The Abandoned Palace of the River Watchers

Rock, Rock On!
Originally uploaded by link5001.

Imagine the joy of seeing this every time you walked into your room. Now you have a small idea of what it's like to live in room seven here at Caswell. I personally am a little creeped out by the fact that PA looks a WHOLE lot like the DJ mannequin from the Pizza Inn I go to back home. It's cool though, as long as he continues to "Rock Hard" and never let up.

Since my posting has slowed to a crawl as of late, I thought it might be nice to do a different kind of update that should both confuse and delight. I'm going to briefly cover some of the things I've meant to talk about and haven't gotten around to talking about. Starting...now!

I pretty much hate the front right projector in Hatch. The other two projectors don't give me much trouble but If the one on the right is actually working, boy does it. I'm not trying to be a "Complaining Norman" (I just made that one up!) But the receiver for the remote is covered up on it or something and it won't cut off from the booth, so I end up having to walk all the way to the stage and stand on the corner of it to turn it off. But it's not just that simple either, I have to press the off button and point about 45 different times before it'll actually recognize the remote. Which, of course, leaves me on stage looking like a nimrod, usually in front of a rather large crowd.

Speaking of feeling like a nimrod, I've discovered that Yam has a secret hobby of making all those safety conscious individuals who ride in his assembly van feel like one as they attempt to put their seat belt on. Not once...but 4 times in one day, within the span of 30 minutes, did I get in his van and
start putting my seat belt on only to hear him say callously, "Don't have to put your seat belt on." This has actually been happening every time I've ridden with him since the beginning of the summer. At this point he usually only gets to "Don't hav...." before I wail in disappointment of myself and throw the belt away.

...Sometimes he lets me click it just to be mean...

I have a horrible habit I've picked up from somewhere of saying "wang dang" rather than just "dang." Wang dangit! That makes me mad! Hopefully I'll be able to kick it soon, if not I apologize to you, my listener.

I had planned on doing a ghost documentary that would far surpass the one my sister did in College, just for the heck of it, sometime while I was down here. Sadly I don't know if I'll be able to fit it in now, but I'm going to do my best to shoot it next weekend. Keep your fingers crossed that I'll actually catch some ghost footage and sell it to the government so they can cover it up and pay me 3.4 million dollars. If you do and I actually get it, I'll take you out to Carrabbas.

...or at the very least give you a reloadable Wal*Mart gift card...

This weekend is the weekend of the annual Caswell Classic Golf Tournament. This is basically a couple of people who can actually play golf (Yam) getting the staff to play on teams so they can totally destroy them and get a golf ego boost. OK, maybe not. That's Tommy who likes to beat the weak and laugh at them mercilessly, and there are some dang good staffer players. I get to go and take pictures and video which means I get to laugh at the bad people as they whack holes all over the course while pretending that I wouldn't be doing the same thing if I were playing. WOOT!

Is it bad that I want to smother the trees in hot cheese and pretend I have the prize winning broccoli at the fair?