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neildmitchell said:
you are a rather wild guy, how old are you again?.
You cant be any older then 21

I was 17 when that picture was taken. I am 18 now. I turn 19 next April :).

DodgyThong said:
em's just a baby :) look at that pic.. cute as a button.. hehe It's gotta be those glasses rite.. and I reckon that pic was taken ages ago...

Thank you :).

leekohler said:
OMG! I just read your blog. You little piece of trash! :) I'm so impressed! You can cheat on me anytime as long as you share stories like that. ;)

Nah, I won't be doing any anonymous mutual masturbation like that. It really wasn't that enjoyable. I get just as much enjoyment from dancing, and it doesn't effect me negatively on a long term level. :)

However, my adventures are far from over, I'll have things new things to post soon enough. Right now, the most exciting thing to happen to me is an exciting 10 second interval between coughs rather than the usual 5 :rolleyes:. I abhor being sick. :(

_Emerson
 
scem0 said:
I was 17 when that picture was taken. I am 18 now. I turn 19 next April :).



Thank you :).



Nah, I won't be doing any anonymous mutual masturbation like that. It really wasn't that enjoyable. I get just as much enjoyment from dancing, and it doesn't effect me negatively on a long term level. :)

However, my adventures are far from over, I'll have things new things to post soon enough. Right now, the most exciting thing to happen to me is an exciting 10 second interval between coughs rather than the usual 5 :rolleyes:. I abhor being sick. :(

_Emerson

(sigh) Oh well, I tried. ;) BTW- my NYC plans may change a bit. The friend I'm staying with may need to go out of town when I was planning to go. I'll let you know what's up though.
 
scem0 said:
I've only followed one blog my entire life, and I created it yesterday :p._Emerson
Adhere to your own act, and congratulate your-self if you have done something strange and extravagant, and broken the monotony of a decorous age. Ralph Waldo Emerson
 
Bummer flight out of DC

Just found out today that I will not be able to take and get away anywhere (other than DC) over Halloween. It looks like I my be able to depart early evening (will know more on Tuesday perhaps) on Saturday Oct 15th with my return on the 18th (Tuesday). Still pretty committed to seeing Chicago. Though I am tempted by (flight times and desire, not all matching), to SF, Las Vegas, Boston, and Savannah, GA. If I had faith that Independence Air would be flying after the 1st of the year, I might consider San Juan.

I have to say that I am still very tempted in seing Chicago. Meeting Lee would be a blast. But also a chance to see a city for a few days that I might see myself moving to. No way do I see the other cities I mentioned as ones that I could see myself moving to (except SF, but there are many "expectations" that make SF hard to see moving to for one that is well in their 40's).

So it looks like I will have to plan on taking my camera out on the streets of DC on Halloween night this year.
 
Grey Beard said:
Adhere to your own act, and congratulate your-self if you have done something strange and extravagant, and broken the monotony of a decorous age. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Great quote, and it suits our Emo very well. I look forward in the next few weeks to be able to meet our Emo on a Sun-Mon Chinatown bus trip.

I look with admiration at his values,and how he has tried to stay true to them as he has discovered the big city that in NYC.
 
A Pilgrimage

A week ago I said that on Tuesday last I'd make the journey to my buddy's grave. It did not happen.
Monday was seeing my GP (same old ...) and the evening was spent having an MRI done of my head, and or brain (the latter was even evident) Unfortunately both Tuesday and Wednesday were somewhat inclement as far as the weather went. Thursday, I had to see the specialist to interpret the MRI and be given the results. The outcome was one I'd have preferred not to have heard, but hades on a harlot, you get that on the big jobs. Friday, I procrastinated, and Saturday was in treatment. Actually quite interesting. Needles and probes being shoved in my neck, just below my ear, and through and into the spine. The sound of graunching and grating on bone was unusual but really not that upsetting. And then came Sunday.

I drove quietly to the valley where the cemetery is and parked the car in the approximate area. The tryst was finally being kept. He's in the lawn cemetery, found a tree that I recalled and counted off what I thought was the grid point. I looked down and there was his plaque..... Passed away 5th Feb 1971, aged 21 years. Last time I'd made the pilgimage, I searched for an hour among the hundreds and hundreds of plots. I got so upset, a kindly sexton looked in his records and he took me to his plot. This visit I walked there directly. The sky was overcast, and the light breeze attempted to dry the tears streaming down my face. We only talked for 15 or 20 minutes. I told him how sorry I was to have been such an arsehole and that I knew that sorrow would never bring him back. That I missed him year in and year out and that wherever he was, regardless of his faith or lack of it, I may be with him again quite soon. I loved that man so much. Dripping tears on the headstone, I pressed a gold coin into the soil in case no one had thought to leave him money to pay the gatekeeper. I kissed the plaque and retraced my steps back to the car.

I've attempted to check for typo's and spelling as I'm not a touch typist, and I can't see the bloody keyboard very well. Still too many damned tears.

Grey Beard
 
Grey Beard said:
A week ago I said that on Tuesday last I'd make the journey to my buddy's grave. It did not happen.
Monday was seeing my GP (same old ...) and the evening was spent having an MRI done of my head, and or brain (the latter was even evident) Unfortunately both Tuesday and Wednesday were somewhat inclement as far as the weather went. Thursday, I had to see the specialist to interpret the MRI and be given the results. The outcome was one I'd have preferred not to have heard, but hades on a harlot, you get that on the big jobs. Friday, I procrastinated, and Saturday was in treatment. Actually quite interesting. Needles and probes being shoved in my neck, just below my ear, and through and into the spine. The sound of graunching and grating on bone was unusual but really not that upsetting. And then came Sunday.

I drove quietly to the valley where the cemetery is and parked the car in the approximate area. The tryst was finally being kept. He's in the lawn cemetery, found a tree that I recalled and counted off what I thought was the grid point. I looked down and there was his plaque..... Passed away 5th Feb 1971, aged 21 years. Last time I'd made the pilgimage, I searched for an hour among the hundreds and hundreds of plots. I got so upset, a kindly sexton looked in his records and he took me to his plot. This visit I walked there directly. The sky was overcast, and the light breeze attempted to dry the tears streaming down my face. We only talked for 15 or 20 minutes. I told him how sorry I was to have been such an arsehole and that I knew that sorrow would never bring him back. That I missed him year in and year out and that wherever he was, regardless of his faith or lack of it, I may be with him again quite soon. I loved that man so much. Dripping tears on the headstone, I pressed a gold coin into the soil in case no one had thought to leave him money to pay the gatekeeper. I kissed the plaque and retraced my steps back to the car.

I've attempted to check for typo's and spelling as I'm not a touch typist, and I can't see the bloody keyboard very well.

Grey Beard

Grey, you have done your mates memory well, despite how you feel given all these years and circumstances. The least of us should be remembered the way you have remembered him for the past 34 years. Some of us do not know the final resting place of those that we have lost, and may never know if we truly lost some, since there is no "proof"; just passing comments.

Closure is something that can help. Though it is not the end all. Some of us don't have that. Some of us have had ones that we cared about have their body's taken off to destinations unknown. Others of us are still left wondering what has happened.

I still remember vividly when I visited my parents grave site a couple of years after I met my ex. I talked to them about how their values had paid off, I had found the one that I could love and trust. And they should be proud.

Your mate and my ex made their own choices. Choices that they never realized would leave a lasting mark on either of us. Choices that you and I live with each day. Choices that have an impact on how we view life.

For you, those choices you have had 30+ years to deal with. I have had only had 6+ months to deal with. And you and I have had to deal with well meaning people that feel or felt that we needed to move on in some sort of way.

I can only speak from my own experiences, I want some "validation" of 13+ years, some hopeful understanding from my ex that it was tough love that drew me to the final days between us both. I am not sure that he knows of the many calls to Sprint PCS and OnStar; and to his mother - in the days that she and I did what we could to get him home to get the proper treatment.

I just wish he understood (just as your mate) what pain he left me with. To blunt and honest, there is not a day in some way that goes by (some are worse than others) that I don't think of my ex. Either in the present, or even in the recent past of his time in need. Katrina and Rita only brought some of those feelings even further to the forefront.

I hope you and I both can find peace. Not sure how for each of us. But I do pray for all of us that face pasts that we can find a conclusion to; that we are shown the way to inner peace.
 
MontyZ said:
Well, I certainly love your MR forum name: Dodgy Thong

Is there any meaning "behind" it?

Well.. yes there is.. but y'see in Aus a thong is a shoe... i think you ppl call em flip-flops? or something.. anyway.. i used to have a necklace and the pendandt was the word DoDgY, and a metal thong. It was made by a company called Dodgy inc. I stole the name from that I suppose. Most ppl IRL call me Dodgy now, after the necklace. I added the Thong because on the net I need a last name sometimes. :) So.. there's the story. Not very exciting.. I could make one up tho... :)
 
OK- time for a little story of my own. After the shoot on Thursday night, I felt a little like I hadn't done the best I could. That said, Friday was a physical semi-hell. As the day went on, I realized I was getting more and more sore all over. Mind you, the night before at the shoot I had to:

1. Stab a cop with an ice pick, then pistol whip and shoot him.
2. Carry a girl wrapped in plastic over my shoulder across the apartment and shove her in a closet several times (thank god she only weighed 110 lbs.)
3. Do many extreme reaction shots over and over so the director could get them all at different angles. (actually, all of the above mentioned actions had to be repeated over and over).

By the time I left work Friday, I was walking like an old man. EVERYTHING HURT- my sides, my back, my bruised knees and my chest muscles were all on fire. My voice though was surprisingly OK, in spite of all the screaming I had to do. I felt all of my 38 years, believe me. I'm DEFINITELY NOT 21 anymore. :)

So I woke up today, feeling just as miserable and decided it was time for massage therapy. I went to the salon/spa around the corner from my apartment and got in right away for a deep tissue massage. OMG! Has anyone here ever had one of those? It is the most intense pain/pleasure I've ever felt- very, very intense. One good thing- the guy who did my massage works in one of the bars up the street and I knew him from going there, which made the whole experience much nicer. Anyway, he told me to drink lots of water because I would start peeing a lot as the massage had released the toxins from my muscles. He was right. As soon as I walked the one block home, I had to urinate. But I have to tell you, I'm really starting to feel good. I'm still very sore, but it's a good sore.

The point is- I felt much better about the shoot after that experience and realized, even though it's not perfect, I did some really good work Thursday night. :)
 
leekohler said:
So I woke up today, feeling just as miserable and decided it was time for massage therapy. I went to the salon/spa around the corner from my apartment and got in right away for a deep tissue massage. OMG! Has anyone here ever had one of those? It is the most intense pain/pleasure I've ever felt- very, very intense. One good thing- the guy who did my massage works in one of the bars up the street and I knew him from going there, which made the whole experience much nicer. Anyway, he told me to drink lots of water because I would start peeing a lot as the massage had released the toxins from my muscles. He was right. As soon as I walked the one block home, I had to urinate. But I have to tell you, I'm really starting to feel good. I'm still very sore, but it's a good sore.
A deep tissue massage sounds AWESOME right now, My back neck and shoulders are so freakin tense. I think Im goona go stretch and do some yoga now.

Theres nothing like knowing you did a good job at work. :)
 
neildmitchell said:
A deep tissue massage sounds AWESOME right now, My back neck and shoulders are so freakin tense. I think Im goona go stretch and do some yoga now.

Theres nothing like knowing you did a good job at work. :)

Trust me neil, I've never experienced anything like it. You get really tired afterward too. I laid on the couch the rest of the day like they told me to- oh and peed a lot. :) And some of the work I did was good, some of it mediocre. I just hope that when I go in for the voiceover, I like what I see.
 
Glad to hear you feel better about the shoot, Lee :). I haven't gotten a deep tissue massage yet, I'll have to have someone show me how nice it is ;).

Chip NoVaMac said:
scem0, was truly wondering how your health was doing. Hope you will take a break from the party nights.

I'm doing quite well, thanks :). I only left my dorm once today to go get soup (wonton and hot and sour soup, yummy). So, I'm trying to take it easy so that I can get over this quickly, and get back to dancing. I felt good enough to do a whole bunch of handstand pushups later in the day.

I am very confident that you and Kevin will feel much better about your past loves soon enough because you are handling the pain of the past in healthy fashions. Time will help :).

_Emerson
 
scem0 said:
Glad to hear you feel better about the shoot, Lee :). I haven't gotten a deep tissue massage yet, I'll have to have someone show me how nice it is ;).



I'm doing quite well, thanks :). I only left my dorm once today to go get soup (wonton and hot and sour soup, yummy). So, I'm trying to take it easy so that I can get over this quickly, and get back to dancing. I felt good enough to do a whole bunch of handstand pushups later in the day.

I am very confident that you and Kevin will feel much better about your past loves soon enough because you are handling the pain of the past in healthy fashions. Time will help :).

_Emerson

Ah yes- hot and sour soup. Very good for a cold. It clears the sinuses. :) Oh- and I'm definitely not qualified to give anyone a deep tissue massage. You could hurt someone if you don't know what you're doing. It' much more than a backrub. More like having a Mack truck hit you, although in a very nice way. :)
 
And makes a stuffy nose a runny nose. I become a human waterfall after a bowl of hot and sour soup. :p

leekohler said:
More like having a Mack truck hit you, although in a very nice way. :)

ouch.

_Emerson
 
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