I like birthdays, don't you, scumbag?

Work has been intense...

I had to cut a full four minute piece this weekend. With stress pumping through my veins and affecting my sleep, i trudged through all of saturday and sunday, through snow and bad footage, to accomplish a pretty good rough cut. Then i got chewed out by a director when i had a session on the other project we are working on. Cutting with someone riding your back is no fucking fun, let me tell you. I felt like a stubborn mule that had to be whipped in the right direction.

So with the stress ball living permanently in my stomach, i have not had the chance to post well. I apologize. This will be rectified as soon as i can.

Marathon, a City in Greece…

I played poker until six in the morning on Friday. I didn’t mean for it to go down like that, it just did.

It started with a cash game. Lost thirty and then went huge, for like about sixty, in a string of good luck and good baiting. Then after a bad beat, I went all in with top pair jacks, only to face kings. It all went downhill from there.

Bomba left early with a bit.

Linzie and Allison won the most.

John won out once most people had left to come back even, and jim left minus ten with his twenty.

Then we played a tourney which dave won, john getting his money back.

Jim and I did’t like that. I was down fifty

Which I won on the next tourney, dave second.

John won the next one, but I don’t have a picture of second, which is strange. I wonder who it was?

But I got my day again, beating dave one on one one more time (one won). Then I came in second in dave’s last time.

John then beat me at the heads up.

He liked that.

All in all, I either came out even or up ten, so I am now about plus thirty.

Oh! I almost forgot, I played last Wednesday on my booting day. Came out up five, John winning most from Angus.

Catch deuce deuces…

I’ve been away. So sorry, so sorry. It has been a week. Friday, I looked upon a slow and easy day. I basically had two things to do before freeing myself four three days of fun, past the MLK Monday. (Happy MLK Jr. day, by the way). And then the call came in: a hotshot editor from LA was going to “four wall” at our place. We needed to impress him, and yet we barely had the room for all the jobs that were coming in, and we needed the extra avids to load one job while the editor cut another. Oh and they were bringing local drives and we needed to rent a specific dock but we only had one G5 that had the right SCSI (pronounced scuzee) card to connect and we had to move it to a better wired room and then rent a PAL (pal is the frame rate and resolution standard they use in europe, different from our NTSC, which is why you cannot watch tapes from over seas on our vcrs) beta to load and buy DVD Studio Pro so they could burn presentable DVDs with menus that had their graphics… basically, a shit load of work, including producing oriented things that are not really my job. It also looked like Monday would no longer be set my Dustin free day.

Kerry was coming , and this all got plopped on the assistants because not a single boss was there.

I got pissed. But fuck it all, I got it done (with help from Robert Sarra and Mitch, bless their hearts). Then party time Saturday brought flu time.

Then one visting editor turned into two, and two new jobs started at the same time for my editor. I worked until one in the morning helping the one assistant, Rennie, that they brought breakdown ten TC hours (time code hours, a reel of film usually around 15 minutes).

But I also finally asked for a tech raise. Let me explain, for the last six months, I turned into not only the mac fix my email tech guy, but the avid one as well. For whatever reason, I became the fastest troubleshooter. I was the tech guy, and the assistant, but only getting paid for one. So I asked for tech money, and I got it. Which fucking rocks. I actually feel like they are giving me what I am now (thanks to them) worth. Except now it’s official. The tech thing is my JOB.

And john sold some portraits to his school for a nice chunk of change, so I went to his house to celebrate. Angus was there, and we played poker. Mary had made some delicious banana bread, and I had like four pieces, way too much. When I arrived home, because I felt like I still had to kill the flu, I took a shot of Nyquil and fell asleep.

Only to wake up at five forty-five in the am with that pitty feeling in my stomach that signals booting. So out came the bloody looking half digested banana bread nyquil frappe, the volatile combination combusting in my gut.

I hate throwing up more than I hate packing, and let me tell you, I fucking hate packing.

So now im shadow cutting one job while my editor cuts the other, and not getting enough sleep.

But im rich, bitches!

check one two

Poker recap…

Last Thursday I had the only poker night of the weekend. I thought more would come which is why this post is so late.

We started with a tourney again. I caught well and went into the merge in second place to Gable. And so, as big stacks we cleaned it up a bit until there were three.

Allison was small enough that we ate her up nicely and at a quick pace, making it two.

But she got her money back, so I think she was happy.

Gable and I pushed ourselves a bit until we both had top pair with queens. I had a seven kicker and he had a five. He kept betting hard, and I kept calling until the end, where he spiked a five on the river.

Then a few hands later, I didn’t raise with A 2 thinking that if he didn’t raise preflop and an ace came up I would push hard. Sure enough an ace comes up and he reraises my 15 dollars with forty more. I take a while and go all in to find he did not raise preflop with an A J, and basically worked me for the 90 dollar win.

But I got second and ten profit.

Of course, while the final table of the tourney raged on, the cash game started. Depalma played like crazy and got lucky. He scared everyone until neal finally took him out with A high on a bold play. He then proceeded to tell me he was just going to sit tight and not be very aggressive. So when I got low pair with twos and an ace kicker, I went all in, thinking he would never call that. He instantly throws his money in the pot and shows me pocket kings. Damn! But then, the miraculous turn brought forth an A and I take the pot with two pair.

Neal leaves early with about 50 dolores.

Mike worked it at the end flying under the radar, and left the winner with 80.

And I did not fare so bad either, slowplaying a flush on John to clean him out. I walked out fifty dollars richer.

This is what Gager thought about his loss.

At the beginning of the evening, Depalma brought a friend that we both shared.

And John and i ended the night with pizza.

Oh, and I went back through the blog and found that my plus seventy count of last poker update was actually a minus 30. So now I am finally in the black, up twenty.

Down in Dumba…

Kerry and I went for a late breakfast (around 5pm) to the Metro Diner, one of my favorites.

A guy was pulling a typical NYC move, on our way there, and I secretly snapped him.

Can you tell what e is doing? He is waiting for his wife to come back with the car so they can park there. He’s physically saving the space. Gotta love this city…

Then I went down to Dumbo to the Brooklyn Media Lab’s Lets Do Launch Party. I was late. I was supposed to be there very early to help set up video presentations (you see, my job IS good for something, I now have the technical knowhow to be used as an assistant techie).

Digetelle, (in probably the worst picture of the night) led the set up troops in a this-is-too-much freaked out manner.

John put up some of his art.

There were other very cool visual artistes in the back as well. Damon Hamm

(middle) had these cool sculptures.

You can’t see it but the turkey is being held up by turkey carving prong forks.

In the other corner a cracked artist showed his mettle.

I liked his shit allot. But I didn’t get to meet him. Meanwhile, Vlad and Olga,

projectionist video artists set up this cool shit in the performance room. And speaking of, the performances started with some poetry slam. Malcom rocked it with some apropos social commentary.

Poetree (Peoples Organized Entertainment Teaching Education Everywhere) rocked the mic with a slamming set.

Charlotte then had a fashion show of her C Spot Design line.

Doesn’t John look striking?

Finally, CEO (chronic electronic orchestra) made it up on stage.

(I couldn’t take good pictures of them because…

Someone had to ride the levels!) Yes, my editing skills have also allowed me to be a soundboard operator.

And I ended the night like every night should end, sucking tittie.

All in all, a pretty fucking cool time at the Dumba Collective (not spelled wrong, that is the name of the space). I felt like I was needed, and that I could do all this technical shit, that I could troubleshoot with the best of them.

Now I am a bit sick and it sucks, but whatevs, it was worth it.

A party time…

The poker report of Thursday action shall arrive later. Last night, after the work fiasco that I had to take care of, kerry came in to the city. We went out to Saigon grill with una and jeff. Here are all the permutations of couples available from our quartet.

Then we headed through this belatedly lit street

To lin manuels birthday party.

Saw some old peeps that I had not seen for a bit, larisson and Suzanne and arcelie.

The outfit of the night was white shirt with jeans.

I spilt this drink all over my fucking leg.

And I actually got on the dance floor.

Not a bad night.

You know when you get fucked by work, like hard core, suddenly, with no warning, balls deep, no lube? You know that feeling? I just had it. Tell you all about it later.

they coming in...

so the other lists are finally being mailed, enjoy...

Baumiel writes in from the left coast:
I, too, missed a bunch of shit

1. Nobody Knows
2. Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter...Spring
3. Sideways
4. Maria Full of Grace
5. Ray
6. Touching the Void (Was that even this year?)
7. The Incredibles
8. Spotless Sunshine

Excoworker Bill says:
Here I go, my number one is a bit off, but I was
born handsome, not popular.

1. I Heart Huckabees
2. Sideways
3. Bad Education
4. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind
5. Garden State
6. Kill Bill Vol. 2
7. The Life Aquatic
8. Napoleon Dynamite
9. The Aviator
10.Supersize Me

Worst Movie Of The Year- Finding Neverland
Honorable Mention - End Of The Century, Farenheit
911, A Very Long Engagement

Coworker bryan says:
1. Sideways
2. Eternal Sunshine
3. Shawn of the Dead
4. Napolean Dynamite
5. Red Lights
6. Riding Giants
7. Metallica: Some kind of Monster
8. Very Long Engagement
9. House of Flying Daggers
10. Farenheit 9/11
Honorable mention to: Control Room, Hero, Huckabees.

Coworker Maury thinks:
Maury
1. Eternal Sunshine
2. Sideways
3. Hero
4. Farenheit 9/11
5. Kill Bill Vol.2
6. Incredilbles
7. Birth
8. THX 1138 (re release)
9. Incredibles
10.Mean Girls

i didn't see a lot of movies last year.

Office Asskicker Mitch thinks:
Eternal Sunshine
Kill Bill Vol. 2
Napoleon Dynamite
Collateral
Bad Education
Spiderman 2
Finding Neverland
National Treasure .....just kidding
Dodgeball
Carandiru
The Aviator

PS Lemony Snicket is pretty good too!....lets watch Foxx and Depp battle it
out...

And finally, at lavin of brandname gives us the real deal:
1. fat albert
2. national treasure
3. agent cody banks 2
4. soul plane
5. princess diaries 2
6. around the world in 80 days
7. garfield the movie
8. christmas with the kranks
9. scooby doo two
10. torque

ya'll have NO taste.

IT seems like Eternal and Sideways take the cake in the popularity contest.