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[Nov. 1st, 2006|08:45 pm] |
I've painted all these. Some of them aren't finished but I've just stopped working on them.
Girl in the Street at Night
Girl on the Beach at Night
Girl on the River
Storm
Anchorage
Rabbit
Red Bicycle on the Beach
Red Girl
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[Nov. 12th, 2005|03:16 am] |
I haven't written in this forever. There isn't much time to sit and write about what I'm doing lately (there isn't really time now but nobody who needs me can find me for the moment). I'm on Myspace now [ http://www.myspace.com/nicelyworded ]. Everybody is on Myspace now. There aren't people causing a lot of trouble on Myspace, or telling me things I already know, or spiteful people who can just hurl insults from behind a wall of annonymity. And if they ever arise I can just delete them, simple as that. For those reason I like Myspace better.
But I have written in this for coming up on two years now so I might as well just continue with it.
I am at sea presently on the USS Lassen. Have been since September the 26th. We made a breif visit to our home port where I slept in a real bed for a few nights but our schedule had us working 17 hours a day for ten days straight so I really didn't see any difference from that and the boat. Just a bit more dry.
We'll be in Hong Kong in just over a week. I'm looking forward to that. I've been there before so now I can navigate the town better, know what to avoid and what to look for that I missed last time. You want anything? Let me know.
I'm sailing around in the Orient, seeing all kinds of cool stuff. Still, would have been nice if I had been able to do that other thing. You know.
The last movie I saw in the theater was Mr. and Mrs. Smith, I have been listening to the new Fiona Apple cd and I am reading the Adventures and Memiors of Sherlock Holmes. That should about bring us up to speed. |
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[Sep. 9th, 2005|08:27 am] |
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Its been a bad week but its over. I found out this week that the Navy needs me to go to sea more than they need me to get married. I explained that if I did not get married in November that I would not be able to fall into the required one year window of time left in Japan for me to bring Emilie back with me, to which they said, "We don't care." I explained to them that the only reason I signed the papers agreeing to stay in Japan for another year was so that I could get married and bring Emilie back over here, to which they said "Sucks to be you." So we have decided that all we can do is grin and bare it and wait until later to get married. It's something that shouldn't have had to happen. The military seems like the only place I've ever known where you have to get 'permission' to get married.
But, its Friday, its a comfortable, grey day. Neil Young is playing on my radio. I don't have to work this weekend and I have money in the bank. I'm not in Iraq and I'm not in New Orleans. I can do anything I like for the next two days and there is a great girl who loves me just 13 digits down the telephone line. Things are not as bad as they could be. |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2005|08:14 pm] |
We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.
Bush is an idiot. I hate using my Livejournal as a vehicle for my politics but I can't keep this inside. Just watching him, the way he talks, the way he carries himself, his demeanor in general is that of a retard. Why are people crying on the news with Shepard Smith because the conditions are so deplorable and that nothing is being done to help them, and he decides to go to San Diego to smile and shake hands and commemorate the end of World War 2? Our president has much bigger fish to fry than all of that. Why is it that when the tsumani hit all these little slants in Thailand he had half the fleet blazing across the Pacific/Indian oceans to help them in no time and when a major city in his own country is in its most desperate hour, there are still people stranded on their roof tops five days later? Is he really surprised when people start shooting at helicopters that are ignoring them? I mean I'm not saying its right, I am sure there are lots of people who need to be rescued but I imagine that a person sitting on a roof in the sun for five days without food or water, not able to get help on their own, not knowing the status of their family members, would do anything they could to get the attention of rescue personel. If it were me, and I had no way to get supplies for my family, and the lock on the door at Walgreens was busted, I would have no ethical debate on whether or not it was right to step through the broken glass door and grab some gear. There isn't going to be 'business as usual' in New Orleans for a long time and the grocery store isn't going to go broke because I grabbed some essentials.
However, I dejectedly admit that it is easy to sit back in my relatively comfortable room, eatting my Hershey bars, controling my air conditioning with a switch on the wall and saying "That sucks". I have contacted my friends from the area (in one way or another), offered all the help I could (which is at best not a drop in the bucket) and said good night and good luck before hanging up the phone. I wish there was more I could do, but I'm sure a lot of people are doing like I am; watching the news, playing their X-Boxes, and thinking about how bad it is. It's easy to assign blame when you have no control over how to fix things. It's easy to call someone an idiot when you don't know what his agenda is (even when he really is an idiot). I'll just continue along with my merry routine: call Emilie tonight and go surfing in the morning and watch the news to see how bad things are when I get a chance.
The LJ user with the screennmae cdumas1, of Baton Rouge, has a link on her blog where you can find out about maybe helping out. I'm sure she knows some other places too and has heard more than I have about what specifically folks in the delta need. Just a thought. |
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[Sep. 1st, 2005|03:02 pm] |
Watching newsreel hurricane footage from this side of the world always makes me homesick. Hearing things about 'traffic on I-10' and all the places on the road between New Orleans and Fort Walton amkes me miss being there, despite the current conditions. I hated to hear about Slidell, it was a great place to stop for breakfast on the way home from Louisiana.
The marriage plans are coming along fine. We haven't decided where to hold the ceremony yet but it will be a few more weeks until invitations go out and thats really the only thing holding us up. I'm still incredibly stoked about this. I talk to Emilie at least once a day. It feels like November is years away. I can't wait to bring her back over here.
Making great strides in Tomb Raider. So thats really all thats happening. |
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[Aug. 27th, 2005|12:03 am] |
Land of the Dead. Truly a disappointing zombie movie.
There are certain things that a director has to keep in mind when making a zombie movie and you would think that George Romero, being that he is pretty much one of the cornerstones from these kinds of movies, would try and make this last movie in the "-of the Dead" series a decent one.
He didn't though. Everything was all wrong. Nobody had silencers on their guns, in fact it seemed like everyone tried to find the loudest, most cumbersome weapon they could get ahold of. Not ideal for fighting the undead. You want small, effecient, quiet. A .9mm with a supressor and a machete is all you need for personal survival, should the dead rise.
Moreover, loose clothing and long hair just give the zombies something to grab hold of when you are running away from them. Tight clothes and short hair, folks. Nobody is going to care about fashion in times like that.
Another hugely glaring error was the communication between the zombies. Now I can see why they would walk in packs, a zombie still has that aspect of human nature. If one zombie finds food then another can eat off of the same body. They don't have the brain capacity for strategy though. They can't figure out how guns work, they can't recognize certain people, and if they do happen to blow up a car it is by accident, not an act of vengence.
They can't talk to one another either. The only reason they make noise is because their reanimated brains are making muscle contractions, causing air to be pulled into and pushed out of their lungs. Hence the commonly hard moaning noise zombies make. Thy aren't in agony because they don't have emotions and they don't feel pain. Its just stray air being pushed across their vocal chords.
I know that Resident Evil and 28 Days Later have some of these same continuity problems but remember, those zombies are products of a pharmacutical nature, not a supernatural one. There's no telling whats going on with them, except to say you kill them the same way you kill a standard zombie, massive blunt trauma to the head, or sever the vertebrea at the base of the skull.
I do like that Asia Arento though. She's like a prettier Michelle Rodriguez, just without all the mannish features. |
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| The Story |
[Aug. 19th, 2005|09:15 pm] |
A few years ago, when I was very young in the Navy and stationed at Pensacola for training on how to be an electrician, one of my superiors addressed my command and told us that we would be having a pretty big uniform inspection at the end of the week. None of my uniforms were clean and I knew a lot of people would want to get to the cleaners as well (nearly 250 people were being inspected). The cleaners on base didn't have the best reputation for cleaning white uniforms properly, they seldom got the creases right and sometimes they came back mangled a little. For those reasons I decided to go out in town to get my summer whites laundered professionaly.
As you leave the main gate and cross the bridge there is a cleaner that most of the pilots use but I knew a lot of people knew about it and they would probably be very busy that week with the big inspection. I wanted the place I got my uniforms cleaned to be able to show some attention to them. I drove past the cleaners by the bridge and turned right off of Navy Blvd. onto Warrington, through downtown, up Palafox and onto Cervantes. I didn't know of any dry cleaners on the east side of town and I was keeping my eyes peeled for anything that looked remotely like a laundry mat. As I came closer to the place where Cervantes turns into Scenic Highway I saw a small little place full of driers next to a barbaque resturant. On the glass in the front window was painted "EPH Dry Cleaning". I decided this would work. I took my one pair of dress whites in and walked to the counter where a pretty girl took them and handed me a ticket.
This girl was so pretty. She spoke well and carried herself in a way that didn't give any clue to her age. She had nice hair and a nice smile.
"Any starch?"
"No thank you."
"Okay. They will be ready Wednesday."
Wednesday seemed so far away. More important than my uniforms, I could not wait to get back and see the girl again. When I got out of class Wednesday I was half way through the parking lot on my way to EPH when I realized that if I brought her another uniform, I would presumably be able to see her again at the end of the week, when those clothes were clean. I began taking each piece of uniform attire I had into her one piece at the time over the course of a couple weeks. Each time I would blaze things about her into my mind. The way she dressed, what book she had laying on the counter, what music she listened to as she sat in the laundry mat for hours on end, even the smell of laundry soap and girl sweat that permeated through the air conditionedless business.
Finally, I ran out of uniforms and I decided it was time to do something about perhaps seeing her, once all my clothes were clean. When I pulled up to the laundry mat she was sitting outside reading a book and smoking a cigarette. There was an empty chair on the sidewalk next to her and I decided that was a pretty good sign. I sat next to her, much to her surprise, and stammered my way through an introduction, admitting to her how pretty I thought she was and how much I would enjoy getting to know her.
Something I said must have been right because she took me inside and scribbled her name and phone number on the back of a blank laundry ticket.
"Oh, my name is Fox by the way." (I was in the military, everybody called me Fox)
"My name is Emilie." she said.
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| It Starts |
[Aug. 11th, 2005|06:20 pm] |
I have once again been called out in somebody's livejournal. It is validating to know that people think enough of me to take time out of their day to mention me among these pages. If you'd like to read it for yourself you can go to www.livejournal.com/users/wyron_serper . I believe it is the most recent post but it's the kind of the thing that you'll know it when you read it. It is dated on Aug 10 at any rate.
This isn't how I intended for things to turn out. I realize that the writer of the post has a right to be angry. When I asked her to marry me I did not intend on ruining all of or friends lives. She and I are happy with our desicion though and I would hope that our friends would be, if nothing else, understanding (God forbid happy) that we've come to this point.
I'm happy about it. |
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[Aug. 8th, 2005|11:37 am] |
My Aunt has died. Aunt Becky, my Mother's younger sister, the youngest of the three Forsman children of which my Mother is in the middle. It is very unexpected as she wasn't very old. It's rough and it has demanded all of my attention all day. She's the first of my secondary family to die and knowing that I will never see her again is so surreal. I don't have many memories of her, being close to her family wasn't her first concern but I never thought bad of her for it. I always liked seeing her when she was around. Whenever I knew Aunt Becky was coming by I tried to make time to sit and talk with her.
Aunt Becky wasn't incredibly healthy, she made some bad choices but nothing she ever did was something I felt was something for which she should be condemed. In the book 'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn' there is a page where Francie and her father are walking through a seedy part of town and her father is come by some unsavory women that Francie is confused about. She asks him if they are bad women to which he replies, "No, they have just seen better days. Just alittle unfortunate is all". That kind of understanding is how I tried to see my Aunt. She wasn't bad, she just acted different from the way my family acted. It didn't mean I should think that what she did was wrong. Indirectly, my Aunt taughtme things that have helped me deal with people my whole life. I loved her for that and now she is gone. Her lessons are over. I'll miss my Aunt, but I've based my entire relationship with her my whole life on missing her.
Thats it. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2005|08:35 pm] |
Rough weekend. We had a big American/Japanese public relations festival on base this week and it was either work at a booth there or go into the squadron three hours early to work on the helicopter. I went to the festival obviously so I could get some sleep but two hours was all I could take in such a crowded feild full of Japanese people who were just looking at airplanes and getting to see what we have on base. So I left early and went back to my room.
My friends are all back now. Joey just got back from Autralia and has been telling me about all the great ports he visited down there. Tom just got back from vacation in Boston and told me all about his reunion with the gir1friend and the series he saw at Fenway Park against the Yankees. Some other friends had some stuff lined up to do this weekend but it was all stuff I've done already and since I need to save for this Portland trip I just stayed in bed and played video games. I had duty section anyway.
I didn't sleep last night but I did hang out with some people on the fire escape until the sun came up. I really had planned on going to bed before I had to be at the squadron this morning but it didn't work out that way. I checked in for duty section but we didn't do anything so I went back to the room to sleep, only to be woken up four hours later by a call saying I had to drive a guy to the airport in Tokyo. I didn't have much choice and I felt like I was physically able to do it, if not entirely thrilled about having to. Luckily, the base messed up his itinerary and he'll be flying out tomorrow and I won't have to drive him.
Still couldn't sleep when I got back to the room so I played around on Photoshop. It gave me a chance to dwell on all the things I really need to start doing to get back into the frame of mind of 'old Colby'. The me before everything got boring.
I need to start painting more (because that works).
I need to to devote more time to trying to learn French and Gaelic.
I need to spend more time learning how to play Joey's guitar.
I need to write more.
I need to find some groups like the Beastie Boys, just not as mainstream. A more underground group but with similar sounds.
I need to get the wheels turning on learning to scuba dive.
I need to watch all three extended versions of LOTR in one sitting.
Lift more weights, surf more, run more, devote some time to the rock climbing wall.
...I gotta get back, I gotta get back, and I don't even know how I got off the track... |
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[Jul. 18th, 2005|04:04 pm] |
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Today I got an invitation to Piper's wedding next month. Low and behold it did not kill me, like I was so sure it would five years ago. |
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| Pending Agenda |
[Jul. 15th, 2005|12:41 pm] |
Portland, Oregon at the beginning of next month. Should be a lot of fun. Spending a week with some friends. We're going to climb Mount Hood and tour the city. I am told the public library there is one of the finest in America so I'm looking forward to that. I'm not sure what else is in Portland. Burnside skate park has been highly recommeded by some of the people I have spoken with but I am not much of a skateboarder.
A veritable three day weekend here. We had a fitness test this morning but after that they gave us the day off. Lots of up in the air plans for tonight. May go fishing, may check out a new bar/coffee house I heard of in Tokyo that is supposed to be pretty hip. I also want to get out and climb this new rock wall. I need to find somebody dedicated enough to drop everything on a whim and go out there with me when I make my mind up that I want to do it. Also, one of my aircrew friends was flying over the bay the other day and saw a 'real rock' climbing place at the cliffs along the coast. I sat down over some road maps but couldn't find an exit off the freeway that would lead to it. Bears further investigation. I get paid today so the possibilities for what the weekend holds are limitless.
Have you ever been in one of those frames of mind that prevent you from finishing a book? I have been reading about three different books off and on and they are all great, captivating books but I can't get myself to finish any of them. Either something will come up or I want to sit and watch Sealab more than I want to read one night.
Maybe I'll try painting something this weekend. |
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| An Open Letter to Charlize Theron |
[Jul. 10th, 2005|09:01 pm] |
Dear Miss Theron,
We need to talk. You're starting to bother me, and normally I would just let it slide but I'm afraid some of the things you have done in recent years are just too much. You are an Academy award winning Hollywood actress, you should have too much going on to spend your day running around doing to things to upset me.
When you first started making your presence known you were alright. Like that new girl at school who is just pretty enough to get noticed, yet radiates a vibe announcing "FLAKE". I could tolerate you in Devil's Advocate because you shared the screen with Al Pacino and I thought if you were good enough for him you were good enough for me. I've noticed Mr. pacino has had nothing to dow ith you since then. GQ did a spread on you that made me think maybe you were worthwhile and you made that nice Bagger Vance movie (by the way, never say "Savanah, Georgia" in that fake southern accent of yours again. It gives me the creeps.) but I still wasn't thoroughly impressed. The fact that you came from South Africa to be a dancer was nice but you can't say that your dancing dreams were ruined becuase of a bad ankle, and then turn around to do action movies. People don't like being lied to from women who can't hack it as a performance artist. You made us aware of yourself but you didn't really do anything bothersome so I let you stand there. Just so long as you didn't get in the way of Milla Jovovich (who is better than you on so many levels).
Then you did that movie 'Monster', where you played a serial killer, redneck, prostitute. As if that wasn't bad enough, you won an Oscar for it. How does it make you feel that the Academy of American Film thinks you were born to play a deranged death-row inmate? You accepted that award knowing full well Nicole Kidman deserved it for 'Cold Mountain', and in doing so you undid everything good you did for yourself in "The Italian Job".
Now you have given me cause for public outrage. What makes you think you are capable of doing justice to the role of Aeon Flux? Do you really think we want Aeon being portrayed by Aileen from Monster, or Candy Kendall from Cider House Rules, or Laura Kennsington from Curse of the Jade Scorpion? In a word, 'no'. Go sit down and let Milla play. You can't even do your own stunts anymore, you brittle succubus! You are hearby banned from comic book movies.
Please take these words to heart. They are sincere, and I felt you needed to hear them. Go do a few independant flicks that will only be seen in Canada or Norway and leave us alone until you've realized you aren't being paid to be a serious actress, just to be a semi-clad supporting actress running around paniced as Milla Jovovich or Angelina Jolie shoot at the aliens.
Sincerely,
Colby B. Fox
ps: If I even think you are going near any role in a Danger Girl movie you're going to lose a thumb. We clear? |
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| Finally! A good Batman movie. |
[Jul. 3rd, 2005|08:12 pm] |
It's kind of like when you lose your dog, and you put an ad in the paper offering a reward.
Somebody brings you a dog, and it looks and acts like your dog (kind of). Something isn't right though. The villian having fallen in toxic waste and coming out a deranged boss of syndicated crime doesn't sit right with you.Then somebody else brings you a dog, and its pretty much the same dog but looks a little different and has a better batmobile but still this one just isn't right either. A third person brings you a dog and this one doesn't even look like yours. Plus the villians are stupid and have terrible one-liner catch phrases. The fourth person brings you a cat, running through a neon city with a batsuit that has nipples, an entourage of ridiulous side kicks and an unconvincing Alfred.
Finally somebody shows up with your dog, and his convincing villians, logical (and accurate) storylines, great casting, and above everything else: Katie Holmes.
Welcome back boy. We missed you. |
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| Alors Merde! |
[Jul. 2nd, 2005|10:15 pm] |
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I just watched the Jessica Simpson 'Boots' video and it wasn't until the very end of it that I realized my jaw was on the floor and I hadn't responded to anyones IMs. I'm not much for mainstream celebrities but her on the cover of GQ this month is about as beautiful as I have ever seen a woman. |
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| The Airport |
[Jun. 30th, 2005|02:02 pm] |
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Today the Navy has asked me if I wouldn't mind coming to the airport here in Tokyo to pick up a guy who will be checking into our squadron. He's an Airman who is fresh out of basic training and this will be his new home for the next two to three years and I will be his first impression of the military overseas. What of that?
I took the base shuttle bus which got me here entirely too early and I have nothing to do until he gets here but stroll the terminal and post this messege in the interent cafe next to a sushi bar. I actually like being in international airports. You get a great feel for the mindset of the people around you. They are all either excited to be going on some kind of trip or another, or they are getting used to the idea of business as usual upon returning. It is all very fascinating. Couples either saying good bye or being reunited. There is an English family nearby where the mother and young daughter are playing 'paper, rock, scissors' to pass the time. The daughter seems pretty skeptical that paper does, in fact, beat rock. I agree, you can throw a rock through paper, or at the very least do more damage to it that the paper could to the rock.
I am positively brooding at reading the departure signs. Just knowing that with the swipe of the credit card I could be in Sydney by nightfall, San Fransisco by midnight, or Paris by tomorow afternoon makes me want to abandon my life here and just go. Of course then my Airman would be stranded in a country he knows nothing of, and the Navy would flex their long arm to retreive their new petty officer. The legal issues alone would keep me here for another three years which makes the means not at all worth the ends. Still, its the kind of thing you read about in good books.
Continually checking the arrivals sign, I am making sure American Airlines flight 165 from Los Angeles is still on time and my charge doesn't keep me here until all hours of the night. I don't think I could take another cup of this Starbucks coffee, which tastes (appropriately)like it was made in an airport.
I have a few more chapters in the book I am reading which should hold me through the next two hours until our man arrives.
Paris by tomorow afternoon. Yeesh I need to get out of here. |
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[Jun. 27th, 2005|12:17 pm] |
I've been thinking about this.
In the Navy you get paid twice a month, on the 1st and the 15th. Every month you also get 2.5 days of leave. I could set aside $250 a pay period (comfortably) and a the end of four months I'd have $2000 and ten days of leave saved up. Those make goods numbers for international travel. I could exploit a different world city (for a short period of time) every four months. Most of the money would be in the getting there, and then the accomodations but I'm sure as long as I didn't try to live like a drunken celebrity I'd be fine.
Worth looking into. |
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[Jun. 26th, 2005|07:35 pm] |
On the soundtrack for the new Bewitched movie Kristen Chenoweth sings "Witchy Woman". This is one of those things in life that I simply must have. I haven't heard it, I have no idea how it was put together, I just know that it is something I have to have. If a doctor told me right now that I needed a new kidney or I would die I would say, "Fine, but first find me that Bewitched soundtrack. Stat!"
It is that important.
I'm serious. If Sheryl Crow invited me to sing a karyoke version of Jimmy Buffet's 'Let's Get Drunk' with her on stage at the Grammy's this year I'd say, "Fine my love, but first..." |
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[Jun. 21st, 2005|07:16 pm] |
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Ok, if you have deviantart I put a few more pictures in my account for you to look at. They are old though. I haven't kept up with the account much but Sam from Myspace reminded me that I had a set up there so I'm trying to use it more. My username is colbybfox and my pictures are under the tabs that say "Deviations" or Scraps". Have a look. |
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