I’ve purchased 25 pounds of pork shoulder, and am planning to smoke it starting sometime late tonight. To document this endeavor in real time, I’ve set up a webcam. Enjoy all 16 planned hours of cooking.
For the record, I am NOT the National Treasurer of the Republican National Committee.
And I didn’t approve this message.
We got a new phone system last year in my office. With that change, we all got direct extensions, and to account for future expansion, we got more numbers than we actually use. Because of this, from time to time we’ll get wrong number voicemail messages on extensions that don’t really exist. From time to time, I clean them off.
The most recent time I did this, I found a gem. It’s from February of this year, and it’s absolutely remarkable. I’ve listened to this about a thousand times, and each time I hear something new. There’s so much human drama here, such a compelling story.
Our cast of characters:
- Lisa, the caller. (She’s traveling, but will be home tomorrow. She’s Dewey’s alleged enabler, though from a remote location. Says she doesn’t really care, but really does. She’s sober much of the time. Almost the big sister.)
- Christine or Scott, the intended caller.
- Dewey. Our protagonist. (Runner up of $1000 dollar phone bills. Careless. Blames someone else for all of her troubles. Gets Lisa to do her dirty work.)
- Tess. (Dewey’s friend, who put the wine bottles in the car.)
- The idiot cop. (Pulled Dewey and Tess over, charged them with a DWI.)
- Grandma Edie. (She lost her house.)
I haven’t had any success tracking down any of these people, but I do know that the initial call from Christine or Scott couldn’t have originated from our office, because the outgoing caller ID from any extension is the main line. What I can’t figure out is how Lisa managed to misdial the number given that she was responding to a caller ID.
My aunt and uncle were in town last weekend for the NAMM conference. My uncle works for a music store, and he brought with him a DVD of a man who had been visiting his store. The man asked if there was any person there who taught the spoons, that he was a spoon player. And a rapper. The DVD contained very compelling video of a recording session with the rapping spoon master. I did what any responsible net citizen would do, and uploaded it to YouTube.
Fast forward to the other night, when I went to go find the video again. My username at YouTube is timmorgan, so I searched for that term. The video I uploaded wasn’t the only one I found.
Here’s the kicker. I don’t know who made these videos. Now I’ve had the webcam up at work for a very long time, but I’ve always thought that the only folks who look at it are my mother and my wife to see if I’m still at work. That theory is obviously out the window.
As best I can tell, the author is a 18 year old kid named James Mahon, he lives in Missouri and is obviously a big fan of Stargate. The videos were made over the course of a few weeks in April 2007. From doing some searching, I’ve found two YTMND message board posts that discuss the video. My favorite thread:
marks98 04-16-2007, 04:49 PM
do you have this guy’s aim or anything?
DrMongol 04-16-2007, 04:49 PM
no, but that’s my dream.
I emailed him a few days ago and haven’t gotten a response. I don’t even know if it was his real email :(
DrMongol 04-16-2007, 04:50 PM
dude where is Ted Stevens he’d be all over this
marks98 04-16-2007, 04:53 PM
He’s got phone and fax numbers in the whois…
DrMongol 04-16-2007, 05:02 PM
i’m going to call him one of these days and ask for a sign
DrMongol 04-16-2007, 05:03 PM
oh man dude he’s lounging on the job in the most recent pic, if I were his boss I would maybe fire him or ask him to come into my office :naughty:
marks98 04-16-2007, 05:04 PM
looks like a shit job anyway
I’m sure I would have deleted the email without reading it if I didn’t know who it was. I don’t think they ever called.
There are two other videos, both shorter. One is funny:
And one makes no sense at all (Does anyone know who this first guy is?):
Creepiness factor aside, what makes this episode most amusing to me is that this is the kind of thing that I would do, and did do when I uploaded the spoon-playing-rapper video. Turnabout IS fair play.
Also, I do have to say that I am impressed by the quality and comedic timing of the video, if this were some half-assed job, I might be offended. These videos have been out on YouTube for a year, so I suppose that the authors of the video got tired of me, and moved on to bigger and more random things. If they find this, though, let me say…Job well done.
One last thought, be careful what you put on the internet, or you’ll find things that the internet puts on you.
But this bears announcement:
So my girlfriend Amanda asked a few months ago that I paint for her something similar to the paintings that I’ve done that hang in my condo. For her painting, I chose a picture of a bridge that I had taken last May when I traveled with her family to Bellville, Ohio. (The place where her parents grew up.)
Now, we’ve been dating for quite a while now, so I thought that I would use this opportunity to include a hidden message that I’ve been meaning to ask now for a few months. I hid the message in the painting using a yellow highlighter. It’s invisible to look at, but when exposed to a black light, the message glows like this:
So several Fridays ago we had planned a weekend getaway to visit friends outside of Atlanta. Amanda took a half day off from work that day to get ready, I left work early to set the stage. I had to get her out of her house somehow, so I called her and asked her to go run an errand for me, which she happily obliged. I went into her house, put the painting on her mantle. I replaced the lamps in the sconces that are on either side of the mantle with black light bulbs.
She came home surprised to see me there, but amazed to see her new painting on the wall. I told her that there was more to it than just the painting. We turned on the light, and we started to decipher the message:
Because of the light in the room, I had to reveal the message one word at a time. (It’s more dramatic that way.) We started reading it… she stopped me when we got through “Amanda, will you…” and said, “WILL I WHAT?!?!.” (Needless to say, she was surprised.) I told her we should just keep reading…
We got to the end of the message, I got down on my knees and repeated the question. She said yes!