdie in the snow,
Had a broken wing you know.
Lured him in with bits of bread,
Then I smashed his pretty head.
Gruesome, huh? Well, Nick did not go unpunished. He was immediately sent to counseling to uncover what angst caused him to write such a horrible poem (besides just being a smart-ass kid who did not feel like writing one).
I since have forgotten my stanza...I bet its on one of my work computers from sometime in the past. Some IT guy may have found it...I sure hope so.
Feel free to add a stanza. It is rather dark, so keep it dark.
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