July 10th, 2010

Flavored Calories.

Good lord, I'm on film. How did that happen?

Or at least I'm on footage.

Today's post-blood donation food treat was Big-Ass Sandwiches. And it was a special day at the Big-Ass Sandwiches cart; they're shooting a commercial. They already have a jingle, by Portland's fun punk band The Punk Group, and an ad is the latest step in their march on Portland media.

I shot a testimonial. I'd ordered the Pork Hammer -- ham, sausage, bacon and coleslaw along with their fries topping the whole thing -- and a guy with a video camera shot me eating it, and talking about it, and also shouting "Me!" like one of the guys in the jingle. (Right before I did that, I said, louder than conversationally, "I'm about to yell." I didn't want to surprise a family walking past. Sounds like I didn't. I do try to be well-behaved when yelling.)

I also told the cameraman, "You can tell I'm not an actor." Good thing I can relax enough to just be me when I'm on camera.

If my sammich-eatin' face shows up in the ad, you bet your ass I'll link you to it. I'm amused by film of me. I cringe at it, but I'm still amused by it.

Then I walked a long walk, which is a good idea after eating a Big-Ass Sandwich. (The Woods said they'd weighed a Pork Hammer sandwich earlier that day, and it weighed two pounds. That's a big Twinkie a lot of sandwich.) Because it's closed to cars and it'll be closed to walkers and bicyclists soon, I walked across the Broadway Bridge and looked at the streetcar construction now underway on it. Then, ducking into shade whenever I could, I got to Rose Quarter Transit Center to get a bus home. Taking it easy now. And still digesting the Pork Hammer.
Scorpio

More remembrance

Now in the hands of my friend Tarah Grant: my memorial letter for Mrs. Webb, our high school journalism teacher who passed away last week. I e-mailed it to Tarah, who will print it out and leave it in the memorial book at tomorrow's ceremony, over in Virginia.

Maybe later I'll post what I wrote, as it is meant to be public and not just for the eyes of Mrs. Webb's family. (It is also different from my first piece remembering Mrs. Webb.) But technology has helped me add my thoughts to the many thoughts people are having about her, and for her.

Thank you, Tarah, for doing this for me.

I wrote the piece last night. Strange, conflicting night for me. Tired after a week that felt long even with just four work days. Punchy from being tired. I was sad at times; I laughed my bark-laugh at other times. My emotions were -- variable. But I soldiered through that, shall we say, emotional stew to get that writing done; I'd set last night as my personal deadline.

I slept all right after that. (Better than some recent nights, including the night where right before waking I dreamed of riding in a car that started to drive towards oncoming traffic. That unsettled me. And much better than the recent night where I fell asleep with my night stand light still on, which means I don't get deep enough into sleep to be actually rested once I awake.)

Continuing to try to do my best to take care of myself, during what, you may have gathered, has been an up-and-down time. But I wanted to be sure I gave some further remembrance to Mrs. Webb.
Palindromes!

Incoming Craziness (a Blogathon notice)

The weekend of San Diego Comic-Con won't be my only crazy weekend coming up:

Several of my online friends will once again blog for Blogathon (even though -- LONG story -- the official Blogathon site isn't even operating this year). I've followed along each Blogathon via LiveJournal since 2006. Come to think of it, I may have read an earlier one that greyduck did (Karel? When did you do the Blogathon with all of the bunny photos? Thanks. Chris).

Here's how it is: bloggers blog (bloggers blogging, like in the Christmas song!), every half an hour for 24 hours straight, from 9 a.m. Eastern Time on a Saturday to 9 a.m. Eastern Time on a Sunday. Yes, staying up, and in that time writing 49 entries. It's for charity: the bloggers choose and announce said charities and people donate. And this year, it'll happen July 31st-August 1st.

I don't know if I'll have the funds to donate -- and I definitely don't have the fortitude to do Blogathon myself yet (and it's VERY IMPORTANT that the bloggers have support staff, like a race car driver has a pit crew) -- but what I will have is the time and wherewithal to read and comment. And at 3 or 4 in the morning for a blogger, delirious on no sleep and struggling to get coherent thoughts out, it helps knowing that people are reading. It helps that I read almost exclusively Blogathon bloggers on the East Coast, so when it's a manageable 1 in the morning for me it's 4 in the morning for them.

Generally my pattern is to comment until 3:00 or 3:30 -- by which time (6:00 or 6:30) actual sunlight has returned to the bloggers' part of the world -- and then crash for a few hours, and go back in the lighted part of morning to read the grand finales. Which are usually sputtering-to-delirious-halts, but remember, the first marathon runner died: you don't want an ending that dramatic.

Don't get me wrong, by the end of my reading and commenting I'm pretty damn loopy myself, but it's for a good cause: good people I know doing something good. Savvy?

Blogathon. It'll happen even when it, officially, doesn't. *nods*
TOS: NCC-1701

Starrr Trekkin', across the universe...

On Facebook? You can see Merrick Monroe's photos from Trek in the Park's premiere performance of the Classic Trek episode Space Seed!

The first show was today. I plan/hope to see it tomorrow. 5 p.m. at Woodlawn Park, for free. Screaming "KHAAAANNNN!" is REALLY not recommended.

More info is at Trek in the Park Dot Com, run by Portland theater troupe Atomic Arts. It'll run each Saturday and Sunday from now until August 1st.
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