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You're in the WRONG place.. [Mar. 20th, 2005|02:15 pm]
I abandoned LIVE JOURNAL some time ago in favor of BLOGGER.  So if for some reason you're actually interested in what I have to say, click HERE.
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Camp Nelson and no life [Nov. 23rd, 2004|03:58 am]
Just got back from a couple of days in Camp Nelson where we'd been visiting Dorian's Grandparents, Don and Peg. I'd wanted to do an in depth weekly update but I'm pretty exhausted and I have to go back to work tomorrow for a return to my four night per week schedule, so I'm going to save my grandiose literary plans until later in the week.

Suffice to say that it was GREAT to see Don and Peg again (last saw them almost TWO years ago) and they're doing pretty well health-wise, considering they're both in their eighties. It was nice to be up in the mountains too, where the air couldn't possibly be any cleaner or smell any better. Camp Nelson is a tiny community up in the Sequoia national forest not far from the giant redwoods of California. It's not uncommon to have the occasional black bear wander into the neighborhood and tip over trash cans looking for food.

It's almost four in the morning on Wednesday and in a few hours I'll be taking Dorian to work, where she'll be opening the video store for the day and working the morning/afternoon shift. She'll get off at about five, just when I'm going in to start my four night a week schedule at six this evening. I haven't been looking forward to this, but necessity dictates that I pick up another shift per week to get the bills paid. When I'm on this schedule I come home in the morning and collapse from exhaustion, then get up in the afternoon and go in again after a quick shower and a bite to eat. It's very boring, mundane and tiring, and I really have no life for the week. **sigh**

See ya'll Saturday.
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outta town [Nov. 21st, 2004|05:33 am]
Dorian and I are headed up to Camp Nelson, California to visit with her Grandparents for a couple of days. So we'll be offline until late Monday night or Tuesday.

Ciao!
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Couldn't beat this with a stick.. [Nov. 20th, 2004|08:58 am]
HYSTERICAL--

http://g.msn.com/0VD0/02/26?m=Hi_2807_msn.wmv&csid=3&sd=mbr
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Turning point coming.. [Nov. 18th, 2004|09:28 am]
I was going to do a little reformatting on this journal and delete all previous entries to this one.. but I can't find a function that deletes all entries at once.  I have quite a few and it'd be kind of a pain in the ass to go through and delete them one by one, so I guess they'll remain.  I'm talking about my LIVE JOURNAL, because I cross post all of these to CAFÉ RHODES too, and on that I did manage to delete all previous entries.  I haven't decided yet whether to just post these to the general section of the Café or recreate a personal blog section on there, but by the time I go to post this I'll have decided.  So whatever section it's in is where you'll find it henceforth.
 
I was also going to cut back on some of the friends I have linked on LJ (the people who I don't actually KNOW, and have just come across online), but I figure that I don't have many to begin with, so I'll just keep them on there.  They make for interesting reading at times.  If you're not familiar with how Live Journal works, and that's where you're reading this, click on the "friends" link in the upper right hand corner.
 
Here's where things will be a little different- I'm going back to a four night work week (exhausting, because it's 13 hour long shifts all night long) so I'm just going to post a weekly update on one of my days off each week.  I'm going to treat this a little more like a chronological journal and not so much as a syndicated column.  Mainly it'll just be about what Dorian and I have been up to lately, and not much more.  No political and social commentary, or at least very little.  There may be a bit of musing here and there, and a few posts more often than once per week, but mainly it'll just be an accounting of things that have happened during the week prior to the post.
 
I'm tired and not sure I'm making sense.  SO, coming up in a couple of days will be my first weekly update, but for right now I need to collapse.
 
Cheers!
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(no subject) [Nov. 15th, 2004|12:59 pm]
[At the moment.. | wurried bout what lies ahead]
[Rockin' my world.. |Dot Allison- "I Think I Love You"]

It's possible that I just may have to return to working four nights a week.  Damn, it's such a burnout because it's 13 hours a night, from 6:00 pm to 7:00 am.  Even with three nights off, it just doesn't seem there's ample time to recover when I'm on that schedule.  But we're just not making it, even with Dorian working close to Fulltime at Hollywood Video.  Last week THE ONION ran an article on "The museum of the middle class", which paid tribute to such since they're all basically extinct now.  How true that seems to be.  We seem to have upper middle class to rich, and lower middle class to poverty, with no true middle class left.  Dorian and I are definitely close to poverty, by American standards anyway.  We have a few things that are kind of nice, such as this DSL broadband connection, but for the most part we're always behind on bills and we don't even answer the house phone anymore.  We have caller ID so we'll glance at it if the house phone rings, but 99% of the time it's a "private number" or "number not available".. in which case they can leave a voicemail.  If they manage to do that (usually they don't), it'll generally be something like, "this is Kenneth and it's imperative that you call us at 800-222-6666 immediately, thank you".  Call WHO?  If you're not going to tell us what it's ABOUT, Kenneth, and WHO YOU'RE WITH, then fuggedabouddit.
 
Maybe I'll just stay with the three nights per week and try to find some kind of interesting weekend gig, like delivering flowers or something.  Wow, tips and I'd get to make people smile!
 
I recently found a website that lists Orange County theatrical auditions..   hmm, am I ready to consider acting again?  Well, now that I can HEAR, it helps.  Just not sure I have the energy.  And it's seems like it'd be kind of silly to pursue that, given our monthly debts.
 
But I have to do SOMETHING.
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"Hi there gorgeous! My, you look fetching tonight!" [Nov. 9th, 2004|08:04 am]
[At the moment.. | PoNdeRing.. life]
[Rockin' my world.. |John Mellencamp- "Little Pink Houses"]

The other night there was a black man sitting in a wheelchair in front of a video store and he was greeting everyone who came in and out. He wasn't panhandling or trying to get anyone to sign a petition or selling candy bars.. he was just loudly greeting everyone. He had to stay about twenty feet down from the entrance (I'm sure the store manager must of came out earlier and told him to do so) which accounted for the need to loudly verbalize each greeting so that he'd be sure to be heard.

With the men he'd say something like, "Yo brother, what's up? Beautiful evening is it not?" or he'd compliment them on the car they had just arrived in. With the WOMEN, however, it was always something along the lines of "Hey baby, how are YOU on this lovely evening? My, you're looking fine tonight you beautiful thing!" Being the student of human characters that I am, and the ex-actor or current actor not working (haven't resolved that yet), I decided to sit in the car for a few minutes and watch him to see what kind of reactions he got.

The greetings to the men were fairly benign, so he got back a lot of the same.. "I'm fine man, good to see you too! Yeah, I only got fifteen more payments on that Porsche and she's all mine". But I found it odd that the women would SMILE and say, "Thank you so much". They'd mostly grin and shake their heads a little as they'd enter the store or get into their car. Not a ONE during the time period I was there took any offense.

Now of course, women like to hear compliments. My wife just beams when I pay her a sincere compliment, and I'll usually get a nice thanks from a female clerk who's waiting on me and I've just told her that I like her hair or eyes or tattoos or whatever. But my puzzlement over the above scenario is why HE could get away with this in that venue and I wouldn't? I'd like to pose a question to the women who read my journal- there are a few of you who don't know me, and to those that do, I ask that you pretend not to (something I've noticed you're inclined to do from time to time anyway).

Picture this- I'm a 45 y/o white, conservative looking male who is clean shaven with dark brown hair and most likely I'd be wearing a nice pair of jeans and a nice t-shirt, polo shirt or long sleeved pullover. I'm standing twenty feet from the entrance to the video store and as you (women only) get out of your car to proceed into the store, I loudly say one of the following statements to you..

1. "Hey sweetheart, nice to see you! You certainly are a lovely young thing, thanks for suddenly making my evening so much better!"

2. "Hi there gorgeous! My goodness you wear that dress well, was it specially made for you? You are a vision of loveliness!"

3. "Hey baby, lovely to see you on this fine evening. You certainly are the most beautiful woman that I've seen yet!"

4. How are you, darlin'? My my, the angels must tremble with jealousy when you walk around looking like that!"

I'm not making those up- he said every one of those things in one form or another. Nothing like, "Hey how about some fries with that shake" or anything crass like that. Just nice, easygoing compliments on beauty shouted out to each woman who walked in or out of the store. Now correct me if I'm wrong (which is why I'm posing this question) but I'm pretty sure I'd get different reactions if it were to have been me instead of him- certainly everything from a hard glare to the calling of the cops.

If I'm right on that, it leads to the next question- WHY? He's a forty-something y/o black man sitting in a wheelchair because he's missing his right leg. He's not shabbily dressed, he's just casual and has a little bit of scrub on his chin. I described myself above but forgot to mention that I still have my right leg (so far). I'm not sure what kind of reaction I'd get, frankly, but I'm CERTAIN that women wouldn't smile and say "thanks".. or at least most of them wouldn't. (I'm not inclined to test this, so please don't suggest it- I love my wife and want to stay married to her).

Does he get smiles and thanks because he's black, or in a wheelchair, or both? What does that say about him or our society? Am I held to a higher standard of some sort wherein it'd be CRAZY for me to do something like that, but he's okay? Does the fact that I have a right leg and can stand make any difference? This isn't a rhetorical rant on my part, or even a rant at all.. it's just honestly a puzzlement that I don't have an answer for.
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you don't have to shout- I'm not deaf, y'know! [Nov. 6th, 2004|10:44 am]
[At the moment.. | loving audio]
[Rockin' my world.. |Bob Dylan- "A hard rains a gonna fall"]

My goodness, the whole world is all of a sudden a cacophony of whistles, whooshes, pops, swirls, grumbles and growls! Less than 24 hours ago I paid a visit to Dr. Nguyen, an ear, nose and throat specialist on Warner Avenue in Fountain Valley and she spent the better part of an hour removing all sorts of miscellaneous crap that had been accumulating in both of my ears for almost two years now. I seemed to have had a build-up of wax and some other mystery substance that was the result of an inner ear infection, and it's all been blocking my auditory canals for way too long. Don't ask why I didn't go to a Doctor sooner. Seriously, don't ask.

It's such a relief to finally be able to HEAR. I did have an acceptable level of hearing in my right ear up until recently, but one morning several weeks ago I got up and it was just blocked solid. So for almost a month I've been going around like I have both fingers in my ears and driving everyone crazy- "What? What was THAT you said?" I'd say. I felt like I was eighty years old, although Dorian's dear old Granddad turned eighty five recently and he has far better hearing than I did two days ago. Watching movies was seriously annoying, as I'd have to use closed captioning because I'd miss every fourth word or so and have to ask Dorian, "What'd he SAY? What'd she SAY? What'd they SAY?" It was probably much more annoying for poor Dorian.

Music was equally as impossible to enjoy, as there is no closed captioning and bass notes along with all the high end stuff just couldn't hammer it's way through the cement mixers I called ears. I've been listening to a lot of talk radio lately, because THAT could get through if I turned it up loud enough. I'd be at work in the company car I drive and the host on the radio would make a comment, whereupon someone walking thirty feet away from my car would look over and shout, "He's full of shit!"

Dr. Nguyen scraped and prodded and sucked away at the cement with a little tiny vacuum yesterday, and effectively liberated me of muffled silence. Suddenly, because I had become used to my condition, everything seemed so LOUD. While we were driving home Dorian was saying something to me and saying it LOUDLY.. she had become accustomed to having to raise her voice to me and wasn't even aware of it. I turned the radio on and asked her to set it where I previously would have.. she did. Oh my GOD, no wonder people in traffic would look over at me with little sneers on their faces! Poor people.. I'm sorry! I was deaf! Honest! But now I'm not, so drive along side me now! Well, no.. don't.

Once Dr. Nguyen had liberated my left ear and then went to work on the right one, I was capable of conversation so I mentioned to her that I had been on a ship during my naval service that had picked up several boat loads of refugees fleeing Saigon in 1978-79. Sure enough, she had been one of them. She wasn't on one of the boats that we'd picked up, but her family had fled Saigon in 1980 and made it to Thailand, which was a miracle. I get that a lot from Vietnamese people I meet. There's quite a few of them around here and it almost never fails that I'll meet someone who fled via boat and either got picked up in the South China sea during that era, or made it to Thailand or Malaysia.

As I was leaving the office Dr. Nguyen stopped me and said, "Thank you for what you did out there for my people during that time ." I wasn't expecting that so it caught me off guard (plus it was so LOUD!) but I mumbled a short "you're welcome" or something as Dorian and I left the office. I've never been thanked for that. Not that I've ever thought about it, but it just occurred to me yesterday that it'd never happened. We spent weeks in the South China sea patrolling for refugee boats and while on duty as the ship's forward lookout I'd spotted one of them. When we brought them aboard we found that they had been at sea for two months and had just run out of food. One of the elderly people had died the day before, and one died shortly after we'd brought them aboard. I have no idea where the remaining twelve family members are today, but if they're alive and doing as well as DOCTOR Nguyen it's possibly because I saw a tiny speck bouncing on a swell about six miles out one day and reported it to our bridge officer. I got a ribbon for that but it got packed in a chest that disappeared long ago. It doesn't matter anyway, only the people do. I hope they're well.

Damn, music sounds great all of a sudden. I've been sitting here at my PC all morning listening to stuff that I haven't heard (decently) in months. From Sinatra to Symphonies, Alt Rock to Jazz, I'll never take it for granted again.
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left right left right left right ad infinitum [Nov. 3rd, 2004|10:33 am]
It's been a fascinating night. I worked my usual 6pm-7am shift from Tuesday evening to Wednesday morning, so I was glued to the radio in the security car that I drive while on duty. For some reason, it was like witnessing a very slow horse race. The whole thing sort of stalled out around two or three in the morning when OHIO was in question and it didn't really pick up again until the news broke that Kerry called Bush and conceded at around 8:15am pst. By that time I'd been home for almost an hour, following the events on TV instead (wow, pictures!).

I've been completely silent on the election, with the exception of posting some spoof material from THE ONION, DAVE BARRY, etc.. but let me state today that I haven't been a supporter of either of those guys. I didn't vote for either one and I really could have gone either way today. There are many people of the same mindset out there, but what made it fascinating all night is the passion and fervor of the extremists on either side. It's been said over and over in recent weeks that our nation has become deeply divided, and boy howdy that's no joke! The calls to the overnight talk station I listen to run the gamut from hard right to hard left and everything in between.

A post to a message board from a random young lady in TAMPA-

"TODAY is an awesome day..
look outside your window...
Birds chirping..
Blue sky...
Fluffy Clouds...
Flowers are blooming (in Florida)...
Air smells excellent

Life just couldn't get any better...

why am I in such a mood?

Bush has been reelected."

Another post to a Live Journal from an acquaintance of mine in NEW YORK CITY-

"A lot of people on the subway were crying, and clutched crumpled newspapers to their chests and stared at people defiantly, daring them to say anything at all.

And I was reading a novel about a war, and felt like such a jackass."

I find it to all be very entertaining. Don't think that I don't care, I do. But I just don't care enough to either dance or throw rotten tomatoes. I get passionate about many things but religion and politics aren't among them.
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Easy Money [Sep. 29th, 2004|10:10 am]
[At the moment.. | Lottereeee]
[Rockin' my world.. |None- tis quiet in here..]

I just got home from my overnight security shift at the RV dealership, much later than I usually do. There was this driver delivering an RV who said he'd give me fifteen dollars for a ride to the airport if I'd wait around until he gets the unit checked in, which is about an hour or more. Okay, sounded good.. easy money, considering the airport is only about ten minutes from the dealership and then it's about fifteen minutes for me to get home. Then this other driver showed up with another RV and asked for me to wait for him too, and he'd also give me fifteen bucks for a ride. So I made thirty dollars just by waiting around and then running these two guys to Orange County airport. I'm dead tired, but I can never go right to sleep when I get home.. I have to unwind. So here I am, telling no one in particular about making thirty bucks this morning unexpectedly. I went and bought groceries, which we desperately needed, and it came to twenty nine dollars. I didn't plan that.. honest! I just went up and down the aisles grabbing stuff that we needed and when I figured I was close to thirty dollars worth, I headed to the check out stand. Actually, I expected to go over and have to put something back (would have been the donuts) but nope.. twenty nine dollars.

Since I had a buck left and a buck is pretty useless all by itself these days, I invested in a superlotto ticket. Hey, the way things are going so far today, who knows? The next lotto drawing is tonight. Dorian and I have been playing it lately, just for fun. We play the same numbers everytime- 6 and 9 which is my birthday, 10 and 12 which is her birthday, followed by 33 just because it's a damn fine number and Dorian's favorite. Then our mega number is 14 for how many years we've been married. We figure that we'll just go on playing the same numbers until our next anniversary at which time we'll change the mega number to 15, but that's all. Now don't any of you other California residents go playing those numbers because if we win we'll have to split it with you! Play your own damn numbers.
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a little name dropping [Sep. 27th, 2004|02:50 pm]
[Rockin' my world.. |Buffy the VAMPIRE slayer]

A little while ago I saw myself on TV. It was the final WEST WING episode that I had worked on, the one where I got to be in the oval office. I didn’t expect it to play.. I was just sitting here at my computer and had the TV on.. I flipped around the channels and The West Wing came on Bravo, where reruns are playing in syndication. It’s the episode where someone shoots at the white house and so it goes into a lockdown. A subplot that runs has President Bartlett trying to convince the Russian Prez to let an American team into his country to recover a downed unmanned spy plane. He’s on the phone with the Russian President and I’m one of several “State Department Officials” sitting in the oval office looking concerned while he has that conversation. I got to meet Martin Sheen that day (a total crack-up on set, and he didn’t chain himself to anything). “Hollywood” (as in the business, not the town) is such a small enclave of people, I’m always seeing somebody that I’ve come across in person, and I only worked background in film and TV for three years.

After The West Wing ended, I flipped through channels again and landed on “Yes Dear”, a not really very funny sitcom that features Jeanne Louisa Kelly, who is best known for her roles as John Candy’s niece TIA in “Uncle Buck” and the high school girl who seduces Richard Dreyfuss in “Mr Hollands Opus”. I had met her one time at Hollywood & Highland while working security there.. She and her husband were going to see a show at the Pantages Theater on Hollywood Blvd. and I was coordinating the shuttles to and from the theater. She gave me their tickets before boarding and I had a brief chat with them.

Even while writing this, there’s a “Buffy The Vampire Slayer” on.. I worked on one of the final episodes of that and was in a shot with Sarah Michelle Gellar (she looks taller on TV). Point is, I’m always seeing people on TV or in films that I’ve met or seen in person, especially the extras, and I didn’t really work in the business for that long. It’s a very small, exclusive gang of elitists. I once stage managed a one man stage show starring a guy named Toby Anderson. Somebody had come up to him after one of the performances and commented that they had seen him in such and such a play up in Portland last year. I asked him if that happens much, and he said, “Oh yeah.. you know there’s only about three hundred of us that work in theater and we just keep making the rounds.” God help anyone who wants to break into acting.
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Ch-ch-ch-CHANGESSSS... [Sep. 19th, 2004|10:32 pm]
I’m growing my mustache and goatee back. Bowie’s “Changes” is playing in the background. Things are sliding along into a new era for me as I’ve recently announced the cessation of my pursuit of acting. I’m going to write. Or, write more than I have been anyway. I had some stuff published in the eighties and it was quite a feeling knowing that people in some God only knows where town somewhere are reading your material. It’s like the feeling I got when working background on some TV show or film.. I knew that thousands of people everywhere would see whatever scene I was in but the problem with that gig was that I usually got cut or I was off camera (out of the frame).

This doesn’t mean I won’t be acting in the future- I might, but I just don’t intend to for now. I just want to write. If I ever get published again it’ll be under a pseudonym that you will never see posted on here. I want to separate Dave Rhodes from the published author for my own personal reasons, much like my reasons for quitting the acting stuff. Close friends will know the published name, including a few of you that I haven’t met but I feel like I know you well. However it’s not something to be concerned with for awhile. But if you’re curious about the pseudonym then shoot me an email and I’ll tell you. Dorian and I discussed it and we both agreed that it sounds pretty good. Actually I’d be interested in what you think of it, just be sure and keep it to yourself. If you don’t already have my email address, then I’m sorry- I don’t know you well enough to tell you.

Here’s something that I’d like to point out regarding acting vs. writing- in the class I recently took, when I had a monologue in hand ( the one that I just couldn’t get my head around for the life of me), I think that the greatest difficulty came from doing someone else’s material. That’s the way it is in acting, you’re saying the author’s lines and you’re saying them in a way and walking in a direction that the Director wants you to. That’s okay, and it’s obviously what Actors do. But I’m just tired of it. When I write something, it’s all mine. Of course an editor may ask for changes but at least it all stems from me. An Actor is part creative interpreter and part puppet. Depending on who you work for, it can be mostly puppet. No thanks.

For those of you who helped me with the class fee- thank you! I know that the initial intent was to fund some training for me and get me pointed in the right direction, but I think that a greater goal has been accomplished by my taking that class. It took a few weeks for me to mull it over, but I now feel that it was the class that showed me what I really want to do. My recent epiphany is due in large part to the realization that I’d rather give Actors something to say than be an Actor saying something written by someone else. The monologue assignment sparked that in me. So it’s not for naught.. The money was well spent.

I need to go trim my goatee and pick up the video girl from work.

Toodles, everyone! Have a great week :-)
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(no subject) [Sep. 14th, 2004|10:13 am]
[At the moment.. | sleepy]
[Rockin' my world.. |Keely Smith- "On the sunny side of the street"]

My last entry had a little request toward the end- "I'm not seeking any advice or encouragement. Please don't offer any". So about three friends of mine have written saying, "I know you didn't want any advice, BUT.."

Well, it's nice when people care. Thanks guys.

Generally, people are saying that it's okay to not want to persue acting. Problem is, I don't want to persue anything. My life's goal right now is to get sufficient sleep before I have to go in tonight and guard motorhomes all night long. My long-term goal is to someday obtain one of those portable DVD players so that I can watch movies in the security car while I'm there. I used to hate people like me, and now I are one.

Had to get up this morning after only two hours sleep or so and take the video girl down to her little video shop. Since I do go in this evening for a 13 hour shift, I'm going to be crawling back into the sack here shortly.

I found an old friend on the web- Erin Way, formerly of Medford Oregon. Erin ran the sound board at Actors' Theatre and did a fantabulous job every time, which was probably ten times or so (I was sound designer, so she "worked for me" in a sense.. but we never really called it that.) We had gotten to know each other quite well. She's one of the most awesome people I have known and last I knew she was up in Portland studying Theatre arts. I guess she's graduated from that now, since I haven't seen her in about four years. I sent her a note and haven't heard back yet. It's a kick to find someone online that you haven't seen or talked to for a few years.

Sleeeeeeeeeeep now... g'nite. Or.... g'day.... whatever.
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That enigmatic mystery [Sep. 13th, 2004|01:55 pm]
[At the moment.. | confoozled]
[Rockin' my world.. |Sinatra- "What's new" (nothing, actually)]

I haven't updated for awhile. This is because every now and then I like to just crawl under a rock and hide for awhile, especially after a perceived shortfall of some sort. This one involves my former acting class, which I saw as a pivotal, "get me out of this damned rut" sort of thing, so when I missed the final class it was just all that much more of a huge let-down. I owe somewhat of an explanation to some folks, since they helped fund that class for me, and I'll get to that in a moment. First, I'd like to say that lately I've been contemplating HOW my next journal update would read.. and I decided that I'm just not going to get very personal. Now or ever. Some of the recesses of my soul make for pretty good places to go for sole retreats. Sorry, I just don't want anyone else to come along for those trips. I prefer the solitude. I also prefer to remain a mystery wrapped in an enigma packaged in a conundrum, or however the heck that goes. A conundrum of enigmatic mysteries, perhaps? That's me.

As far as the acting class goes, and a potential career in acting, here's the closest I can get to a summation of my feelings concerning the whole thing. Partly because certain areas of that reside in those recesses I mentioned and I'm just not going to bring them out into the light, and partly because there are some things I just don't know. There are some answers I don't have to questions that have been riding around with me for a long time now and I don't know if I'll ever have them. I keep looking, but maybe I'm looking in the wrong places.

Okay, the class. It was a nine week course in basic acting. I mean, BASIC acting. Everything that was presented in the class I first became aware of over twenty years ago. Now, that has nothing to do with anything, because I had intended from the beginning to get a fresh start and go through the entire set of classes and workshops that they offer, so that in a couple of years I could "graduate" with something really nifty to put on my resume. I expected there to be complete novices in the class who knew NOTHING about acting, and there were. I expected basic exercises to be presented and basic tools of acting to be taught and there were. I expected to be bored.. and I was. All of that wasn't a problem for me. The problem came later, toward the end. The instructor, Laurie, had assigned monologues for everyone to do. For those of you non-theatrical types, a monologue is a "speech" of sorts, about a page or two long, that comes from a play (usually) or film scene and is delivered by one character- sometimes to another character in the scene and sometimes to the audience. Monologues generally run about two minutes and are frequently used as audition pieces for actors. The piece assigned to me by Laurie is from a play and portrays a character in a bar complaining about women and their shoes. It's comedic, well written and should have been simple for me to perform.. but it wasn't.

Laurie had said early on that nobody could flunk this class. She said that it was all about exploration, personal growth and creativity, with no judgment being passed and darned if it didn't turn out that way. It was one of the most positive experiences that I'd ever been a part of, including past acting classes. Except when it came to my monologue. We had been assigned the monologues on (I think) the sixth week, and I missed the seventh week. Almost everyone had given an initial presentation of their pieces on that seventh week, having had a week to prepare, and nobody (except for one guy) presented theirs from memory. They all read them from their scripts in front of Laurie and the class (although I had missed the class that night, this is what I was told later by the guy who had memorized his, because we had become friends during the course of it and have kept in touch).

Memorization wasn't a requirement, on the seventh week or the eighth or even the ninth. And most of the other students kept right on doing theirs from the script in their hands. Having missed the seventh week I presented mine on the eighth.. and I was barely prepared. I should have been more prepared than I was and I really didn't have any excuse for not being so. It wasn't a problem because as I'd mentioned, the class was designed to be a positive experience with no judgment, so all I got out of it that eighth week was a constructive critique on character development from Laurie. But I had determined that I was going to work on it and memorize it so that I could present it "off book" (theatrical term meaning memorized) at the final class with plenty of character development. I wanted to have it as ready as I would have if I were auditioning for Steven Spielberg, and I had an entire week with few other commitments in the way of reaching that goal. To be fair to Laurie, this was NOT a requirement from her.. she had clearly stated that memorization was not necessary. It's just that I had done so many monologues over the years and I have accomplished so much theatrically that this should have been a piece of cake for me. It seemed to me as though the non-judgmental, no memorization thing only applied to the novices. In my own head I was capable of much more. So when the morning of the final class rolled around and I found myself not only NOT memorized, but still unprepared, I spent the day contemplating whether or not to even attend the final class that evening. I hadn't worked on the piece very much at all and I had absolutely no tangible reason for it. To me, this was an indication that perhaps I wasn't as motivated as I had originally thought. I spent most of the day mulling this over and by the time six o'clock rolled around (the class started at seven) I had gotten myself worked into such a state of depression that there was NO WAY I was going to go in and present the monologue the same way I had an entire week earlier. So I just blew it off and spent the evening driving around while Dorian was pulling a shift at Hollywood video. I'm my own worst critic and one of these days it'll be my undoing.

There's a lot that I don't know. I don't know with any certainty why I wasn't prepared with the monologue on that final evening, but the motivation factor comes into play. Perhaps that inside somewhere, in those recesses I talked about, I just simply don't want to be an actor. Or maybe I do, but the price is too high. An actor friend of mine and I were having a superfluous discussion about the class and the craft in general just a few nights ago, and the topic of "the price" was touched upon. He was probing about, trying to get an idea as to why I didn't seem so motivated anymore, and he said, "There comes a point where you ask yourself how BAD to do you REALLY want it?" He made this point after describing a less than great audition experience he had been through in LA earlier that day, where he was treated a bit shabbily. I think the subtext was, "IF you really, really want to do this, you'll put up with this kind of crap".. but to me it just made me think that perhaps I don't want to do this after all. From a practical stand point, the next class in the series starts soon and we just can't afford it, plus it's on a night that I work so I'd have to request a schedule change AGAIN in order to pull it off. But you know something? I don't really, REALLY want to pull it off. And after all of these years of wanting it, I don't know why now I suddenly don't so much. I feel a tangible sense of futility here.

Just being honest.

I've said more than I intended. But it's how I feel, no matter how convoluted and complicated and unsure it seems. Nothing's very definitive with me right now, except that I definitely don't want to spend the rest of my working career guarding RV's at night. I don't want to sell them during the day either, which is a position that's been offered to me several times since I started working at the RV dealership as a night watchman. But I've found that the old stereotype of a used car salesman holds true for these guys who sell RV's and I just don't want to be that type of individual, for whom ethics and morality seem to be vices that get in the way when it comes to making money in that line of work.

Well, that's where I'm at. Nowhere. Satisfied? No. Disillusioned? Yes.

I'm not seeking any advice or encouragement. Please don't offer any (but thanks for the intent if you were going to). Trust me when I say that if there's something you want to say to me about this, chances are I've already thought of it. I've examined every angle and every nook and cranny. Nothing but cobwebs in there right now. I think I'll say no more about it. Next month I may be going at it again with a renewed vigor. Or maybe not.

Darned if I know.

Now.. back to that whole mysterious enigma thing.
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slept right in and MISSED it.. [Aug. 10th, 2004|04:34 pm]
[At the moment.. | artistic mode]
[Rockin' my world.. |AVRIL LAVIGNE **take me away**]

I can't believe I missed my class last night. ARRRGH! Not cool to miss one class when it's only a nine week course. But my fellow classmate, David, tells me that they spent most of the evening critiquing monologues and only got through half of them anyway, so I guess it's not that big a deal. I've done many monologues in my time and I wasn't exactly prepared with this one last night anyway, so maybe it's just as well. This darned schedule.. that's why I missed class.. I slept so soundly I just completely missed my alarm. I slept until about 1:00am.

One of the things that's kept me busy on my days off is revamping Christopher's website.. well, it's online now after much planning and redesigning. The aforementioned classmate, David, is a professional web designer and gave me some tips on it. Give it a look and see what you think..

http://www.chrislewisministries.org/index.htm

I go back into work tonight.. for THREE nights and then I start my FOUR NIGHTS PER WEEK OFF. HAHAHAHAHA!!!

yes, I'm very excited about that.

Speaking of work, I must run the video girl off to HER work now.

Cheers!
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Monday, Monday.. can't trust that day.. [Aug. 9th, 2004|02:10 pm]
[At the moment.. | *yawn*]

Acting class tonight, in which I'll be reading my assigned monologue. Just reading it, not memorized yet. She said, "Next week we'll be reading our monologues".. so I haven't put much into it. No real character development or anything like that. Actually, I feel REALLY unprepared, and I need to get a few hours sleep before going in, so I essentially don't have any time to go over it before class. S'okay, I'm not worried about it. I've done monologues many, many times before.. it's just been a long time.

The boss emailed me and said my new, improved schedule starts this week. That's inspite of the guy who quit the other night. I don't know how he's going to pull it off, but I'm not going to worry about it. He said I start the new schedule so it's his problem to make it work. I can hardly wait..

Last night Dorian and I saw BOTH of the "Kill Bill" volumes back to back. AWESOME! Volume 2 isn't available to the public yet, it's one of those rentals that comes from knowing someone who works in a video store who can snag a copy right when they arrive but before they're officially "released". The Kill Bill movies are funny, well written, fabulously filmed & directed, and kind of violent (warning to the squeamish).

Nap time.. bye
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windy pissing [Aug. 7th, 2004|09:36 am]
[At the moment.. | ready 4 bed again :-(]
[Rockin' my world.. |BERLIN- **Will I ever understand you**]

Does anyone read this journal of mine or am I just pissing into the wind during a ferocious rainstorm and getting all wet for nothing?

Talked with the boss- the guy I mentioned, who walked off the job at 3:30 am the other morning, didn't even call him and didn't return a call that the boss left for him. Unbelievable! Well, turns out that I'm going to get my requested three day per week schedule after all, and on the days that I want. I just have to wait another week. I can hardly wait, I'm SOOO exhausted. and I mean all of the time.

THIS is pretty darned funny--> http://www.theonion.com/news/index.php?issue=4031

For those of you who aren't familiar with "The Onion", it's a spoof newspaper that's been around forever. I remember it from my high school days when it was in print form, but now it's on the web. The article that the above link will send you to ain't for real.. but it's real funny, and satirical.. which is the point of "The Onion."

Lately I've been monitoring Dave Barry's BLOG (http://weblog.herald.com/column/davebarry/).. which is pretty funny too, as you can imagine. Dave doesn't do much writing on it himself, instead he links to websites and goofy news reports that have to be read to be believed. People can comment on them, and the comments sometimes end up being the most entertaining part of the blog. If you peruse it, I always use the name "Dave-not Barry" when I comment, so if you see that then you'll know it's me. I'm thinking of just signing my name daverhodester though. Am I just pissing in the wind again or what?

We have fleas in the carpeting. Damn. Any ideas on getting rid of them? I looked online for an answer and the only effective, guaranteed method seems to be arson. I don't think we'll go there. But something must be done soon because the little vampires are sucking us dry. The kitties are smarter than I ever thought they were.. they both hang out in high places (on top of a video rack for Taz, kitchen counter for Shadow) so that the fleas can't jump up and get them.

Slowly but surely I'm revamping my friend Christopher's website. It's getting a total redesign and so far, I must say, it looks AWESOME It's not ready for prime time yet and I don't have it up for you to preview, but when it's online I'll post the link here. For those of you who don't know, Christopher is a traveling speaker and teacher who gets bookings internationally (he's currently in Africa) and the website is about what he does. I designed and maintain it for him. I'd post the URL to the current version but it's going bye bye soon and the redesign will be in it's place, so I'd rather wait until then if you haven't seen it.

Going to bed soon. Wish me luck sleeping. In spite of the exhaustion, I'm wide awake.
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anyone need a job? If you don't have a life, apply here.. [Aug. 5th, 2004|08:31 am]
[At the moment.. | "bastard.."]
[Rockin' my world.. |DIDO- "who makes you feel"]

For almost six months I've been working this horrific schedule.. four nights in a row of 13-15 hour shifts with three nights off. The guy who worked the three night stretch quit recently and so I told the boss "I want the three night stretch, and I want it on THESE nights.. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday". The hours accumulated will amount to an average work week that *normal* people put in, and I'll have a nice stretch of time off to not only rest but to be productive too. It seems that the way it is, I'm practically using my whole three days off just to rest. The boss agreed that since I have seniority that I could pick my schedule.. the only thing I have to do is hang in there until he hires someone new and in the meantime he'd be using a contracted security company to work the three night stretch.

So- the other day- he hired a new guy. FINALLY! It's hard to get someone willing to work those hours. But now that he's found a willing subject, I can get to the three night a week schedule and the sooner the better. He asked me to do the four nights in a row for just one more week and on two of those nights I'd be training the new guy. I reluctantly agreed (I'm SOOO burned out..) and last night DEAN showed up for training. We hung out together and I walked him through the paces. I showed him the alarm system and taught him how to operate it. We talked for quite a while about the dealership and he asked me all the appropriate questions that he'd have to know the answers to in order to be an effective security officer. We talked quite a bit and during lulls in the conversation we'd listen to talk radio and then end up commenting on the topic at hand. I was beginning to really enjoy his company.

Then- at 3:30 in the morning- he promptly quit and went home.

His cell phone rang while we were talking and when he answered it he was confronted by his sobbing wife on the other end. She had been sitting at home thinking over this whole thing and had just decided that she wouldn't be able to stand to have him gone all night for most of the week. Evidently, Dean explained, the woman was hysterical. He was appropriately apologetic and mumbling something about his marriage being more important than this job, he hopped in his car and sped off after having handed me the things he'd been issued earlier in the evening.

..fuck

Q- "Why can't the contracted security company fill the four nights a week?"
A- "Because they're barely able to cover the three nights a week as it is. As stated earlier, nobody wants to work these stupid hours."

Q- "Didn't Mrs. Dean know ahead of time what Dean's hours would be and consent to his schedule?"
A- "Yes. I don't know her, but I'm beginning to think she's rather fickle."

Q- "Are you pissed off?"
A- "Damn right."

For those friends and family that Dorian has been updating and telling about my schedule change.. disregard all of that for now. I just got home a little while ago and I haven't talked to the boss yet, so I don't know what's going to happen (I wrote him a note before I left that said, "The double doors at the Talbert building still need to have a lock installed, and OH.. Dean quit and went home at 3:30am) I'd imagine I'll be staying on the four night stretch until he finds someone ELSE stupid enough to agree to it.

Dorian has been sleeping since I got home, so I haven't even told HER yet.

*sigh*

Off to bed I go. Maybe when I wake up it'll all turn out to have been a really bad dream.
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Morning, everyone.. [Aug. 2nd, 2004|07:54 am]
[At the moment.. | easily amused]
[Rockin' my world.. |TONY BENNETT **I'll be seeing you**]

Hi. I'm Dave. It's seven thirty in the morning and as usual, I've been up all night. I'll be going to bed pretty soon and trying to get about 4-5 hours of sleep before my class tonight. I'm in a bit of a hard transition right now, because I only get two nights off and then I have to go back for three nights and train the new guy before my new schedule starts. I know most people get two days off, but remember I work 13 to 15 hour shifts.

Last night Dorian and I watched 13 Going On 30 with Jennifer Garner. One of the other benefits of being married to a shift Manager for Hollywood Video is that we not only get free DVD's but we get them a day or two before they're actually released. 13 Going On 30 isn't going to be publicly available until tomorrow. I know that some of my more sophisticated, eclectically bohemian friends will tease me for bringing home such a light bit of fluff, but that's okay.. we needed fluff last night. Neither of us felt like watching a film that we'd have to think about. I guess that must have REALLY been the mood we were in, because the other DVD we brought home last night was PETER PAN, which we'll watch tonight.

13 Going On 30 is fun although you'd best renew the lease on your "suspension of disbelief" license. Jennifer Garner's character jumps from 13 to 30 years old overnight after her friend MATT sprinkles "magic wishing dust" on her. It's never explained where the dust came from or how he happened to have it. Jennifer nails the portrayal of a 13 year old in a 30 year old (and HOT, I might add) body, especially in the scene where she first wakes up at the age of 30. I was on the set of Jennifer's show ALIAS some time ago doing background, and I was impressed with her.. very nice young lady. She was friendly and chatty with me, which is not the usual treatment I'd get from leads on shows like that (most of the time they just don't talk to background actors). One of Jennifer's co-stars in 13 Going On 30 is Judy Greer, who I also got to hang out with on set one time when doing background for an episode of JUST SHOOT ME. (In the film she plays LUCY) She was nice too, and FUNNY. Her character for that episode was a nerdy office girl and she just stayed in character the whole time, even during lunch. Or DID she? Maybe she's really like that..

Okay, time to grab a broom and sweep up after all that name dropping.

Dave out
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killing time swiftly with my song.. [Jul. 31st, 2004|08:51 am]
[At the moment.. | ready for a friggin' nap]
[Rockin' my world.. |FLEETWOOD MAC **sara**]

I'm Dave Rhodes, and.. I'm REPORTING FOR DUTY!!! **salutes**  Anyone catch Kerry's speech at the DNC the other night? (besides my friend rm in NYC who not only caught it, but wrote a commentary worthy of the New York Times)  I did.  I have no comment on it.  I avoid discussions on politics, religion, the weather and Britney Spears.  I prefer to remain an enigma wrapped in a mystery based on a riddle made into stage production adapted into a screenplay starring Tom Hanks as me.  Alanis Morrisette could play Dorian (if she wants to venture into acting).
 
Okay, is it just me or do YOU find this to be darn funny too?    (Warning- "Pony Porn")
 
One more LONG night shift and then two nights off and then three night shifts and then four nights off which will continue to be my schedule.  Does that make sense?  I've been doing four nights on, three off for about the past six months.  The boss hired a new guy to work opposite me and I requested to get cut back a day because I'm SO burned out on this excruciatingly boring job that I'm ready to just shuck it all and join a monastery or something, so the new guy gets trained by me Tuesday and Wednesday night and starts by himself on Friday.  So as of then, I'll have Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday nights off.  Which rocks.
 
I'm killing time until Dorian is ready for her ride to Hollywood Video this morning, which is about an hour away.  Then after I get back I can go to BED.  Yippee.
 
Recently I've added two actresses to my friends list on LJ.. one is in San Francisco and the other in NYC, which makes their daily accounts all that much more interesting.  The thing about these ladies is.. BOTH seem to find time despite work schedules and the fact that they both are performing and auditioning to write long ass journal entries on a daily basis.  I don't know how they do it, but it does inspire me to write at least a little something each day, just to keep the creative juices flowing and stuff like that.  Check them out by clicking "friends" on my LJ and looking at the posts from "rm" and "nnp".  You'll also see some random posts from theater people.. that's a group of actors on LJ that I subscribe to.  Anything anyone posts on that group shows up in my "friends" section.
 
I have to go pee.. be right back..
 
Okay, that's better.  I'm back just in time to sign off.  Really.  I just have nothing left to say, I'm too darn tired to type.  I feel like it's this massive effort and the keys all have little wads of gum under them so I have to press really hard for each letter, and my head is swimming and I'm starting to drool.  I hope I can make it to Hollywood Video and back.
 
Later.  I'm done.
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Santa Klaus and Joseph [Jul. 28th, 2004|07:35 am]
[At the moment.. | sleeeeepy...]

Yesterday Dorian and I hit the highway and cruised on up to HollYWeirD to rendezvous with a couple of old friends, Rod and Lorie. I know it sounds like Rod and Laurie are a COUPLE, but they're not.. they hardly know each other. Lorie goes back YEARS for us and was coming down to HollYWeirD from a little town near Fresno to deliver something to somebody and then meet up with us afterward. Rod works at the HollYWeirD & HighLand complex which is where I used to work and so that's how I know him. Turned out that Rod wouldn't be able to join us until later, so the first part of the afternoon was spent with Lorie and her two munchkins, Jessica and Joseph, who are eleven and nine (I think).

We were at the HollYWeird & HighLand complex which is chock full of nice restaurants but we decided to eat at the California Pizza Kitchen instead. I shouldn't say that.. their Portobello Mushroom Ravioli is pretty good, so that's what I had (as usual). One of the nicer restaurants in the place is called VERT and it's owned by celebrity chef Wolfgang Puck and Managed by his Brother Klaus. We didn't eat there due to budget concerns (we probably wouldn't qualify for the loan anyway) but we did head up there to meet with Wolfgang or Klaus because nine year old Joseph has his heart set on being a big shot celebrity chef himself someday and is just chock full of questions.

I had known Wolfgang from when I had worked in the complex a couple of years ago, but he wasn't there so Klaus came out and met with us for a few minutes. You know all those questions I said that Joseph had? He didn't ask a single one.. he was speechless. I think meeting Klaus was for him like a normal boy of nine meeting Britney Spears. Except Klaus can probably sing better. He was quite nice to Joseph and told him, "Never compromise or give up on your dream, and work hard.. someday you'll open your own restaurant and I will be coming to meet YOU." Is that awesome or WHAT?

Later on, long after Lorie, Jessica and the little celebrity chef were gone, Dorian and I had dinner with Rod at the 101 Café (or is it Café 101?) on Franklin Ave. about a mile from the complex. It's one of our favorite diners in Hollywood because it's not only a hipster scene NOW, but it reeks of history and you can almost feel the ghosts of the people who used to frequent the place during the golden age.. Jimmy Durante, Aldous Huxly, Bob Hope, Marylin Monroe.. the list goes on.

I was really in the mood to write a nice, long and creative journal entry with a lot of detail, but dammit I'm just too tired. I have to work tonight and so plenty of rest is needed if I intend to stay awake on my shift.

--more later (maybe)
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sketchy.. that's me [Jul. 27th, 2004|08:06 am]
[At the moment.. | 'bout ready for a nap]

Time for a quick journal update, then it's off to beddie bye.. at 8:00 am. I'll get four hours of sleep, then getting up at noon and heading to HollyWeird with Dorian to meet up with some friends around two-ish. We haven't been up there in ages. Meeting Lorie for lunch at the Hollywood & Highland complex, where I used to work, and then hooking up with Rod (who still works there) and catching up with him for awhile. Haven't seen him in over a year.

Last night after an awesome acting class I went to Friday's with a fella from the class, David, who turns out to be a web designer. Check out his work here--> http://cabin4.com/ If he turns out to be as good an Actor as he is a web designer, he's looking at an Oscar one of these days. Or at least a Tony. Maybe an Emmy? Maybe all three? (has anyone ever won all three? Interesting trivia question) Turns out that they give website design awards and David's evidently won a few.

Speaking of WEBsites, I watched the first Spiderman movie on DVD last night.. sitting right here at my computer. Don't ask why.

Back to the acting class.. did what's called a "neutral scene" with my scene partner, Mai, last night. It went pretty well and we have to do it again next week with notes incorporated. We were also given monologues to do and mine is from "Women and Shoes" by Nina Shengold. It's the opening monologue of the play that's delivered by the character "Willis", and it's pretty funny.

I know this is sketchy, but I'M sketchy this morning. Whatever that means.

bye
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slap me, I'm considering getting a real life [Jul. 25th, 2004|08:37 pm]
[At the moment.. | HaPPy to be hOme]
[Rockin' my world.. |SHERYL CROW- everyday is a winding road]

A few hours ago I took Hollywood videos newest SHIFT MANAGER to work, where she is at this moment calling the shots and handling problems from disgruntled customers (gruntled customers rarely complain). I'm so durned proud of her! She hasn't been there a month (well, maybe a little over) and already she's a shift manager. In a short while I'm going to pop down there and get my free video rentals, hee hee! I'm thinking of getting "Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen" because the title reminds me of my new found friend KATE in San Francisco. Just kidding, Kate.

It's my night off.. can you tell? The fact that I seem at least a tad bit coherent is a giveaway. Last night I took "Lost In Translation" in to "work" with me and watched it on one of the dealership's DVD players that they use to show customers promotional videos of new Winnebagos. I think the promotional videos are probably more exciting. "Lost.." is one of those films that consist of a string of quiet, poignant moments where the characters tend to do a lot of introspection. Great scenes for acting classes. Not so great scenes if you're trying to stay awake at three in the morning. Not one car exploded. zzzzzz...

Last night one of the Managers was leaving and we had a long talk. I get along with him quite well, and he was trying to talk me into going into sales. He said that it's all acting anyway, so I should enjoy it, but it'd be a very good income (unlike stage work). He's right about the income. One of the guys just bought a Dodge Viper at age 23. I told him that I'd feel like I'm throwing in the towel on my acting if I did.. he said, "nonsense, you can still go do stage in the evenings" (I don't think so). Also, even though sales requires acting ability to a degree, you're basically playing a limited number of characters, depending on who your customers are at the moment. I LOVE doing character work on stage. One of my favorite plays was "The Dining Room", where I played a number of very different characters in a short time, along with the rest of the cast.

To make it worse, the top salesman at the place (he makes about $300,000.00-$500,000.00 a year) overheard me talking to some customers the other day and HE told me I should go into sales. Then he said if I did, he'd mentor me. Thing is, he has such seniority that he doesn't have to take on green salesmen anymore and when I pointed this out he said, "But for you I would". *sigh* I need a slap in the face from some of my Theater friends RIGHT NOW!!!
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zzzzzzz [Jul. 24th, 2004|10:24 am]
[At the moment.. | zzzzz]
[Rockin' my world.. |THE DONNAS **you wanna get me high**]

very, very tired. The usual complaint. I have a scene partner from acting class who came out to rehearse with me last night. We were both sitting on the floor of the RV dealership at a little past midnight with nobody else around. It was a little strange, but Sunday she's coming over to the apartment which will be a little more comfortable.

man, I need to collapse.
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Looney Tunes.. or toons? [Jul. 21st, 2004|11:41 am]
[At the moment.. | about 2 crash..]

Just a quickie journal UPdate just cuz I haven't in a few days..

Been kind of busy for my days off, and I go back in this evening for my four day stretch of sheer boredom punctuated by moments of extreme exhaustion. Still working on getting my schedule changed.. turns out it's not a sure thing like I thought it was.

I've been working on a little tutorial for anyone interested in being an EXTRA in film and TV. It's posted on my Café Rhodes site and even though it's not finished yet, you can still take a peek at it if you'd like..

http://groups.msn.com/caferhodes/backgroundacting.msnw

HAHAHAHA!!! My boss just emailed me and said that my requested schedule change is now a sure thing.. so maybe I only have to work one more four day stretch and then go to three days a week. WHOO BOY HOWDY!!! (for those of you who don't know, they're 13 hour shifts.. all night long)

Dorian and I saw "Looney Tunes: Back In Action" last night, which is a fun little movie, but I had wanted to see it because I knew that they had filmed a large portion of it on the Warner Brothers lot and I had seen the soundstage interior when I was working there. In one scene that was filmed in the commissary at the studio, Jenna Elfman is having a meeting with Bugs Bunny and they're sitting at a table that I've sat at before.. which is really weird to see in the movie. I sure didn't see Bugs hanging out while I was there! If you liked "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" some years ago, you'll like this movie. It's very similar but not quite as good, although it has some pretty funny moments and Steve Martin steals the show with a comedic performance that's reminiscent of his "Ruprect the monkey boy" in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. There's also about a zillion cameos in this movie, from actors, characters and cartoon characters alike.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0318155/

Acting class Monday night was awesome as usual. Exercises followed by some character work. Some scenes were assigned that have to be ready by next Monday.

I have got to get some sleep before I go in tonight.

Cheers!
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Here I go.. [Jul. 17th, 2004|05:47 pm]
[At the moment.. | about 2 rush out de DOOR]
[Rockin' my world.. |KYLIE- "more more more"]

Rushing off to work as usual, for my fourth night of four, which is always the most difficult. It's also the longest.. it's almost 6:45 on Saturday evening and I won't be back until about 8:30 Sunday morning. HOWEVER- this may not last beyond another week or so, thank God! The boss hired a new guy to work opposite of me (my days off) and the new guys wants as many hours as he can get, and is open to whatever. So, I requested a schedule change and got it. Once the new guy starts and is trained, I'll only be on for three nights in a row and they'll be during the week instead of weekends.. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Hallelujia!

Gotta run.. taking the video girl to work on the way in. We both have to be at our respective places of employment at six. But lucky her, she gets to come home TONIGHT. *sigh*
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fuggedaboudit [Jul. 14th, 2004|05:43 pm]
[At the moment.. | rushing off to work]
[Rockin' my world.. |DIANA KRALL **the look of love**]

Okay, in spite of my announcement in my previous post that I was starting up a new website, I've decided against it. I weighed the options and decided that I didn't want something with limited bandwidth that might shut down if there are "too many hits" (how can one have TOO MANY hits?) In other words, if I can't pay for web hosting right now with unlimited bandwidth, then I'm not going to do it at all. So disregard the link I posted yesterday.

I'm going to use CAFÉ RHODES to make a few extra pages about background acting and a reunion page for the crew of my old Navy ship (we're planning a San Diego reunion in July '05) because it's an MSN group and doesn't limit your bandwidth. In spite of other limitations, it at least seems to always be there. So my web presence will by my LIVE JOURNAL and CAFÉ RHODES, and that's it! More than that is too much, me thinks.

Well, must rush off to work.

CHEERS!

CAFE RHODES--> http://groups.msn.com/caferhodes/_whatsnew.msnw
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pOwer wAshing and pOwer wEbsites [Jul. 14th, 2004|07:06 am]
[At the moment.. | dozing off a bit]
[Rockin' my world.. |R.E.M. **drive** (no wonder I'm dozing off)]

I'm at the tail end of my weekend, and have to go back to work this evening. Whaaa!!! I don't wanna!!! But I must. They're going to "power wash" our building sometime today.. I'm not sure what that means, but it sounds noisy. I hope I can sleep through it. But I guess if I can sleep through the screaming two year old a few apartments down, I can sleep through fire hoses gushing against our walls. I'm about ready to call child protective services on the parents of that two year old. Not just because the noise is bothersome, but because they leave her out on the patio to play for hours on end and she literally SCREAMS at the top of her lungs while they go on about their business inside and ignore her. This will go on for two or three hours everyday. I'd appreciate comments from any parental types (I've never had kids, so I don't know) and/or social workers and law enforcement.. is this really, REALLY bad or just a little neglectful but not enough to do anything about? Please post your comments below.

Acting class Monday was pretty cool, albeit a little behind schedule. The instructor was going to finally assign some scene work but ran out of time, so she's going to do it next Monday. Up until now it's all been exercises designed to promote awareness of body and surroundings, other people and focus. I'm very VERY aware of things right now. That's a good thing. Sort of. Except when it comes to the two year old.

Hey, I'm starting a new personal website! It'll have a lot of the material that I had on my "Life In Hollywood" site awhile back, but also just a conglomeration of other things. It's a free site so it's limited bandwith, which means it'll be fewer graphics and more text. I can't afford any web hosting right now so I thought this is the best way to go. If I keep the graphics down in size then more people can look at the site in a day before they get one of those annoying "bandwith has been exceeded, try again later" notices. There will also be ads. Unfortunately there's not a lot I can do about either of those since I don't have the funds to pay for web hosting, but I'll try to make it as entertaining as possible. I've had some friends ask me about doing background acting lately, so all of that advice I had on my LIFE IN HOLLYWOOD site is going on there, plus the celebrity encounters and stories from working in film and TV. I'll put a few new stories on there too. You can take a look at it now if you'd like, but just be aware there's not much there yet..

http://www.daverhodester.bravehost.com/

Time for a quickie movie review. Dorian brought home two DVD's from her Hollywood Video shift, "The Missing" and "Le Divorce".

THE MISSING- With Tommy Lee Jones & Cate Blanchett, both of whom are fantastic, it's a decent thriller that takes place in the old west. It has a mystical quality to it but doesn't overdo it in that department. Two thumbs up from both of us. Dorian can hardly wait to watch the extra goodies on the disc, including the ELEVEN small features on the making of it! ELEVEN? Uh, ok.. it does have a lot of beautiful scenery that's supposedly New Mexico, although I don't know if that's where they actually shot it. I didn't see a single one of the "making of" features. There's a pretty cool story that goes with all of that scenery too, unlike the film reviewed below. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0338188/

LE DIVORCE- Kate Hudson & Naomi Watts in a slow moving story that is set in Paris and filmed in Paris. I commented to Dorian at one point that I think the story was just a thinly disguised excuse to shoot scenes of Paris. If you want to see a lot of Paris (the city, not the hotel heiress) then rent this DVD. My Mother-in-Law and our friend Elizabeth are going to love it.. our friend Bubba would fall asleep within the first twenty minutes. If you want to see a lot of Paris (the hotel heiress, not the city) then please post a comment below explaining WHY. Dorian gave this film a less than enthusiastic thumbs up while the only digit I could hoist was my middle finger, but at the story and not the scenes of Paris (the city, not the hotel heiress). You'll want to have a good cheese and a glass of fine wine to watch this film with. And guys, Kate Hudson looks mighty fine as usual, in spite of the fact that she was a few months pregnant while filming it. Who would have known? I guess she's blessed with a magic metabolism of some sort. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, or in her case, the nut from the bush. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0306734/

I'm going to go away now. Have a nice day. Tell everyone I said HI.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELIZABETH WHITTENBURY OF YUBA CITY CALIFORNIA!!!
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along came sleep.. finally [Jul. 12th, 2004|09:06 am]
[At the moment.. | wide awake, darn it]
[Rockin' my world.. |NO DOUBT **hella good** (great song!)]

Yesterday morning I was listening to Kasey Casem's Top Twenty countdown when it came time for "the dedication". Every week Casey reads a letter from someone who wishes to dedicate a song to someone else because that person has been really meaningful in their life for whatever reason, etc. . This week's letter of dedication started off by saying, "Dear Casey, I have a learning disability and believe me when I say that it's not all it's cracked up to be!" The writer went on to explain how he wanted to dedicate a song to his Mom because she'd always been there for him and so on, but all I could think of was this.. since when is a learning disability cracked up to be something? It's not often, if ever, that you hear of people boasting of such a thing, or saying with admiration, "Wow that guy has a learning disability.. awesome!" I remember some celebrity, when asked what it's like to be famous saying, "it's not all it's cracked up to be". I seem to also remember hearing the same statement from a police officer, radio DJ and even an airline pilot once. In the context of all of those it's a little more understandable, because we view those occupations as cracked up to be something. But when I realized that the writer of the dedication letter does indeed have a LEARNING DISABILITY, I was able to overlook the contextual oddity. So what's my point? I don't have one. It's just an observation.

I had gotten down to song #12 on Casey's top twenty countdown ("Absolutely- The story of a girl", by NINE DAYS) and it was time to go. I was at work (I seem to ALWAYS be at work these days) and the sales staff started showing up, which meant that I could leave. They've been having an RV show all weekend which means that they've been cooking hotdogs and chili on an outdoor grill for customers. During the night while everyone was gone, I helped myself to all of the chili-dogs I could eat. When morning came around and they all started showing up, it was time for me to go. I mean it was REALLY TIME FOR ME TO GO. I drove home really fast. Thank goodness I only have about a ten minute commute. It was only five minutes yesterday morning.

After arriving home (and taking care of some REALLY important business) I fired up the computer and there was a message from EMILY, my 14 year old goddaughter in Florida. She wanted me to call her around two o'clock her time, which meant I'd have to stay up for another three hours or so.. oh well, she's worth it.. so I stayed up. I called her. We talked about nothing.. for about ten minutes. "WHY exactly did you want me to call you?" I asked. "I dunno" she said, "but I have to go". I hung up, went to sleep and slept for the next twelve hours. Later that day, Dorian reassured me that Emily had probably just wanted to hear my voice. "Well, she didn't SAY that" I said, to which Dorian replied, "Honey, she's not going to say that, she's fourteen." Huh.

Emily and I have had this godfather/goddaughter thing going on for some time now and as much as I dig being a part of her life in that way, I REALLY hope her Mom stays healthy for at least four or five more years. I mean, we can barely take care of ourselves, let alone a teenage girl if it came to that. But I told her Mom we'd take her if it ever DID come to that, and we would. We'd work something out.. she might have to get a job at the local McDonalds when she's sixteen and sleep in the closet, but we'd work it out somehow. During fourteen years of marriage we've only had several dogs and cats to worry about, so an instant teenage daughter would be pretty interesting. I suspect it involves a little more then keeping the litter box clean and taking her out for walks several times a day, right? Sounds like it's really cracked up to be something.

Our movie last night- "Along came Polly". Since we've been getting these free movie rentals because Dorian is an employee of Hollywood Video now, we've been watching a lot more DVD's at home then we used to, so I think I'll throw in a movie review here and there on this blog. Along came Polly is somewhat funny, a bit charming, kind of sweet and a little goofy. It's not a LOT of anything, but the sum of all the little things add up by the ending. I like the transition that Ben Stiller's character goes through and he's definitely someone I can respect by the time the credits roll. He's not someone I like very much at the beginning but he eventually finds redemption with the help of Polly, played by Jennifer Aniston. Dorian and I give it two thumbs UP but with a warning.. it has a few sight gags that aren't too different from previous Ben Stiller films and they're just not that funny unless you're a teenage boy or you've had too much to drink (if you're a teenage boy who's had too much to drink, shame on you.. but you'll think the film is hysterical). Otherwise it has a decent message to it, which is basically "Carpe Diem".. seize the day.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0343135/

It's Monday morning and I have an acting class this evening. I haven't slept since yesterday, but that was my twelve hour catch-up-on-sleep session that we've come to know as the "Sunday Coma". I feel really caught up on sleep but I know if I don't at least get a nap in somewhere then I'll be pretty tired at this evening's class. *sigh* I HATE MY SCHEDULE. I know I've said it before on here, but you've probably not heard the last of it. Looking for a day job seems to be more and more of a priority lately. We missed the birthday party of a new friend last night because I was still sleeping. She had invited Dorian and I a few days ago and had "really hoped we could make it", but I was just too out of it to be very sociable. DARN.

Well, I'm going to listen to music and look at weird things on the internet until I get tired enough to crawl into bed for a few hours. Maybe I shouldn't have any more coffee at this point.

Good night.. or day.. whatever
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Video girl whooshes away to work [Jul. 9th, 2004|09:17 am]
[At the moment.. | must leave soon!]
[Rockin' my world.. |FATBOY SLIM **weapon of choice**]

This morning I'll be running Dorian down to HOLLYWOOD VIDEO where she'll spend the day putting DVD's on shelves in their proper order and smiling at strangers. I arrived home from my overnight gig (where I didn't smile at any strangers because there weren't any) at about 7:20 and I've just been biding my time online until I have to give her a ride to work, after which I can return home and..

SLEEEEEEEEEP.

I have two more nights to go before my three days off, which I always look forward to with much anticipation. I mean.. it's just freakin' BORING there! It's not a difficult job with the exception of having to just sit for hours on end with only the radio and CD's to keep me company. I'm probably one of the leading experts on overnight talk radio in the Los Angeles market by now.

On Saturday nights I've been listening to a music show called "The Drop" on KCRW, which is not only public radio, but it's a college station to boot. And get this.. it's GOOD! Go figure. For once a public station that doesn't play classical and/or jazz. Not that there's anything wrong with either of those.. it's just that KCRW (and especially "The Drop") are just downright hip. I shot off an email to the lady DJ who plays all the nice house and ambient techno on the program, and she replied..

"I absolutely loooooove this letter. I received it, read it, was moved, but then had to run out and then it got pushed down into the depths of the in box, going through it now though and I can't tell you how much this means to me. very cool and thoughtful and I hope you'll be listening FOREVER!!! thank you dave. we need you there! thank you. Liza"

How cool is THAT? For those of you who know what house music and ambient techno are, and actually LIKE it as much as I do, you can listen to THE DROP on the web between 9 and 12 on Saturday evenings (Pacific time) by going HERE--> http://www.kcrw.com/

Must rush off and get the video girl to her place of employment..

Rhodes out.
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a short one [Jul. 7th, 2004|05:02 pm]
[At the moment.. | not much to say]
[Rockin' my world.. |FATBOY SLIM **rockafeller skank**]

Rushing off to "work" shortly. I had a fairly uneventful weekend (my weekend being Sunday through Tuesday). Acting class Monday night was a series of exercises.. we really haven't gotten into scenes and/or monologues yet. Dorian is doing her yoga and working at Hollywood Video. Well, not at the same time (or IS she?) I just mean that she's gotten into quite the busy little routine. That's why you never see HER journal updated and those of you who know her well seldom get an email. Don't take it personally!

Gotta jam in about five minutes.. cheers everyone.
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WHAT fireworks? [Jul. 5th, 2004|03:41 am]
[At the moment.. | perusing thoughtfully]
[Rockin' my world.. |FLEETWOOD MAC- **rhiannon**]

We completely missed the 4th of July.  It just blew right by us.. I was asleep and Dorian was puttering around the house, taking it easy and catching up on email and stuff.  I had gotten home Sunday morning after a fifteen hour shift and I was EXHAUSTED.. so I collapsed, intending to only sleep for a few hours but of course it turned into about twelve.  She won't wake me when I'm catching up on sleep like that, so the day just went on by without much regard for us.  I'm just about ready to look for something with a bit of an easier schedule.. this morning I was sitting in the company van singing along with Frank Sinatra at the top of my lungs in order to stay awake.

I normally drive a security vehicle, complete with a light bar on the roof, spotlights and all of that crap, but it's in the shop.  So this week I've been using a company passenger van which has a nice CD player and a VERY decent stereo system, so I've been bringing my CD's in.  All this week I've had everyone from Frank to Alanis Morissette to Fatboy Slim keeping me company.  Last night it was "The Drop" on KCRW 89.9 with Liza Richardson for a few hours.. I love good house and techno on a decent sound system.  Rock me, baby!  The security car has an awesome sound system but it's am/fm with cassette and NO CD player.  My reunion with that car next week will be a bittersweet one.
 
Every morning except for Sunday, I can take off at seven because these employees show up who work in the parts, service and detail departments of the dealership.  But on Sundays they don't come in and I have to wait a few extra hours for the sales staff to show up at nine, which makes it a fifteen hour shift.  At eight thirty I was singing "Night And Day" right along with Frank when an older couple pulled up in an SUV and the gentleman inquired as to when the dealership would be open for business.  To the tune of "Night and Day", on the part where Frank sings, "Night and DAAAAAY.. YOU are the ONE.."  I sang, "Ten O'clock, is wheeeen weeee OPEEENNNN.."  By the look on his face as he drove away, I think he and the missus might have thought I was a little nuts.
 
It's almost three in the morning on Monday and I'm UP.  WAY UP.  Not much to do but write stuff like this and peruse the internet.  No wonder Dorian took away my credit card.  It's the first of my three nights off and if I were to engage in any *legitimate* activities that need to be done, such as laundry, taking trash out, etc, I'd risk waking up Dorian.  So, here I am, sailing through cyberspace on wings of boredom.  My schedule SUCKS.  Whaaaaa!!!!
 
The evening wasn't a total loss.  I had gotten up too late to do anything 4th of July-ish, but we watched a movie that I had mentioned in this blog earlier.. "Pieces of April".  I had wanted Dorian to see it because the lead character, April (played by Katie Holmes), reminds me SO MUCH of Dorian at twenty one, I just knew she'd relate to it.  So she brought it home from the video store Saturday night and we watched it together a few hours ago.  It's one of those character driven indie films that manages to do a lot without much of a budget (sorry, no car chases or action heroes in this one). 
 
Tonight is my weekly acting class, and yes, I intend to get a few hours sleep before I go in.  Considering that it's over fifteen hours away as I'm writing this, I think I'll be able to squeeze in a nap somewhere.  Before I do, I need to get up some information on background acting that I promised to a young lady in the class last week.. she's the one who hopes to be standing at the podium someday holding an Oscar and thanking everyone (including me), but since she's never been on an actual set for a film or TV show I recommended to her that she book some work as an EXTRA just so that she can hang out and see how it's done.  I told her I'd print out all of the "how to" information from my now defunct website that explains how to go about doing all of that.

She shouldn't have too much of a problem getting anywhere in Hollywood.. she's 23 and gorgeous, plus she seems to have the drive to succeed.  I just hope she doesn't get too disillusioned when she sees how extras are treated on set.  I already told her that she'd be there strictly to do reconnaissance on the entertainment industry and NOT to look for a big break.  I'll reiterate the point when I see her tonight.
 
END of entry.. you're now dismissed.
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SCR, Pieces of April and energy vortexes galore [Jun. 30th, 2004|03:22 pm]
[At the moment.. | cheerful]
[Rockin' my world.. |LIVE AND LEARN **the cardigans**]

My first acting class at South Coast Repertory Theater (known henceforth as "SCR") was fantabulous!  I'm really happy to be in a program that will finally provide some tools for me and that will enable me to FOCUS on my goals after all these years and quit floundering around, wondering what in the heck I'm going to do next.  Some of you helped me get into the class so I owe you a brief summary of how it went..
 
The instructor, Laurie Woolery, has been with SCR for thirteen years and is a class act all on her own!  We've only had one session but she seems to be quite knowledgeable.  A friend recently asked me what METHOD they teach.. Laurie made it clear that in the basic class she will touch on various methods but the idea is to find what works best for the individual.  That was good news for me, since my last acting class was with a guy in Hollywood who taught a particular method (acting without agony) that I didn't care for and that didn't really work for me.  The first class at SCR consisted of introductions and little "testimonials" from everyone, followed by some exercises designed to open everyone up.  I expected this and I enjoy such exercises.. I think they're really beneficial.  It's a three hour course on Monday nights and Laurie said that down the line we'll each have a monologue to work on and a scene with another partner, all assigned by her.  I found it interesting that she's going to assign the monologues to us rather than let us choose our own.  She said that she wanted to get to know each of us at the first class and then she'll assign the monologues accordingly.  Okay, that rocks!  I'm glad I don't have to pick the damn thing.  She also said that we're not just going to take the monologues home and memorize them and then perform them with a critique.. rather, we'll perform them over and over throughout the course and tweak them as we go along.
 
There are about thirty students in the class and about two thirds seem to be there just for the experience, whereas the rest, such as myself, want to make a career out of it and are very serious.  I don't mind at all sharing the class with people who have no intention of acting.. who knows, maybe they'll discover something they didn't know they had and subsequently change their minds after this?  It's also a good character study for me and I know that once I get into the intermediate and advanced classes I'll be working with students who are serious about the craft itself.  One young lady, when stating her goals during her testimonial, said that she hopes to one day be standing at the podium holding an Oscar and thanking everyone.. WOW!  That's a pretty lofty goal and I hope she gets there someday.  I don't think she has a clue how tough it is just to be a working Actor in the entertainment biz, but she'll find out.
 
Bottom line- the class ROCKS, and right now it's the most important thing in my life next to Dorian.  So once again, thanks to all who helped me get into it.  You're definitely at the front of the line for comps to my first show.
On to OTHER news-
 
I'm at the tail end of my weekly three days off and go back in tonight.. blah.  Dorian is still in Sedona sucking up energy vortexes (I'm not kidding when I say that) and she's due back tomorrow evening sometime.  It's been a lonely few days, and I haven't done much other than sleep and take the class.  I DID rent a movie, which actually was free, haha!  They didn't charge me at Hollywood Video since Dorian works there.  I'm so glad she took that Job!  The movie is "Pieces of April" with Katie Holmes, Oliver Platt, Patricia Clarkson and Sean Hayes.  It's a very moving film and I definitely recommend it to anyone who comes from a dysfunctional family.  So.. that's most of you (US!).  If you want to check up on it before renting it, click here-->  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0311648/
 
By the way, there's one review of the film there by someone called "The Unemployed Critic", and he totally dissed the film.  I don't agree with most of what he say's in the review, having liked the film very much myself, so it's up to you whether you want to read it or not.  But I can see why he's the UNEMPLOYED Critic.
 
Those energy vortexes I mentioned?  Dorian's retreat center and "healing school" that she's attending is purposely located in Sedona, Arizona because there are supposed to be some kind of energy emanations there which are quite a mystery, but it's been proven that people are affected by them and experience better health.  Now, I'm as skeptical as anybody, but she's been there a few days now and swears by it.  Her health has improved dramatically and she has experienced a few occasions where she is void of ANY pain whatsoever.  For those of you who know her.. you're aware that's never happened to her before.  On a note worthy of the X-files, her cell phone SOMETIMES works and SOMETIMES doesn't there.. she was told that that would happen, and man.. it's weird!  On the first night there she didn't have a signal at all and borrowed a friend's cell phone to call me.  Today she called me from her own phone because she had a full signal, but it faded out towards the end of the conversation.  Who's ever known cell phones to behave this way when they're not moving?  Also, the signal sounded kind of strange.. her voice seemed as though it was being run through a voice synth and she said I sounded the same way.  She's told that's common there with all of the different cell carriers, along with the signals fading in and out even though cell towers are nearby (cue "Twilight Zone" theme).
 
Okay, I'm off to work in a few hours and stuff has to be done before I leave..
 
Cheers, everyone!
 
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