I had an amazing time tonight with the people from the SG Charlotte group. It actually renewed my faith in SG and showed me that I might be able to ignore the bullshit I was hating on. Sure, SG is full of problems and jackasses, but there are good people here. Good, fun, kick ass people I might not have met any other way.
I've no idea why my account is still active, but I guess while it is I might as well use it to continue to talk to my friends and hang out in the groups I've missed since my departure.
The sets that have been posted since I've last left are just proof and pudding regarding why I'll no longer give SG another dime of my... Read More
I know a lot of people have been tossing the idea around that my eruption had something to do with my GF not becoming an SG. Far fucking from it. Although it did open my eyes to a lot of bullshit.. the bullshit any hopeful goes thru when trying to submit sets. tying to find staff photographers.. all that.
I almost replied to this yesterday morning, and I almost wish I had. Fortunately, Radeo and Frolic pretty much covered everything I wanted to say. Your opinions are way off base, but then again, opinions are like assholes....
Wow, I'm not really certain what happened and am so far out of the loop as to what goes on around here when it comes to sets and politicking. I have no idea who is right or wrong. All I do know is that you've only ever been sweet and decent towards me. I wish you well, my friend. I hope the job situation has sorted itself out and that you are settling in. All the best to you.
So, enough with that noise from the last post. I'll turn to questionable measures when I run out of money. I've done it before, I'll do it again. I'm an upstanding member of the community and a top notch technology expert, but I'll have car stereo's for sale if thats what it takes.
Meanwhile, painting!
We're repainting the house we're moving into. Specifically, the living... Read More
I just thought you should know, the comment on Atlas's set was a fuck up. Rigel had it deleted, Atlas knows it was a mess up and I left her a few great comments on the set. She's happy, staff is happy. mistakes happen.
I'm sick of bullshit job offers and the way we have to apply for them. I'm sick of searching online for jobs and having to fill out 100 questions of "Stongly agree, agree, disagree, strongly disagree" bullshit.
I've been trying to find work for awhile, and it sucks. I find out a job is hiring, head to the place, and all they tell me is... Read More
I feel your pain. Although I'm a Software Engineer by trade, my strongest suit are my social skills. I hate internet interviews, surveys, and phone interviews. I just want to sit face to face with the people and interview that way, like we did in the old days.
I too have been looking for work for awhile now. It's boring and it's getting old fast.
If it makes you feel better. I do not plan on going back to that thread to see how people go crazy. It was just an opinion. And come on, that Family Guy skit was funny.
I've heard the Ring of Fire cover and love it, but I haven't heard Wonderful World. You're talking about the Louie Armstrong song? Hmm...I'll have to try to find that.
nope my hard drive stayed right where it is. it just got completely wiped clean. it seems to be working now, that's all i care about. thanks for the offer! had i gotten a new one, i would have certainly tried to save some of that old stuff.
So Dryad and I are getting settled in to the Asheville life. We're doing some job hunting but we havent really been out canvassing with resumes yet. In 17 days we will be moving to our own place and I cant wait to resume a somewhat normal life Right now we're living out of boxes and such and it'll be nice to put away some... Read More
It was pretty simple. Just put them in a baking bowl or lasagna thingy and cover it with foil. Drizzle a little olive oil on the body of the onions before covering and baking (at around 350 degrees until tender).
I love sweet corn with lemon butter. The sourness really brings out the sweetness of the corn.