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This is a poem Christina gave me. I love this girl.

When I first saw you,
I was afraid to talk to you
When I first talked to you,
I was afraid to like you
When I first liked you,
I was afraid to love you
Now that I love you,
I'm afaid to lose you.

Lost

I'm headed over to Mariano's house tonight to start watching the first season of ABC's Lost. You know? That deserted island show?

After watching season 2 of the new Battlestar Galactica and the entire Firefly series plus the movie Serenity, Nerdapalooza is continuuing with Lost until Battlestar Galactica resumes in October. Until then, we have X-Men III, Superman Returns and Spiderman III to keep us busy. Along with the release of the original Star Wars trilogy on DVD in September.

The fun starts at 8 tonight and all the nerds are welcome! :)

I wonder if Christina is into sci-fi...

Christina

This is Christina. She is 21 years old and as of last night is my new girlfriend. She is a youth counselor. She is petite at 5'3" and 98lbs and has the sexiest voice I've ever heard - especially when she's singing.

She enjoys country music and horses. She prefers to swim alone in a one-piece swimsuit. She is something of a model and wants me to be her exclusive photographer; as well as the only man in her life. She loves me greatly and wishes to marry me. Christina is my newest - and hopefully my last - girlfriend.

Never thought I'd hear...

Last night, Nerdapolooza got together for Firefly night at Sonny's house. It is a group of us from work plus some other family, friends and significant others, that get together almost every weekend to watch the new Battlestar Galactica, Firefly or some other nerdy show.

Anyway, we were in-between episodes of Firefly when Mariano said to the group, "I have a Flintstones bandaid on my nipple." I never thought I'd hear anyone tell me that. At least, not on a Saturday evening while in-between episodes of Firefly. Apparently, he slipped and fell against something at home and his shirt chaffed him. So, he put a Flintstones bandaid on the chaffed area. The chaffed area being his nipple; which he then showed us.

I just never thought I'd hear it...

Ethan

My sister gave birth to her first son, Ethan. This is he, a few weeks later, in the arms of our mother. Our parents are finally grandparents. My sister was married, divorced and now has a child. I'm still trying to find a girl I can communicate with...

Modern Feminist: Stupid Girl

Modern Feminist: Stupid Girl

The Pink video. Yeah. I like it.

Girls Suck

All I know is that I'm single and girls 'round here apparently don't want to help out with that Twai.

Anyway, I'm going to go write a song. It'll be a sad song. About girls... and their not wanting to go out with me.

Twai

She called me. Oh my God; Twai called me.

She had been thinking about me. She tracked down my new phone number. She called me!

And you know what? Other guys had been interested in her but she wasn't interested in them. One of them was sorta okay but it didn't last long because she didn't have fun with him like she could have fun with me. Plus I'm the only guy outside her family that she can be herself around.

She was afraid of commitment and knew that a relationship with me would be all about that. She said she had been young and stupid when she broke up with me. She called me tonight to tell me she.... she's interested.

We're on for something of a coffee date tomorrow night. We'll see what happens...

"The ride on the way over"

En route to a shoot I was almost involved in a serious car accident. Click to listen to my audio post from the cell phone afterward.

Fuelman

I was almost stuck in Brownsville today having to pay for gas for the cargo van. I hate driving the cargo van. I had never used a Fuelman card before and it sucked righteous monkey balls because the card itself had been cancelled and my pin wouldn't work with it, of course. I'm an hour and a half away from Home and it sucks to be alive with a seventy-four dollar gas bill for a truck I don't even own.

Whatever. There was an extremely hot chick getting gas for her Jeep Grand Cherokee. A Jeep Grand Cherokee that was for sale and had her FRIGGIN' PHONE NUMBER on it! :) I wrote it down. I didn't call it. She's probably very, very married.

Free Food

Working on a bevy of car dealership spots this week, the client decided to thank me for all my hard work by taking me out to lunch today. I decided that the best thing in the world would be a double-meat, double-cheese Whataburger with bacon and sliced jalapeños. Yeah, it tastes as good as it sounds.

Just before we took off, an old fat dude with a big white beard and a red shirt with green suspenders came in. I couldn't believe it: I was eating next to freaking Santa Claus. I wanted to take his picture for blogging purposes, but I felt like a jackass about it so I refrained.

Later this evening, Nancy from the church took me to dinner over at Ciro's Mexican and Seafood Restaurant and Bar in Edinburg. There were not one but two mariachi bands duking it out at the various tables. One was all girl, the other was all guy. It was fun listening to them play against each other. Plus the girls were mostly hot.

Anyway, if there's anything better than eating well it's eating well for free.

Burning the Midnight DVD

I couldn't do the LifeHouse thing tonight because I have to stay here at the church and make a DVD for the pastor of a recent funeral. Cecilia visited me afterward, however and I took this picture of her with my Canon EOS Digital Rebel. I then played the piano for her in the parlor as she rested from the long day on a nearby couch.

Now I'm sitting here waiting for the computer to finish doing what it's doing so I can go home and sleep so I can get out of bed tomorrow morning. I'm considering watching the DVD of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Season Five I brought with me.

Big Ol' Thingie

Today was a giant, free concert that the television station I work for was covering. This company also owns the radio station which was sponsoring the event. Our television production department, including myself, was there to cover the event in Weslaco, Texas. We worked all day long in shifts so that we wouldn't become exhausted. There was free food, live music and lots of beverage choices.

The way we covered the event was very involved. We shot footage of the hosts of the television morning show walking around talking to the various bands that performed there, plugging the sponsors. We then walked the tape over to our "remote" truck which fed the footage to our station via an over-the-air uplink feed. The footage was shot as-live and shown on the air at regular intervals to television viewers, inviting them to the free live event. It effectively gave the illusion that the hosts were being televised live from the event.

When I wasn't shooting, I was walking around with my camera phone, soaking up the sun and enjoying the free barbeque. Oh happy day. I even got to talk to Gabby about religion and stuff; setting the record straight on what the Bible tells us God thinks about sin. At the end of the impromptu counseling session, she felt a lot better about herself, spiritually.

Driving The Cargo Van

We have a great big ugly GMC cargo van at work that I sometimes have to drive when going to a shoot. It's big and bulky and hard to operate. I hate driving that cargo van.



Sometimes I'm driving it as carefully as I can and then I realize that the brakes don't stop the thing as quickly as I think they should. This has the affect of scaring me half to death when coming up to a newly changed red light.



At times, especially when driving along the highway, I've noticed that the swaying motion of the beastly cargo van and it's slow maneuverability have caused me pause in my otherwise sharp sensibilities. This has rendered my driving performance to be somewhat less than astute at times.



I hate that friggin' cargo van.

Folklorico

Gaby went all folklorico on us today for the morning show. It was cute. She wore jeans under the garment because, as she said, "you can see everything" without them.

I get to work all day Sunday with her over at the big free concert we're sponsoring in Donna. I'll be shooting a bunch of as-lives with her, Sam, Cesar and Apol. All of the sales people from both TV and radio will be present, as well. I look forward to seeing how naughty the Fox Force Four dress when they ain't at work.

September 11, 2001

I'm sitting at church writing in my blog. I've just installed velcro strips to the bottom of the front pews to lift some video cables from the floor. I am reminded that today is the fourth anniversary of the terrorist attacks on my home soil. I wonder if Ellis, our preacher, will say something about it. I'll need to be back here in four hours to prepare for Sunday morning services.

I invited Cecilia to join me during the 11 o'clock service. Afterward we may go somewhere for lunch. I'm voting for Khan's grill, a local mongolian do-it-yourself stir fry place that I haven't been to in months. I wonder if I'll see Melissa, the friendly asian waitress there again.

Enter Arma Enim Silent Legges

"In time of war the law falls silent."

... I'm really sick of being single.

Labor Day

Nothing going on. Made the template for this blog.

Sunday
Third date with Cecilia. Went to Shakes and she got a strawberry shake and I got a chocolate malt. We then walked in the park and went to Denny's. We then went back to the park and held hands for the first time. She gave me a hug in the car when I took her home.

Saturday
... is my day off.

Friday
We were supposed to get out at 3pm today because Monday is a holiday. I got out after 6pm. I walked through the office while no one else was around and protested that I wasn't even going to bother coming in on Monday. I thought it was funny.

Thursday
Slow day at work. I mostly read the Avid manual all afternoon. Miriam laid down on my couch and took a 2 minute nap.

Rainbow Blackout

The open to the morning show sucks monkey balls. Larry and Miriam wanted me to fix what we had before we go shoot something brand new. Once I finished the project, Larry asked me what I thought of it and I said it's "polished crap". Hey, you give me crap to work with and I can make it nice and shiny but it's still just a piece of crap.

Larry thought my work was pretty swell and called it "a good salvage job". Miriam, meanwhile, thinks I'm the coolest guy ever.

Athena, one of the new sales reps saw me today and said, "I like your belt and your shoes."

I stopped and said thanks.

"I like a man who's color-coordinated," she said.

I don't trust sales people, especially pretty ones who only want to butter me up so I don't make them bad product. Still, I took it in stride.

"Considering all the graphics I make, I kinda have to be color-coordinated," I replied. I probably could have thought of something more suave to say, but I didn't feel like thinking at that moment for some silly reason.

It rained ferociously over McAllen today. The wind had eventually managed to push over some power lines somewhere and shut down an entire section of the city including the television station where I work. The emergency lighting that illuminated the hallways did a DOOM job throughout the office. Made me want to grab a shotgun and go hunt some hellspawn. But anyway...

The rain had brought a pretty rainbow over Calvary. Too bad everyone else was inside and couldn't enjoy it. At least I took a picture of it.

I met Mirna, the woman who runs the bible study class my FAITH partner, Ana, invited me to. She kept looking at me with fondness. It must be love. She gave me some books and videotapes to watch and get caught up with. Just what I need: more homework. Didn't I graduate from school so I wouldn't have to do homework anymore? Oh well. At least I'm surrounded by girls.