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Thursday, September 30, 2004
May a Light Shine Upon Your Path...
...and Guide You on Your Journey
My creative process:
Step 1: Me with a digital camera at SMC bored
Step 2: Go home and unload images form camera
Step 3: Go to bed
Step 4: Forget about images
Step 5: While looking on computer, I say what the hell is this?
Step 6: Me with photoshop at home bored
My creative process:
Step 1: Me with a digital camera at SMC bored
Step 2: Go home and unload images form camera
Step 3: Go to bed
Step 4: Forget about images
Step 5: While looking on computer, I say what the hell is this?
Step 6: Me with photoshop at home bored
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Farewell to an Era of my Life
Well, I believe that I will no longer be working at Magicopolis. The problem with that is, that I had'nt been working much lately, so I am kinda broke right now. It is over for me, unless they want to pay me ALOT more. After training this new guy, Jason, they decided to give him the shows. Its okay, cause I already knew it was coming. This is what gets me, though: I had to call them to know I wasnt working anymore. That, is bullshit. They didnt have the common decency to call me and tell me. Oh well. As it turns out, Jason will soon be leaving the place (cause he hates them, and things happened exactly as I told him they would). He is looking for a new job as I write this, and says he will be leaving within 2 weeks. If I should get a call from Magicopolis, which I somewhat hope I dont, I will tell them that in the time I was "let go" I acquired a good deal of lighting experience, and that I now consider my services to be worth cosiderably more. Well see what they think about that. If they dont like it, its not my problem anymore. By the way, if youve never been painballing before, I highly recommed it. It is fun. Very fun. I am thinking of taking an internship at a photo lab, but I am really debating it. Working for no money.... damn. Decisions decisions. I am also considering taking out a student loan. I just dont know. I could just live off student loans and not find a job, and that would be awsome. Is it spelled awesome, or awsome? Too lazy to look it up. Someone find out for me. Anyone have any work for me? I could use some photo work...
=^ )
I think Ill be a contracter. A lighting one that is. No long term things anymore. 4 weeks maximum contract, then well either renew or end. Im getting ahead of myself. I want to be a mercenary, though its not really practical anymore. I want to be a highly trained super spy, or a highly trained assasin, or a highly trained bounty hunter. I tired of the same old humdrum that life is offering me. Its time to step up to the plate and do something different. Ok, Im gonna go find myself a job. No 9-5 kinda jobs, and hopefully itll be a photo job. Time to draw on my connections.
=^ )
I think Ill be a contracter. A lighting one that is. No long term things anymore. 4 weeks maximum contract, then well either renew or end. Im getting ahead of myself. I want to be a mercenary, though its not really practical anymore. I want to be a highly trained super spy, or a highly trained assasin, or a highly trained bounty hunter. I tired of the same old humdrum that life is offering me. Its time to step up to the plate and do something different. Ok, Im gonna go find myself a job. No 9-5 kinda jobs, and hopefully itll be a photo job. Time to draw on my connections.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Friday, September 17, 2004
This is for Nick
This is another Sequoia pic. This is the campsite in which the cool kids were camping.
Heres a link to a high res version of the tent pic.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/bringerofthedead/HighQTent.jpg
Heres a link to a high res version of the tent pic.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/bringerofthedead/HighQTent.jpg
Return to Sequoia
Well, here is another photo from sequoia. This one took ALOT of photoshop work to get to look exactly how I wanted. Probably one of my harder projects yet.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
More Confessions
Some of the ones I enjoyed as I was reading through the grouphug thing.
Having good friends is like pissing in your pants. Everyone else can see it, but only you can feel its true warmth.
I tell my girlfriend she isn't fat, but she is.
I'd love to tell her the truth, that the fact that she is fat is a turn-on for me, and makes me want to fuck her brains out all the time.
I had sex with my boyfriend, then we went to a party, my boyfriend passed out, and I had sex with my ex-boyfriend.
Everytime i see my best friend, I want to tear off his clothes and fuck him until he pukes.
I ordered a tamagotchi digimon from Hong Kong for $20...man I'm a nerd...
I want to have a one night stand with a girl but I worry that my house isn't nice enough.
I keep talking to this girl across the country and it's only because we have lots of great phone sex. I really can't stand anything else about her.
once i used my dad's electronic toothbrush as a dildo.
I rip the labels off the matresses
i stole money from work - i'm so bad. but i feel good.. FREE MONEY :D:D
I like Ninjas more than pirates
One time when i was a little kid I took a crap in the bath tub. I didnt know what to do so I screamed really loud and ran away.
I'm 37 and I still suck my thumb.
Everybody lies, but it doesn't matter because nobody listens
My confession is that I hate long confessions. I only consider looking at ones that are 10 lines or less.
Having good friends is like pissing in your pants. Everyone else can see it, but only you can feel its true warmth.
I tell my girlfriend she isn't fat, but she is.
I'd love to tell her the truth, that the fact that she is fat is a turn-on for me, and makes me want to fuck her brains out all the time.
I had sex with my boyfriend, then we went to a party, my boyfriend passed out, and I had sex with my ex-boyfriend.
Everytime i see my best friend, I want to tear off his clothes and fuck him until he pukes.
I ordered a tamagotchi digimon from Hong Kong for $20...man I'm a nerd...
I want to have a one night stand with a girl but I worry that my house isn't nice enough.
I keep talking to this girl across the country and it's only because we have lots of great phone sex. I really can't stand anything else about her.
once i used my dad's electronic toothbrush as a dildo.
I rip the labels off the matresses
i stole money from work - i'm so bad. but i feel good.. FREE MONEY :D:D
I like Ninjas more than pirates
One time when i was a little kid I took a crap in the bath tub. I didnt know what to do so I screamed really loud and ran away.
I'm 37 and I still suck my thumb.
Everybody lies, but it doesn't matter because nobody listens
My confession is that I hate long confessions. I only consider looking at ones that are 10 lines or less.
Monday, September 13, 2004
A Random E-mail
So, someone wrote me an email asking how long the band has been together and how we all met. I decided to give the story from myview, though it may be biased. Here is the REAL ph7 history. Enjoy.
Well, Nick and I started a band a LONG time ago named
HalfStaff. We sucked. But I knew Nick since 9th grade.
Max I met in middle school. Linda I met in elementary
school. Linda and I lost touch with each other till high
school, when we started riding the bus home together in
the 10th grade. Max and I knew each other, but we
werent really freinds till the 10th grade or so. Nick and I
hit it off since we met in the 9th grade in a computer
programming class. Oh, the fun we had. But NE way,
back to HalfStaff. HalfStaff was formed sometime in our
10th grade year. Or maybe it was 11th. whatever. The
band consisted of 5 members. There was a guy named
david, jesus, nick, linda, and me. Oh god we sucked.
Linda played on buckets. Our amps were stereos, and
our singer didnt know what a note was, much less hit
one. Soon after halfstaff was made, Linda started dating
the Bassist, Jesus. Not good. Problems arose in the
band. We realized david sucked as a singer, and
everyone stopped showing up to practice. Soon,
HalfStaff was me and Nick. I sang and played guitar,
while he made fun of me and played guitar. He was
always the better guitarist, but I always had the better
ear. Well, in senior year, Nick and I decide to start a
new band. I had been in the high school jazz band the
year before, and I decided that there needed to be a
high school rock band, so I pitched it to the music
teacher and he bought it. Ph7 was originally made up of
a guitarist named david (not the same david as before),
a gutarrist named nick, a singer/guitarrist named dan
(thats me), a drummer named adrian, and a guitarrist
named max. Thats right. Max was a guitarrist. He used
to play a mean classical guitar. Now he sux. Also, ph7
started out as a cover band. But NE way, I was the
singer. Not the greatest thing in the world. So were
practicing on misc types of equipment, like a kareoke
machine for an amp, a amp for a PA, etc. Nick and I
were the only ones with real amps, but at least this time
we had drums. So we get max to only use the low notes
on his guitar, to simulate a bass untill he can buy one.
We made max the bassist, cause he wasnt used to
playing with a pic NE way. The guy david, well, he gets
kicked out of the band by the music teacher, cause were
a school band and he can do that. The reason he was
kicked is cause he kept trying to play the drums, and the
teacher hated him NE way. So its down to 4. This singing
thing aint working for me, so max brings in this little
asian girl from the madrugals class. She was the freind
of a freind named Xiao. The little girl was named
stephanie. She lightens my burden, and I no longer half
to sing. You should be grateful youve never had to hear
me sing an entire song. So steph becomes our new
singer, and we become ph7. Wait, what about linda,
right? well, shes not part of the original ph7. Adrian was
the drummer, and he was a DAMN good drummer. the
only problem is, what good is a drummer who doesnt go
to practice? So one day, he really pisses me off, and I
make an ultimadum: either he goes, or I do. Whew. The
vote is in my favor. I get to do the honors of kicking him
out. Dont get me wrong, I didnt hate him or anything. I
liked the guy, it just wasnt happening. So now, we have
no drummer. This is now right before we graduate. So
we start auditioning drummers, and its just not the same.
Adrian was DAMN good. Plus, all the people were
auditioning arent really part of our crew. Theyre not our
freinds or NE thing. So I ask laizy if she wants to try, and
she says she hasnt played drums since halfstaff, even
though those were buckets. Well, we give it a go, and
though shes not as good as adrian, shes got a couple
tricks that we really like. So we keep her. Thats the ph7
you know now. Weve been this way for about 2 years.
Adrian was with us for about 6 months, so I guess weve
been together about 2.5 years.
And there you have it folks. Please, mention if I am missing anything, or comment on its inacuracy.
Well, Nick and I started a band a LONG time ago named
HalfStaff. We sucked. But I knew Nick since 9th grade.
Max I met in middle school. Linda I met in elementary
school. Linda and I lost touch with each other till high
school, when we started riding the bus home together in
the 10th grade. Max and I knew each other, but we
werent really freinds till the 10th grade or so. Nick and I
hit it off since we met in the 9th grade in a computer
programming class. Oh, the fun we had. But NE way,
back to HalfStaff. HalfStaff was formed sometime in our
10th grade year. Or maybe it was 11th. whatever. The
band consisted of 5 members. There was a guy named
david, jesus, nick, linda, and me. Oh god we sucked.
Linda played on buckets. Our amps were stereos, and
our singer didnt know what a note was, much less hit
one. Soon after halfstaff was made, Linda started dating
the Bassist, Jesus. Not good. Problems arose in the
band. We realized david sucked as a singer, and
everyone stopped showing up to practice. Soon,
HalfStaff was me and Nick. I sang and played guitar,
while he made fun of me and played guitar. He was
always the better guitarist, but I always had the better
ear. Well, in senior year, Nick and I decide to start a
new band. I had been in the high school jazz band the
year before, and I decided that there needed to be a
high school rock band, so I pitched it to the music
teacher and he bought it. Ph7 was originally made up of
a guitarist named david (not the same david as before),
a gutarrist named nick, a singer/guitarrist named dan
(thats me), a drummer named adrian, and a guitarrist
named max. Thats right. Max was a guitarrist. He used
to play a mean classical guitar. Now he sux. Also, ph7
started out as a cover band. But NE way, I was the
singer. Not the greatest thing in the world. So were
practicing on misc types of equipment, like a kareoke
machine for an amp, a amp for a PA, etc. Nick and I
were the only ones with real amps, but at least this time
we had drums. So we get max to only use the low notes
on his guitar, to simulate a bass untill he can buy one.
We made max the bassist, cause he wasnt used to
playing with a pic NE way. The guy david, well, he gets
kicked out of the band by the music teacher, cause were
a school band and he can do that. The reason he was
kicked is cause he kept trying to play the drums, and the
teacher hated him NE way. So its down to 4. This singing
thing aint working for me, so max brings in this little
asian girl from the madrugals class. She was the freind
of a freind named Xiao. The little girl was named
stephanie. She lightens my burden, and I no longer half
to sing. You should be grateful youve never had to hear
me sing an entire song. So steph becomes our new
singer, and we become ph7. Wait, what about linda,
right? well, shes not part of the original ph7. Adrian was
the drummer, and he was a DAMN good drummer. the
only problem is, what good is a drummer who doesnt go
to practice? So one day, he really pisses me off, and I
make an ultimadum: either he goes, or I do. Whew. The
vote is in my favor. I get to do the honors of kicking him
out. Dont get me wrong, I didnt hate him or anything. I
liked the guy, it just wasnt happening. So now, we have
no drummer. This is now right before we graduate. So
we start auditioning drummers, and its just not the same.
Adrian was DAMN good. Plus, all the people were
auditioning arent really part of our crew. Theyre not our
freinds or NE thing. So I ask laizy if she wants to try, and
she says she hasnt played drums since halfstaff, even
though those were buckets. Well, we give it a go, and
though shes not as good as adrian, shes got a couple
tricks that we really like. So we keep her. Thats the ph7
you know now. Weve been this way for about 2 years.
Adrian was with us for about 6 months, so I guess weve
been together about 2.5 years.
And there you have it folks. Please, mention if I am missing anything, or comment on its inacuracy.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Fuck you
okay, this goes to you kel. Stop posting your stupid depressing bullshit on my fucking blog. My blog is not here as a source of relief for you. Get your own. If youre gonna post, at least make it fucking relevant to the post, you ass.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
A while ago....
A few weeks ago, I went to a place named Sequoia. Its very pretty. I went camping with nick. Interesting adventure. Ill talk about it later. Meanwhile, here is a photo that I took there. More will come eventually.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Saturday, August 28, 2004
Okay. Update time.
So, its time to update this mofo. We played a gig yesterday, eh, day before yesterday. It was good. Umm. yeah... Yesterday I went paint balling. It was awsome. That is my new sport. I like it. Its not as painful as I thought it could be. I dont have NE bruises. No battle scars. Awwwww.... But yeah. Labor day weekend at SC village. Join me. It will be awsomeness in a can.
Friday, August 27, 2004
Saturday, August 21, 2004
Respond/Comment
Well, I have been checking out alot of other bogs recently, and If I posted in yours, its cause I found something about you, your profile, or one of your blogs to be interesting. Please, leave me feedback and the answer to my questions, if I asked you anything, that is.
Writting at work... after intermission.
I am so fucking pissed.
On the verge of quitting, again.
I do my job, and I get shit.
I cant notice everything all the time.
My job is to make sure shit runs smoothly.
As much as they want me to notice everything, I cant.
I feel like shit when Im treated like shit.
If you have enough shit, youre bound to step in it.
Dont be surprised when your shoe smells foul, you made it after all.
Its like pulling on a horses tail.
If you do it enough, youll eventually get kicked.
So what if they fire me.
Im over caring.
I sometimes wish they would.
Things would be so much easier.
Only 3 things keep me here:
1. I love my job.
2. I love the locale, and the idea behind the business.
and 3. The green devil.
I want to scream.
I wish I could let it all out.
Why have I felt this way lately?
On the verge of quitting, again.
I do my job, and I get shit.
I cant notice everything all the time.
My job is to make sure shit runs smoothly.
As much as they want me to notice everything, I cant.
I feel like shit when Im treated like shit.
If you have enough shit, youre bound to step in it.
Dont be surprised when your shoe smells foul, you made it after all.
Its like pulling on a horses tail.
If you do it enough, youll eventually get kicked.
So what if they fire me.
Im over caring.
I sometimes wish they would.
Things would be so much easier.
Only 3 things keep me here:
1. I love my job.
2. I love the locale, and the idea behind the business.
and 3. The green devil.
I want to scream.
I wish I could let it all out.
Why have I felt this way lately?
Writting while at work
To love.
Not to settle, but truly to love.
Maybe I have missed something along the way.
I lust.
I wish I didnt, but I do.
I truly want to believe that there is something more.
I long.
I want things that are beyond my reach.
If only I had a step ladder to help me reach the unattainable.
Beauty.
Something I look for but rarely find.
It is attidutde, composure, intensity, confidence, and self appreciation.
Passion.
To truly believe in something.
To be willing to risk everything for something I believe in.
Hate.
That I know.
To hate so much you dont care anymore.
Fuck.
Not to settle, but truly to love.
Maybe I have missed something along the way.
I lust.
I wish I didnt, but I do.
I truly want to believe that there is something more.
I long.
I want things that are beyond my reach.
If only I had a step ladder to help me reach the unattainable.
Beauty.
Something I look for but rarely find.
It is attidutde, composure, intensity, confidence, and self appreciation.
Passion.
To truly believe in something.
To be willing to risk everything for something I believe in.
Hate.
That I know.
To hate so much you dont care anymore.
Fuck.
Friday, August 20, 2004
Tired II
Tired of all the daily crap. Tired of not being able to leave the monotony of daily life. Tired of not caring about what others think. Tired of caring about what others do. So much crap that I have to deal with. Sometimes, I just wanna beat the shit out of some inanimate object just to relieve some stress. To be able to leave behind the daily shit and just let out anger. Let out frustrations. I wish I could be myself, and not have to be who others want me to be. I wish I could know who I am. I wish I could just tell people to fuck off, and mean it. I wish I could tell people I like how I felt. I wish I wish I wish.
Whats the point?
Whats the point?
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Friday, August 13, 2004
I was asked to make a bio:
I am working on designing lights for a show called "What the Butler Saw" and they asked me to write a bio. This is what I came up with:
Born in 1894 (1984 for you non-dyslexic people), Dan Sandoval is probably the youngest and least noteworthy member (hehe. member.) of the Butler crew. Classically trained by the hobo down the street, Dan began his lighting career in a small tent in the woods, because he was afraid off the dark. Later on, while in a tree, he decided he was afraid of hights, and made a choice: he would become a lighting designer and climb tall ladders, because it probably pays well (he was wrong, the pay aint that great). Dan has lit over 30 shows, and has not gotten screamed at for doing a crappy job yet. A big fan of musicals and magic, Dan is currently studying something that incorporates them both: photography (it really has nothing to do with any of those, but it flows). With his keen eye (thats his right one) he intends to free the world from the evil clutches of the wolves, whom he was raised by as a child. Am I done yet?
It was rejected because it was too long (there was a 100 word limit to the thing) so I had to rewrite it. When I did, it looked like this:
Classically trained by the hobo down the street, Dan began his lighting career in a small tent in the woods, due to his fear of darkness. Later, while in a tree, he decided he feared hights, and made a choice: he would become a lighting designer and climb tall ladders, because it probably pays well (definately wrong. The pay ain't that great). Dan has lit over 30 shows, and hasn't gotten screamed at for doing a crappy job yet. A fan of musicals and magic, Dan currently studies something completely unrelated: photography. (Disclaimer: no drugs were used while writing this.)
What the hell is my problem?
Born in 1894 (1984 for you non-dyslexic people), Dan Sandoval is probably the youngest and least noteworthy member (hehe. member.) of the Butler crew. Classically trained by the hobo down the street, Dan began his lighting career in a small tent in the woods, because he was afraid off the dark. Later on, while in a tree, he decided he was afraid of hights, and made a choice: he would become a lighting designer and climb tall ladders, because it probably pays well (he was wrong, the pay aint that great). Dan has lit over 30 shows, and has not gotten screamed at for doing a crappy job yet. A big fan of musicals and magic, Dan is currently studying something that incorporates them both: photography (it really has nothing to do with any of those, but it flows). With his keen eye (thats his right one) he intends to free the world from the evil clutches of the wolves, whom he was raised by as a child. Am I done yet?
It was rejected because it was too long (there was a 100 word limit to the thing) so I had to rewrite it. When I did, it looked like this:
Classically trained by the hobo down the street, Dan began his lighting career in a small tent in the woods, due to his fear of darkness. Later, while in a tree, he decided he feared hights, and made a choice: he would become a lighting designer and climb tall ladders, because it probably pays well (definately wrong. The pay ain't that great). Dan has lit over 30 shows, and hasn't gotten screamed at for doing a crappy job yet. A fan of musicals and magic, Dan currently studies something completely unrelated: photography. (Disclaimer: no drugs were used while writing this.)
What the hell is my problem?
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