Random posts from a random guy in a random suburb of Philly. Random.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
It’s been two years since shooting and finally The Best and The Brightest is out in theaters. Cheers to everyone involved!
It was absolutely one of the most fun movies I ever worked on.
Go see it!
NPH! OMG!
This is pretty neat.
ok, end of the Jim Henson tributes for the day…….maybe
oh, yeah, buy Moon Girl in your comic shoppe
..and call your mother, she misses you…
Love it.
I know the guy who drew this. We’re buds.
Getting a good nickname.
A lot of people are automatically assigned nicknames. Like if your name is Francis, good chance you’re gonna be “Frank.” Pretty simple.
Sometimes nicknames take on such a tangled evolution however, you’re not even sure how and why you got one.
For instance one or two of my coworkers have been calling be “Bonesy” or just “Bones” for two years now. It’s so ingrained in my brain I even respond to it on conference calls. So when an out of town auditor asked me this morning why they call me “Bones” I literally had to think for a good minute…
For most of my life I’ve just been Jonesy. My niece calls me Uncle Jonesy, my friends space out when they have to think of my first name (in fact only my wife and mother really call me ‘Chris’), it’s just who I am.
At work, the name begin to change largely because “Jonesy” is hard to pick out because of the J sound. So over the years it was “Chris Jones, you out there, Jonesy?”
Since the hard B is easier to make out on the radio it changed to “you out there, Chris Bones?”
Then, when that was too long it changed to “hey, Jonesy Bonesy?l”
Then when we got a new simulator it became “hey Bonesy Magee!”
Well I was stuck with it after that and I’ve been “Bonesy” at work for going on two years. Weird.
So it turns out I’m a wanted felon… Sort of.
“Mr Jones? Mr Christopher Jones? Sorry sir, can you follow me please?”
Coming from an armed customs agent, that shit is scary. Turns out there’s another ‘Chris Jones’ out there (shocker) with the same birthday as mine. And this Chris Jones has an outstanding federal arrest warrant.
Didn’t catch what the warrant was for, but I was asked to spill about my recent marriage, traffic tickets, who I work for and can I name names. On the whole, wasn’t such a bad experience, but as a first time visitor to a foreign country it’s going to make me think twice about vacation destinations.
About the only explanation I got was, “Ouch, sorry, that’s a very unfortunate name.” You’re not just whistling fucking Dixie pal.
My life in phones (age 27 - 27 and 4 months).
Everyone told me to to get a blackberry. And they were right for about 3 months. Constantly plagued by random reboots, web pages would not render on principle, and twitter? Forget about it.
My life in phones (age 25-27).
I picked this phone because the guy at the store said it could take a beating and had something called a ‘full physical keyboard.’
This phone got chucked against pavement in anger (work), got dropped off of a ton of bar tops (fun) and basically did everything I needed. I would still have this phone if I hadn’t eventually wanted stuff like good web browsing on a phone. Man this phone took a lot of abuse, like Nokia levels.
My life in phones (age 24 1/2 - 25).
I’m notoriously rough on phones, so I’m not sure why I thought this phone would do better than the razr. It was cool to flip and text, but its penchant to frequently drop out of belt holsters on to moving conveyors often left me at the bottom of a recycle chute hoping it didn’t get chewed up by a motor.
My life in phones (age 24-24 1/2).
I made the mistake of getting this phone and then a job at UPS. This phone was beat to shit, and replaced TWICE under warranty. It was flashy, ultimately flimsy.
My life in phones (age 21-24)
Camera phones were the rage, and by the stars above I wanted to rage with them. This old broad was the phone I used in my first major days of drinking, texting, and collegiate life. She was the fasted hunk of junk in the galaxy.
