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|Sunday, February 17th, 2002|
|I wish I had super powers
But I don't. I need to talk to someone about that.
I am I am I am Superman and I know what's happening
I am I am I am Superman and I can do anything
So I had a good/bad day today. Pretty uneven though really. I had a great day as far as salesmanship went, but couldn't get anyone to reserve anything. The bastards. I've been reading this book of movie quotes and I've realized that I haven't been nearly enough movies. How sad is that? I must watch more
Gonna go shower and think and read. Peace out homies. Current Mood: confused
|Saturday, February 16th, 2002|
|Yep, I'm a dork.
11 days with no day off, and I still only get paid for 40 hours a week. I love capitalism.
Here's a hint for you all, the walrus was Paul, and those DVD copy websites are all false and a waste of money. Peace out my homies!
|Wednesday, February 13th, 2002|
|Once Upon A Time...
There was a young man who was a little too angry for his own good. He got mad at everyone and everything no matter what the reason for the slip-up. One day as he sat in traffic yelling at a really really old woman he had a massive heart attack and died at 22.
Gonna give a new editing program a whirl, see if I can push the right buttons, etc. You know what astounds me? How amazingly good some of these Star Wars fan films are. And you know what else? Even the really bad ones all have at least one impressive effect or something. Sure, sometimes the sound is awful and most times the acting is bad, but the effects are usually pretty cool, and the swordplay in some of these things is the most magnificent I've ever seen outside of an episode of Highlander. I could do that.
Anyway, I'm going to go make a little vcd for myself and test some things. I'm out like a belly button.
-E Current Mood: nerdy
|Tuesday, February 12th, 2002|
|Learning to breathe
DAMN IT! I want some pie!
I'm extremely tired. Gotta open tomorrow. Should be in bed. Love you all
I love you, too. THey were the words I'd been praying to hear.
Go read "A Walk To Remember" and see if there aren't two or three lines that hit home.
Had a good day today. Love my wife, love my friends. It was a love kinda day. Even got a surprise. But I'm not telling. It's too personal.
Started writing that little script. YAY! Maybe someday it'll get filmed on a crappy camcorder and posted on the net.
Am I out of my mind? Let me know. Current Mood: loved
|Sunday, February 10th, 2002|
So maybe I could write something... Maybe a little skit or something. Nothing big, just a stab at a script sort of thing. And I could get a really old/cheap camera and film it at work. Yeah, a script about Suncoast employees and how much we love movies, but hate customers. :-)
I think I'll actually do that...
Went and splurged on a Samsung SyncMaster 753DF 17 inch Flatscreen monitor last night at the parent company Best Buy. Whoa, it rocks! Nice resolutions and I can actually watch movies the way I should be able to now. I wonder if I should feel some conflict of interest for getting some stuff off the net. Nah, fuck it. THey screw me every chance they get, why shouldn't I do it back? Two wrongs don't make a right, but enough lefts make a circle.
Acting. I want to act so bad. Gonna have to get BAXOW to tart writing things for me to act in. ATTENTION BAXOW: Write something for me to act in!
That was easier than I thought.
Someday we'll know if Love can move a Mountain.
Downloaded an awesome Fan Made Star Wars flick. Check it out here:Duality
It's pretty bad ass, makes me want to try something like that.
Anywho, much love to all. I'm out. Current Mood: amused
|Saturday, February 9th, 2002|
|Someday we'll know
You know what? I've seen two chick flicks that I really really enjoyed. A sure sign I've been domesticated. And the books I've been reading! If they're not changing outlooks on life, they're making want to leave Suncoast and act or making me want to shack up with a young pup and write for weeks on end. I gotta stop this shit. Ambition will ruin a marriage!
I'm not a very good manager. I expect people to understand things. THings like: "Gee there's some long, gray metal shelves sitting on the floor. I should pick them up to get them out of customers way." Or even better I expect people to think, "My, the floor sure needs to be vacuumed, I should do that so Eli doesn't burst a vein when he comes in tomorrow morning." Fucking Mo-Mo's.
If I wasn't an ugly bastard I know I could act. I've got the talent. I make people believe shit that's not true all the time. Why, just yesterday I told a lady how beautiful her ugly baby was.
Bet you're wondering where I've been huh? Dead. You? Rat. Ok.
Dreamt I was Spidey the other day. Hated my life when I woke up. God I'm a loser.
Indiana... Must get home. I'm slowly dying from South Poison. Don't get me wrong, I've met 6 or 7 people in the South that have become great friends and mentors or both but for the most part everyone here is dumb and driving skills are nil. Plus I want to feel the Ohio River air again. I miss the valley. I miss the corn, the sky that goes on forever, sitting on the porch drinking unsweetened tea with my family. I want to feel the soil beneath my feet and know I could run for miles in one direction without seeing a hill, curve or tree. The sun sets differently in Indiana. It takes forever to go down completely, like it doesn't want to stop gazing on this most beautiful landscape. I wish I could bring my little group of Southern friends with m so they could see why I'm so homesick, so we could run on my turf for once. They should all feel Madison, IN in their bones. Let it seep into their psyche and get inside their souls. And I miss my mom too.
All my friends think I'm dead. My bad. I'm not dead, well not completely anyway. Parts of me have died. But some new things have come back into their place. I'm not the same Foy you remember. But I'll still scream fuck in a crowded restaurant if you asked me too.
Saw Lord of he Rings. hated Arwen. Loved the rest.
Spider-Man comes May 3rd. Mark your calendars. Current Mood: nostalgic
|Wednesday, November 28th, 2001|
|Sunday, November 25th, 2001|
Ok, let me reiterate a point I made a few months ago, if you're going to reply to my live journal (and I strongly advise people to do so at any given moment) you need to leave me your name and/or e-mail address. how can I provide a rebuttal or thank you if I do not know whom it is I'm talking with?
And for that mystery persons benefit, amino acids are
proteins, just in the simplest sense of the word. Groups of Amino Acids bond together to make proteins. Proteins bond together to make DNA, and so on and so forth until you have a living organism or a sleepy drug, whatever you desired result is.
And speaking of DNA, has anyone else head of the DNA computer they've built? I'm not making this up, they've built a working calculator that is made strictly out of DNA. No real practical application for it yet, but a billion of these computers could perform quadrillions of functions per second and it would only occupy the space of a test tube.
In closing, leave your name, amino acids are the building block of protein and indeed life, and computers just got a thousand times cooler.
|Friday, November 23rd, 2001|
Well it was the busiest ay of the year and it fucking rocked. I didn't feel tired at all until I left the mall (at which point I collapsed in a weeping mass of jelly but hey...). Went out with a buddy of mine and his father -in-law. Went to Best Buy and wished we had the money for one of those home theatre systems, and then went to Hooters and wished we had the money for one of those girls. *sigh*
Ok, I'm dying of exhaustion. Have a good day everyone! Current Mood: tired
|Thursday, November 22nd, 2001|
|Turkey, Wine, and lotsa sleepies
Turkey makes you sleepy because of a weird protein.
Wine makes you sleepy because doesn't like his kids to have hangovers.
Sleepies are there because no one should run after Thanksgiving.
I've had a lot of wine tonight. Alcoholics go to meetings though, so I'm safe.
Enough of that. Bad taste humor usually just gets me in trouble.
|Tuesday, November 20th, 2001|
|Here it comes
The busiest day of the entire retail year is coming on Fri. 12 hour shifts on Fri. and Sat, so if I disappear for more than a week I've probably died.
Fuck off. I like Buffy. The musical episode rocked and anyone who disagrees can kiss my unexercised, white ass.
So I sent Christy off to Nebraska today. That was depressing. And then you know what happened to make my day complete? I left the airport at around 4:45 and I didn't get home until just after 9 o'clock. Grrr... Accident here, accident there. I swear to god, Southerners simply CANNOT drive. I've never seen as many accidents in my life. Over 4 hours to go a measly 115 miles on a major interstate. What is this, the 30's? So now I have to go into work at 8 in the damn morning to get ready for the DM visit because I didn't get to go in when I got home. Fucking bad drivers. Ohio and the SOuth, a hotbed of bad driving experiences. Argh.
Ok, enough of the rant for now. I missed Buffy tonight so I'm going to see if it's online yet. It's been a couple of hours so surely someone's got it uploaded by now. SALUTE!
|Thursday, November 15th, 2001|
|If I only had the words...
If I only had the words to tell you
If you only had the time to understand
Though I know it wouldn't change your feelings
And I know you'll carry on the best you can.
If I only had the urge to tell you
If you only knew how hard it is to say
When the simple lines have all been taken
And the radio repeats them ev'ry day.
If I never find the song to sing you
If you always find it hard to comprehend
Well, you know there wouldn't be much meaning
If I had to sing those tired words again.
Life goes on and on
And tonight will soon be gone
But if we try we can be sure.
If I only had the words to tell you
If you only had the time to understand
But I only have these arms to hold you
And it's all that you can ask of any man.
La la la la, la la la la
If I only had the words to tell you
If you only had the time to understand
Oh, but I only have these arms to hold you
And it's all that you can ask of any man. Current Mood: thoughtful
|Wednesday, November 14th, 2001|
Willy Wonka DVD Widescreen format sucks, don't buy it unless you have to. No features.
ICQ doesn't work right now. What's up with that?
Store is running fine, but there is much to do before Doug comes back through and before the BLACK DAYS OF RETAIL cluster fuck us. But things are still pruning pretty smoothly I suppose. Hope they continue that way...
To tired to focus, will type more tomorrow on my day off.
|Wednesday, November 7th, 2001|
|Stray Cat Strut
So last night Christy makes the decision to go ahead and let in this pitiful, yet beautiful stray cat. A very good looking cat that has been living outside our dumpster for a while now and has been fed by our neighbor Maggie. Well, the two of them (Maggie and Christy) get this little calico into the house and it is scared to death of the new surroundings. Our first cat, the aptly named Ninja Cat, was being territorial and running around chasing Cali (the unoriginal name we've come up with) all over the house, despite the fact that the two got along famously when there was a screen door separating them. Eventually the new cat Cali gets into the office and that's where we decide to board her for the night. We put up food, water, and a litter pan for her to use (which she did quite well I'm relieved to report) and turned off the computer so the humming wouldn't cause a problem with her. All went well through the night. I woke up first thing this morning to make a vet appointment for this newest addition to the Chandler Family East and it's decided that 9:30 shall be the time the cat will be examined. At nine I'm showered and ready to go and I proceed to the office to attempt to locate, and capture this wild beast. Alas, she wanted nothing to do with it and ran like a madcat all over the place avoiding my attempts at incarcerating her in a carrier. After several minutes I call the vet to let them know I'm going to be late and through their laughter they tell me that it's ok, just get her in whenever and good luck. Smug bastards. So I chase her and chase her until finally I have her trapped in a corner. Or so I think. She dashes behind a dresser and when I run to the other side to cut her off she's no where to be found! She went all "Matrix" on me and disappeared! I finally give up looking for her and carry up Ninja to sniff her out. As it were, there is a small gap between the bottom of the dresser and the floor that is just big enough to squeeze a cat through. So I move everything out of the way and drag the dresser back. Ninja has been avoiding the upstairs through this whole time and has since retired to the comforts of her play box downstairs. Cali finally decides to run out and where does she go? UP THE DAMN WALL! Yes, I mean that literally, she used the window trim to climb to the very top of the wall so that her head was hitting the ceiling. It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. My futile attempts to grab her were met with stiff reprimands and swats from the little cur and she finally left her lofty post to begin the ground chase again. The jump from the ceiling to the floor was spectacular as well since she jumped from the window trim, bounced off a wall and hit the ground running faster than anything I'd ever seen before. Again, disappearing act. So I leave the room and let her chill. I call the vet and reschedule the appointment for 3:30. After a while I go back in the room and when I get near her she bolts out the open door (didn't really think she'd go out, what with the threat of a deadly Ninja Cat and all) and dashes downstairs.By the time I get there Ninja has her trapped beneath a chair and is purring/growling at her. I swoop down and grab the Ninja Cat and cold her for acting like such a buffoon when we have a guest in our house. When I put her back down Cali is no where to be found. Where has she gone this time I ponder. Dashing back upstairs I see a dark blur out of the corner of my eyes and pray nothing happens while I'm gone. Once upstairs I quickly gather all the things Cali had become accustomed to in the office and set them outside the door. I then shut all three upstairs doors (bedroom, office, and bathroom) and fly down the steps to see what's happening. I hear nothing, I see nothing. I walk into the kitchen and am amazed to see a tail sticking out of the bottom of one of my cabinets. Upon further inspection I discover that there is a small gap leading into the cabinets that is just big enough to squeeze a cat through, and hear my plates rattling around. SHE'S IN THE CABINET ITSELF! ARGH! So I remove as many dishes as I can safely get my hands on and there she's sat for the past few hours. The vet appointment is in a little less than two hours and in that time I've got to figure out a way to get her into the pet prison known as the Carrier. Wish me luck! Current Mood: indescribable
|Tuesday, November 6th, 2001|
So I was wrong about the Yanks. Sue me.
I got named Manager of the Week this week and I've been doing my best to play it cool. I'm doing an ok job about it at work, but on the inside I'm flipping right the fuck out. I was floored, to put it quite simply. And proud. Of myself, and my crew. THey did as much of the work as I did. Go us!
That's all for now, I'm gonna be all melodramatic somewhere. Peace out to my homies.
|Friday, November 2nd, 2001|
|Rocking the suburbs
Well kids, it's been another fun-filled week in retail management. And in between I managed to alienate a friend. No, you don't get any details but I can say that I may have just fucked up something that was really important to me. Back to the retail management thing though: I think I'm at a point where I have to be a dick to get people to do things. THey all know me as one the ok people, one of the ones that goofs off with them and whenever I stray from that I get met with some strong resistance. BOOOO! How awful is that? SO now I have to find a fine line between dickhead and nice guy and I have to do it now before Christmas hits and we get cluster fucked in every way imaginable. Gross. I was at Suncoast from 11 am to 11:30 PM today getting ready for Shrek, and the Holiday sale signage. What a fucking waste. Those last three hours I was pretty much doing all the work myself so not much got accomplished. Ever notice how you always move faster when there's two people working on the same project. Like you get in a competition to see who can do their part the fastest. Or maybe it's just me, I don't know. THe point however, is that I got a lot done today, but there's a lot more to do. *Sigh* Sleep? What's that? Current Mood: tired
|Monday, October 29th, 2001|
|Gel in the ball
So I'm a little bummed. Watched a friend get married this weekend and watched her twin lose a little piece of herself. I think I'm a little more empathic than I give myself credit for because I can still feel the echo in my head. Like this feeling of losing myself, in the most literal sense of the word. I dunno. I do know that the 4800 miles I've travelled this past week have taken a serious toll on me and that I'm more than fucking exhausted.
Store was ran pretty well while I was away so I was a bit happy about that. We're doing pretty well and it's becoming clear to me that it's going to be easy to stay in the top three or four. I'm sick of being in one of the bottom stores. Since I started with the company I got stuck behind either unmotivated and lazy or uneducated and confused people. Then i got Brad in my corner training me as much as possible in the short time we worked together, and he's there when i need him. It's officially my turn to show these folks what I can do and I'm going to do that. Every day, every week, every time. My name will never again be seen floating down there at the bottom of the district ranking sheets. My store will
be one of the elite. I will
know what's going on and my staff will
be one of the best in the district. No questions, no excuses, no nothing. It's a done deal. Starting now and until I leave this company I will
be one of the best. My name will be up on the slides at the meetings and people will know who I am and what I'm capable of.
BOOYAH! Current Mood: energetic
|Sunday, October 28th, 2001|
Well gang, I made it home finally and I'm fucking exhausted. Last Sun. I got up at 3 in the morning o go to Vegas, and I haven't gotten more than 4 hours of sleep a night since. All that's going to change tonight though. Eli is officially putting himself on the disabled list and crashing hard in a few minutes.
On another note, I went to Sarah's wedding this weekend. That was kind of weird. I never thought it would happen so fast, but there she was, looking radiant and happy in her wedding dress (now, amusingly so, stained by grape juice). I'm still in a form of shock I think and this might take a while to get over...
Saw Becky and Carrie while I was there too. That was cool as shit because I hadn't seen either of them in almost five years. What's up with that? I'm joining a frequent flyers club and I refuse to let more than a few months go by at a time between seeing long lost friends. I gotta get home to Indiana for my first trip, so we'll see what the new year can bring us as far as travelling goes. Plus, I have to get back out to Vegas, and now San Francisco.
Anyway, I'm wicked tired so I'm going to respond to a few e-mails and crash my biological system. Current Mood: exhausted