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.