Here's what was happening on Tuesday Night:
and here's a look at where things are tonight:
I've got to get off of my ass and get some trim around the windows and fireplace tomorrow, and convert the as yet
I'm presently paralized with indecision...
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Come inside, if you dare, and subject yourself to my observations on life's experiences and my commentaries on politics and current events.
-Larry The Cable Guy
Come inside, if you dare, and subject yourself to my observations on life's experiences and my commentaries on politics and current events."...I have noticed a large number of people...implying with bad jokes and anecdotes...that Cajuns ain't smart...I beg to differ...Anybody who would build a city 5 feet below sea level in a hurricane zone and fill it with Democrats who can't swim is a damn genius".
-Larry The Cable Guy
A zillion years ago, each and every schoolday morning back when I was in the first grade, I rode to school with my dad in a car almost exactly like this one to Daleville, Alabama on his way to his test pilot/engineer job at Cairns Army Airfield--one of the busiest helicopter airports in the world (slightly behind Lowes Army Airfield also at Fort Rucker, Alabama.)
For all of the auto entheusists and trivia buffs out there, the 1963 VW had a 6 volt electrical system--thus the "yellow" cast of the headlights. The other details are the shape of the bumpers and the narrow shape of the tail lights and center tag light housing on the rear deck lid.
Later on we also had a 1965 hard top VW Beetle for which I had the opportunity to do my first car engine rebuild in the early 1970's.
Now you'll have to excuse me while I take time out for an early morning nap and to think about building the Ghost of Christmas Future...
Excuse the shadows in the working lighting, but I never managed to get pictures of my set with the show lighting because I didn't ever attend a performance of the play.
Here's a look at the 10' tall window center stage--that baby took nearly a week to cut out and to hand stain all of the individual wood pieces (I also painted the snow draped tree landscape in the background.)
I was actually pretty pissed off about the results of so-called set decorator's efforts with the furniture selections since they had promised me that they would match the scale of the room (14' high walls) with new chairs and tables that everyone on the southeastern Georgia coast hadn't already seen 27 times on the sets of plays beforehand.
I was rewarded for my efforts with the omission of any credit for being Set Designer and Set Construction Chief in the Published Performance Program, and when I finally returned to the theater at the end of the show's public presentation several
of the usual suspects the other jealous theater assholes of my other helpful assistants had reduced the big window (which I had built to be included in the sets of next two shows) to toothpick size pieces of broken wood.
I was furious, and like my current entrepreneurial situation, I quit as a result of my obvious but yet confusing shortcomings...
Is it just me, or what?