That little rapscalion

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I promise you one thing- I will survive, and be the better for this!

[Mar. 5th, 2008|12:41 pm]

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It's been quite some time since I actually sat down and updated my journals. I realize that for alot of you that's the only way that you realize that I'm still alive. Boy oh boy am I ever. I left Fresno in the dust last year after another thrilling season of Hobb's Grove. I love that haunt, and will surely miss alot of the people there. But I have to move on. I got to meet some great friends Jenn Sharlow- the entrepreneurial haunt diva herself, and Jaden Snow- who to be fair I met previously at the Chamber of Chills, or whatever it is calling itself now. This season I actually got to be dear friends with her. I feel sad leaving Hobb's Behind but I will always cherish the friends I made there. I will hold the memories I have from my years there, and the experiences close to my heart. But that's all it seems right now. Fresno seems so far behind me. It seems like the memories that I made there are fading..

...and they're fading fast.

Today during work I was wiping down a table and singing to myself.

"How funky is your chicken" "How loose is your goose"...

as we are all aware my goose is totally loose, but that's besides the point. I actually flashed back to Months ago, when I cheered up my chum Tawny by hollering that back to her as she cooked on the third grill at In-n-Out while I worked back window.

"here's your change ma'am, and yes, my goose Is in fact totally loose".

Then while I was mopping the back room- I thought of Good Company Players, and Anything Goes to be precise. I am completely jealous that theyre doing the Producers. Not that I'd get a part in that show, but the fact that I COULD have been in it, when now all I do is scoop ice cream- kinda me feel a teense bit sad about the current state of things...

I had a life in Fresno-sure I was slaving away over a hot fryer trying to make my level four fry raise. But Dammit- I had it set. I could spend my nights off eating cheap Mexican at any of the convenient Albertito's drive through locations-open twenty four hours. I could be completely embarrassed and fearing for my safety- AND LOVING it, while going to dive bars with Caleb as he was all gothed out getting his ass grabbed by meth addicts missing a few teeth. I'd have been able to see Lita during the holidays when she came back to town. I'd be able to have movie nights with Andrew still. I'd be able to ride next to him on the buss, and sleep on his couch while his cats batted at my feet.

I miss Fresno- but let me backtrack a bit...telling you all the sad state of affairs that ended with me in Sonoma.

Things were slowly becoming entropic between my father and myself. His drug habits were becoming out of control.Daily he'd snort cocaine- and LARGE amounts of it too. I wouldn't doubt that on many of the months when we'd be "Short for the rent" and fearing that we'd be on the street. He infact had probably spent the money on drugs. Shortly after getting ready to work at Hobb's Grove dad sprung that he was going to move in with "Laurie" a woman he hardly knew for a month. I knew at the time that Dad was still dating Terry and knew that his philandering ways would lead to his undoing. So I decided to NOT move in with her and her methanphetamine addiction, or her awful children...So I was forced to move back in with my mother after Hobb's Grove. I will never forgive my father for the stupid acts he did that summer and fall, the acts that put me very close to being put in jail, and being made homeless.

However I am a survivor. I buckled up and moved in with my mom and her husband- yes I was going to have to answer to them for months, and put up with alot of emotional hardships. But I was to be living with my sisters. Two little girls who think the world of me and follow every word I say, and we all know how I love people following every word I say. Sure I had to be badgered at every turn about getting a job and finding my own place. After sending out thirty job applications and getting only three calls back- I eventually did find a job. I work fulltime now at Baskin and Robbins here in Sonoma. I really do love my job. Everyone at work are like an extended family to me. Plus I get to make children happy, sure they're happy and possible future sufferers of type two diabetes and severe obesity, but they're happy little buggers. Putting a smile on peoples faces and helping people is something I live for. So I am happy with my job. Sure I bitch about it alot, but I am really happy there.

Also, I have my own place here in Sonoma now. That's right I'm living for myself now, not leaching off of my mum..I remember back in Fresno how hard it was for me to get an apartment. Well now in just one full swoop I got an apartment. Boy is it a beautiful one at that. From each window I can see the mountains and the tops of buildings. On Overcast days when other houses around us were using their fireplaces the smoke billowing above the roof-line was much akin to a scene from Mary Poppins. My room-mate is alot like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. Sure she isn't a welder by day stripper by night ballerina by later at night, but she is funky and looks alot like her.

So I suppose life is good here in Sonoma for me. I mean I don't have to deal with the threat of eviction at every turn, or getting arrested for aiding and abedding a dope fiend. But I am a little bit on the depressed side. My social life is on life support. I have very few friends here in Sonoma that I see often. I don't get out much because I have nowhere to go, so my days off are usually spent doing chores or visiting my family. As most of you are aware I am a social person, so this really is upsetting to me.

But as I said before in this entry. I am a survivor..I will overcome this lack of a social life, and I will become the better for it. What does not kill me will only make me stronger. Loneliness is something I've dealt with in depth before. I may have little creative outputs here in Sonoma, but that just means I need to FIND a creative output. It's simple really.

So here I am, living life one day at a time, and thanking my lucky stars that I am here, and not languishing in the central valley. Although I miss Fresno I need to move on. I'm here now, and there is no looking back for me.

I hope 2008 will be ten times better than 2007 was- because after all 2007 sucked alot.

-Mitch

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Let us play a game you and I...and not Doctor...perverts!	[Feb. 21st, 2008\|11:13 pm]
The Rules 1. Leave me a casual comment of no particular significance, like a lyric to your current favorite song, or your favorite kind of sandwich, maybe your favorite game. Any remark, meaningless or not. 2. I will respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better. 3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions. 4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in your own post. 5. When others respond with a desultory comment, you will ask them five questions.
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Gettin' Horny and Damn Frustrated

[Jul. 11th, 2007|07:59 pm]

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List 12 characters from different fandoms first. (No cheating!)
Then answer the questions under the cut

1. The Doctor's Tenth Regeneration (Doctor Who)
2. Ron Weasley (The Harry Potter Series)
3. Dr. Frank-n-Furter(Rocky Horror)
4. Glinda the Good Witch of the North (the Wizard of Oz, and Wicked)
5. Barnabas Collins (Dark Shadows)
6. Lestat deLioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles)
7. Vislor Turlough (Doctor Who)
8. Angelique (Dark Shadows)
9. Anya Jenkins (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
10. Peter Parker a.k.a. Spider-man (Marvel Comics, duh)
11. Wonder Woman (D.C. Comics)
12. Bigby Wolf (Fables)

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Sunrise...Sunset!

[May. 31st, 2007|07:04 pm]

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So the time has come to once again update my beloved, yet neglected weblog. Since the last update I have turned 21. Not much to say about my party, besides the fact that I was truly around people I really cared for. People who really care for me. My best friends, my faveourite co-workers. People who are almost family, and who cared enough to spend a few measly hours celebrating the passage of time from childhood, to adulthood, with a one Mr. Mitch Ralston. I thank those who were at my party, you all made my day that night. My birthday started at Megan's. I spent the night before at her house. So that her and I could watch "Into the Woods" and various episodes of Fairie Tale Theatre. My birthday was also a nocturnum meeting. Megan and I were the only one's to show up, which was fine, becuase it was the day we were to make facial lifecasts. Since it was my birthday I went first. It was very relaxing, I managed to use the "Clap once for yes, two for no" form of sign language to give Lore- the owner of Hobb's Grove, advise about the best time to go to Disneyland.

I ended up sharing my birthday cake with the various people there. It was big, it was pink and purple, and it had various disney princeses festooned upon it. I cut it into smaller pieces using a machette, which was very Hobb's Grove.

After the merryness of cakes and disturbing lifecasts of my face that will someday be used to make death masks. We reconviened upon Megan's where we got ready for the sushi-fest. As the party drew nearer, I was almost afraid only Megan and I would be the party attendee's. But first came Kim Burns, and her sister. Then Kellie, and her boyfriend, Lauren arm in arm with Bethany, Sebastian, Elena, Ashli Moore, most everyone I loved was there. Even Amanda Pendergrass...and Laura Fay, Whom I havent seen in ages. It was like a who's-who of My friends all got up and bareing presents..presents for me. The night ended with me very drunk with Kim Burns at In-n-out after a night of drinking and sushi...and almost eating a square of wasabi thinking it was cake...damn assholes at I heart sushi making a square of wasabi that looks like cake.

Suffice to say, that was the first night I was really shitfaced drunk..and I ended up shitfaced drunk at my place of employment..I loved it.. and in the time since then I have become a complete and utter Lush. Well not really. But when I get drunk, I get drunk Mitch Ralston style. Which means I do it in a completely fabulous way. I become in general all the more charming. My tounge is loose which means my witty nature is at full speed ahead...or I am even more of an ass.

Which reminds me of the other day, when my friend Jacob and I went and saw the final dress rehearsal of Fiddler on the Roof at Roger Rockas. Fiddler on the Roof for those of you unawares is about three and a half hours long. Jacob and I were inching close to being prepared for a campout at the music hall. Hell, I bet we would have were it socially acceptable, started a small fire and made smores at table thirteen. Of course us being theatre folk we knew we had to have propper theatre ettiquette. So me, not wanting to miss the Jr. Company Preshow, made Jacob forget about getting grapes at Save-mart and sneaking them in during the pre-show. We ended up drinking various fruity flavoured and multi-coloured alcoholic beverages which made the interceding hours seem to fly by. I almost laughed a mai-thai out of my nose during, the Tradition number when the women of Anatevka started to dance something very similar to the macarena. It was an ejoyable show..if you were drunk. The best part in my opinion was the dream sequence. Every show needs a dream sequence. My faveourite being the one in Little Shop, the version I did a few years back. Our Somewhere that's green erupted into a ballet, where Audrey's dream self danced with housewives illustrating a perfect place where she could be with her Seymour..did I mention the actress who played Audrey was black..whereas the dancer who played dream Audrey...was white. A perfect place where she can be with Seymour- AND SHE'S WHITE..that's a subtle subtext for you all my dear readers.

Speaking of obscene theatricals. On April the fourteenth in the year of our lord two thousand and seven I was witness to a concert with one of my all time beloved Idols.. No not Gwen Stefani, that concert came later. I saw Carol Channing in concert. Bringing Corey my big brother, and my carol channing ventriloquist dummy as my dates we were in store for a fantastic evening of Carol rambling nonsensically about her experiences in theatre. As well as singing a few choice songs from her songbook, songs which brought a tear to the eyes of my brother, myself, and my best chums Sebastian and Jacob. We are so very...very gay. I was tickled pink when Carol came out in a red outfit PERFECTLY matching the outfit that Carol Channing Ventriloquist dummy wears. At the end of the show her husband pointed out the doll to Carol. To which she replied "Oh...that's me..that's me"

After the concert was a reception with wine and cheese and crackers and various levels of frou-frou-la-la hoi palloi nonsense that appealed mostly to the expected audience..various eightysomething rich Armenians who were bordering on the edge of death. Of course we got some awesome pictures and video and memories of our conversations with Carol, including various pictures of Carol downing Fresno State wine like it was air. Eventually Carol was hearded off by her husband, and some wretched Fresno State theatre teacher who through the evening was pushing Carol here and there, when Carol just wanted wine and to talk about the Japanese. As we left My brother and I saw Carol and entourage leaving the theatre. I turned to her, smiled my best In-n-out smile, and said "Bye Mrs. Channing, have a great night" To which she turned to me looked deep into my soul with her big bright eyes and waved drunkedly "Oh Bye. Bye" Memories like this will be with me forever.

Did I mention Gwen Stefani? Oh yeah, recently my nonsexual life partnet Megan and I went to a Gwen Stefani concert. Her father won tickets on an un-named radio station. Megan and I were only moderate fans of Gwen, but we took the tickets anyways. Her father really wanted the Earth, Wind and Fire tickets, but he took the Gwen one's because, well beggars can't be choosers. Anyways, after a brisk dinner, and waiting for forever and a day to be let in. Might I add we were sent on a wild goose chase by the staff of the savemart center. Eventually we were let in, where we waited to be let to our seats. During which we made very snarky dishing comments on the outfits of various teenyboppers there. Eventually we got to our seats. Our seats being in Nose Bleed heaven, like the gods on Olympus we were, staring down on lesser beings. Akon opened for Gwen, he's to ghetto for my tastes, But I liked alot of his songs. There was a drunken woman in the upper seats who as we could tell was wearing no underware, and was riding her chair like she was having sex with the out of body spiritual residue of Akon himself.

I had enough of the booty shakin, and in due time we were blessed with the presence of Gwen, and her great escape, taking showtunes and warping them into pop standards and all. She was fun to watch, bouncing around the stage, with her japanese background dancers. Love her--mean it. She puts on a good show. It was like seeing broadway style productions. Of course she never flew into the audience and let us rub her breasts for which the genie would pop out and grant Megan and I three wishes apiece. But, that's ok, the show was good inspite of that. After the show Megan and I had trouble leaving the area, between the crappy central valley drivers and the men hawking Gwen Stefani babydoll shirts for five dollars a piece running in and out of traffic, It was a conjested nightmare. We quickly escaped and ended up at the Tower District, where at Livingstones Megan and I...got drunk. Quite the Lush I evolved into.

I have been looking in the past, to moving out on my own. Of course I know now that I need to build up credit first. Being 21 and just starting out on my own is hard. I tried time and again to get a place, only to be shot down. In the end I realized that it would be less, expensive, stressful, and hard on my nerves to just continue living with my dad. As soon as I work up credit, get my license, and some form of Health insurance, my hot ass is leaving Fresno once and for all. Let me inform all my readers to watch out with Property Management companies, one charged me a 25 dollar nonrefundable fee every time they turned around and even said they "lost" one or two. Might I add that during this jumping through the hoops I hadn't seen the interior of the apartment or anything. In the end they got me all wound up and turned me down. Kinda like dating.

In brighter news the other day Megan and I (I know my social life revolves around her)went to a pirate concert/party. I was bored after my day slinging burgers at ye olde burger barn. So I decided to call Megan to see what was up. She instantly asked me if I had twelve dollars and a pirate costume. I instantly said "DO I...DO I EVER?" I didn't really have a pirate costume. But that was easily enough remedied with a black and white striped shirt, an old costume jacket, my pirate hat from Disneyland, numerous feathers, scarves and mardi gras beads to make pirate bling. I was a sight to behold. I looked..well I looked like Mr. Smee. Which is what I passed myself off as during the Pirate costume contest. The audience loved me. However I was competeing with various Rennisance Faire rejects. I was so close...but no cigar. The band playing was "Tempest" a celtic rock band. Yes, "celtic rock". They were surprisingly good. I am not ashamed to admit that I may or may not have popped a boner over one or two members of the band. However their target audience..WAS rennisance faire rejects. White children who love to wear kilts, but have two left feet. One such child began to..well he was riverdancing, which wasn't a pleasant sight for ANYONE envolved. No offence to Tempest fans, Megan was getting down, and she's the whitest person I know. And yet there were people there who were dancing all the cliche's of bad dancing. One drunken girl started snake dancing...SNAKE DANCING WHO THE HELL SNAKE DANCES IN THE MODERN AGE.

There were the pre-requiset Belly Dancers. Megan is sick of Belly dancers, and she liked this group. My dear chum from Beauty and the Beast Paige Parker was there. She used to let me peak under her napkin skirt for good luck. She the one who dresses like wonder woman when bored, was there doing Henna tattoos. I recognized one girl from when she danced at Hobb's Grove during the monster's ball. She was all got up like Tia Dalma from the Pirates of the Carribbean movies. She was also reading fortunes. Usually fortune tellers cost you an arm and a leg. But she was willing to give fortunes for whatever you felt like giving her. She was a sweet woman, the kind I could totally let in on whats going on when reading my fortunes. She rubbed my palms to get vibes to tell my fortune. If only she knew how often I jerked my meat she probably would get different vibes. She told me that I probably wouldn't prosper in Fresno. Of course you don't need to be a psychic to tell me that. Paige and I continued throughout the night to be catty and chat about Theatre, and the terrible dancing at the concert. As Paige put it "Just how does one, get down to Celtic music". Well, we learned that it envolved moving as if having an epileptic seizure.

I asked the psychic alot of questions about future relationships. I'm lonely. I've been lonely for a while. But I've been especially lonely recently. There have been numerous nights where I would give my left testicle for someone to cuddle up with and watch a movie, just to have someone to hold and kiss. I don't necisarily want to just date for the sake of dating. I want someone, but I don't want someone who's uncapatable with me. Or someone who's emotionally distant. I have a big heart full of love, and no one to love on. It's depressing. I need to get out more, pure and simple. But where does one go to find a potential mate? Hmmm? Curiouser and Curioser.

My life couldn't get any more absurd, the other night in a fit of lonliness. I found my way to the Intellectuals chat room on gay.com. There I found an awesome guy, handsome, great smile, beautiful blue eyes. Basically someone incredibly out of my leauge. Of course me never knowing what the hell my leauge was I strung up a conversation. Which of course became a really good conversation. I was at my best non-drunk witty nature. Basically, I was the most charming Mitch I could be. I may not be the best looking fella on there. But I am the most charming. We talked and talked, about what phrase would best describe us, what books we liked, What exotic foods we loved (he enjoyed Cuban food) our faveourite movies, our respective jobs (He told me he was in Washington D.C. campaigning for gay rights against hate crimes with the Matthew Shepard foundation, my answer to that was "If your smile, witty conversation, or baby blues haven't already made me swoon, that would" his reply was to laugh). It was an awesome conversation. Then around two hours into it he laughed and said "I don't mean to sound conceited. But you don't know who I am do you?" My reply was "you're Chad, you told me that when we started chatting" His reply being "Yes, that's true, but I'm Chad Allen, you know...the actor".. I blushed, for the last three hours I was chatting with the actor who played the oldest son on Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman. My reply to that was "Dr. Quinn was too similar to Little House on the Prairie for my tastes"...he laughed. His pictures were all candid shots, like the kind any tom, dick, or harry would have on their myspaces. And his tattoos matched up to those on publicity pictures...I was chatting with a Quasi-Celebrity...and he liked me... :sigh:

And that ladies and gentlemen of my beloved reader base...is what's been going on in the Life of Mitch!

Have a great night, and unpleasant dreams.

-Mitch

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Dear Cupid

[Apr. 3rd, 2007|09:45 am]

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I think Its about time to remind you, that every time you have aimed an arrow at a potential suitor, you miss, and they end up falling for others. I know times are hard for the mythological beings, what with the bubble bursting on fairy godparents and all. But don't you think it's about time that you find me my prince charming. I don't have a talking cat who likes boots to do the matchmaking for me. I'm not currently trapped in a tower with the only way in by climbing long hair, (which is rather painful if you ask me) and I'm not an enchanted beast in an enchanted castle. No I'm just a regular guy with a big heart. And It's about time that you and your mother Aphrodite arrange for me to have a little romance in my life. I am aware that it isn't going to help me to pull a snow white/sleeping beauty and wait in slumber for some wandering prince to find me.

I'm as you are aware, intelligent, and witty, able to crack a joke at speeds swifter than Mercury.

I am caring, and loving, with a heart big enough to flow blood through the body of a giant.

I am considerate and loyal, always there for those I care for, putting them first in many situations.

I am a dreamer yes, and my imagination is vast and creative, which to some is a useless talent, but to some it's a wonderful thing

I may not be fantastically handsome. But I have been known to make a few people swoon. I have a constant smile, a constant smirk. and bright expressive eyes.

I've been told that my kiss is very intoxicating and enchanting. The kind that would end the spell of sleeping death.

So you see, I have many attributes that would go well into the love of a prince of the charming variety, its just the unfortunate circumstance of your aim that hinders my happily ever after.

So I beg you Cupid. Please take extra care in your aim next time you draw your bow back and aim for the heart of someone meant for me.. I know its not much to ask for, but it really would be nice.

Thanks,

-Mitch

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First Mitch Update of 2007!

[Mar. 2nd, 2007|10:47 pm]

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So I care not to talk about all the things that are going wrong in my life currently, becuase that is just going to make me depressed and I don't want to put my faithful readers through that, as those of you who truely know me outside of the inter-webs know. I am going through some hard times. But I am trying my hardest to not focus on the hard times. Good times come directly after bad times. SO I have a lot to look forward to.

I have taken up knitting on a knitting loom to pass time, and to calm myself down. It's almost Zenlike to weave the yarn to, and fro the loom and then using the yarn pick to make knots. I still am new at it, and so far all I can make is headbands and armbands, pretty soon I'll be able to make legwarmers and other Olivia Newton John-inspired knitting fashions. One of my goals with knitting is making my Carol Channing ventriloquist dummy a new outfit, something that will bring out the blue in her eyes, and not be as flashy as the red jumpsuit she wears now. Something she can streach into for concerts and a night on the town..lol

The other day Megan and I woke up early and went to the first sunday meeting of Nocturnum of 2007. For the uninitiated, Nocturnum is the acting troupe that has sprung from the Womb of Hobb's Grove. It's membership is composed mainly of the Creme' de'la creme of the Hobb's Grove actors. It was an unusually rainy day. So the meeting was moved from the normal meetingplace of Hobb's Grove, to the Brook's Ranch resteraunt. It was good to see some of the crew, whom I had not seen in a few months since Christmas at least. It was especially good to see Kishma and Tanamin, who last I saw were coming through the drivethrough at In-n-out and gave me a delightful Krispie Kreme valentine sent to: "The Mighty Mitch" from: "Mom and Dad". For those of you who missed out on my Christmas goodness, My co-workers at In-n-Out thought that Kishma and Tanamin were my mom and dad. So we just took the joke and ran with it. I consider them my Haunt Mom and Dad. Anywhoo, I treated Meg to breakfast and we went through with the meeting. In the process I was given the task of looking into opening Horror/Sci-fi/Fantasy movies that we could possibly promo for the local theatres in costume/Character. It was originally my idea, so I am glad that I am going into the task myself. So Far Pirates of the Carribbean in early May is an option. I personally think our crew could go fantastically as a rag-tag crew of pirates. It's also an excuse for me to dress as a saucy pirate wench. After the meeting Megan and I galivanted around Fresno, going to Target and the likes while watching fantastic videos on YouTube.

This Teusday was the store party at Sierra Lanes for us at In-n-Out store 173's completing our sales goal of selling about 80,000 some burgers in a year. I came to the event with high hopes of a night of fun. That was until we were made to pull team names and forced to bowl with the random persons who's names we had pulled. I quickly lost interest in this as it was a party and as such I chose to be with my friends. Not random persons at the store, some of whom I can hardly keep up a conversation with without me wanting to smash my face into a wall repeatedly for lack of a better choice than this conversation. Our party room was the bowling alley's children's nursery/playroom, where the neglected children of bowling alley-rats. The room was littered with half broken children's playthings, and copyright infringing paintings of Disney Characters on the walls. The floor had numerous stains where children spilt juice and took it upon themselves to releive themselves and unrinate freely on the pee stained floor. Yes, it was less than thrilling. The pizza that was served was third rate, the salad went against everything we knew at In-n-Out for Quality, where the lettuce was mostly the spines of the lettuce, the part we usually throw away. The highpoint of the evening was the Raffle where I won a three sizes too small In-n-Out Polo shirt, which I exchanged to a co-worker for an In-n-Out coffe mug, and an In-n-Out thermos. After bowling our second game of bowling my chums Tawny, and Amanda as well as Rick who found himself getting a ride with us, decided to lump this dissapointing party. Not before we got a dollar or so to use in the arcade at the bowling alley. Since half of the games were broken we decided to spend that money on scracther lotto tickets which we didn't win anything from. Oh well C'est La Vie. We drove around for a while, and ended up at Teazers in the tower district. After a delightful cup of Tea we tried to drop off Rick at home. He left his key elsewhere and his room-mate wasn't home so we sat on his porch for about a half hour as he scrambled around trying to break into his own house. This was comedy gold, until we heard a smash of a broken window and then no reply from Rick for a minute or two. He was allright, and we decided to re-conveine at our chum Amanda's house, where we went directyly to making Rice Krispie treats. Later in the night we met up at our friend Angela's house, where we ate said Rice Krispie's treats drinking Strawberry Daquiris and gossiping. And that's what we normally do on a Tuesday night.

Today was semi-uneventful for a day off. As most of my days off recently have been. At around Four thirty my father and I went to In-n-Out where I picked up my check and we ate burgers for dinner. Pater mentioned that my friend Tawny Blow has great pronunciation and diction, so kudos to her :-). Afterwards we went to Blockbuster video. Where we were set about to finding a movie or two that my dad and I could agree on. Normally he rents the most godawful boring movies, and he probably feels the same about my kitsch and camp classic movies. We ended up renting The Texas Chainsaw Masacre: The Beginning, Snakes on a Plane, The Hills Have Eyes, and Saw III. So as soon as we got home we set down for Snakes on a Plane which was quite campy in a good way. It reminded me alot of the Airplane '77 movies of Karen Black, and numerous Blaxploitation movies. Becuase of the Badassssss attitude of one Mr. Samuel L. Jackson. I fancy I will be having Snake related nightmares for weeks to come. That movie had snakes biting men on their neither regions, the less said about that and the less jokes made about a penis being a snake and saying "My anaconda don't want none 'less you've got buns hun" the better. I am still antsy over a few of the snake related jump scares from that movie. We moved on from serpents taking on aviation to an un-needed prequal to the lackluster 2003 remake of the cult classic The Texas Chainsaw Masacre I found this one to be a standard Horror romp. With numerous breast shots and various horror movie cliches of the sort. Not to say it didn't scare me. It did make me jump and throw my knitting loom at the T.V. more than once. However it wasn't as inventive as I would have hoped. It did have a great "Dinner table" scene, which was made famous in the Nineteen Seventies Texas Chainsaw Masacre but was absent in the remake. Suffice to say betwixt the snake bites, and the flesh being ripped off of people's faces and used as a mask. I don't think I'll be getting much sleep tonight.

I have been thinking alot of my goals to move out of Fresno and move down in the L.A. area. I think if I truely want it, then it'll happen, and soon. I just need to work up to getting my drivers lisence, and that's the hard part. Everytime I crack open the driving instruction California traffic laws book I get tired as all hell. It reads like a literary sleeping pill. I need to learn to drive though. That's one of the things that NEEDS to get done with before I get out of Fresno. I just feel like I am wasting away here. The least I can do in the L.A. area is work on my comedy career, my acting, meet up with my friends that either moved down there or friends that I know that are down there that are waiting for me to move down there. I want it so bad I can taste it. It'll be so much better than languishing here in Fresno. Hell if only to be closer to Disneyland and Universal Studios.

I have been thinking about my prince charming, the handsome fella I have yet to meet, the one who I will fall madly in love with. I know he's out there. But I don't know where he is. I imagine him taller than I. With beautiful eyes that I can just look deep into for hours and get butterflies in my stomach. I imagine he has a familiar sexy scent that lingers with me when he hugs me and will comfort me when he's away. I imagine his voice as he calls me just to tell me how his day was. I imagine he will have a killer sense of humor like I have. He will be able to keep me in stitches with his wry sense of humor. He's going to be an excellent kisser. Able to make me melt like butter with just one kiss. He will be talented, a gifted musician able to sing me a song while tickling the ivories and smiling a bright smile. He's definitely in love with me. He will love going to Disneyland, and infact he'll know as much useless Disneyland knowledge as I. We'll share our first kiss at the grande Finale of Fantasmic. Halloween will be his faveourite holliday as well. In fact he will look forward to the day we have a house with a lawn and a garage so we can build our own yard haunt. He will be just as active in Hobb's Grove as I. He is excited to plot our coast to coast Kitsch-strava-ganza. Driving from place to place seeing the various roadside attractions and tourist traps, including the Little House festival in Walnut Grove Minnesota. That's right he loves Little House on the Prairie too. He worries when I'm sick, and genuinely cares when I am upset. He doesn't mind holding my hand in public, but he doesn't want to make us an obnoxious couple always making out. He knows when and where to plant a kiss on my cheek, or give me a big hug. He writes me little loving emails throughout the day and comes in and gets lunch at In-n-Out on his Lunch break just to see me. He is completely able to reassure me and he finds my little quirks charming. He reminds me to test my blood sugar, and is there to help me when I change my pump. The thought of me being sick keeps him up at night with worry. He is obviously in love with me...as he is, my prince charming.

Gah, I have a great imagination sometimes.

-Mitch

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Ladies and Gentlemen...	[Feb. 1st, 2007\|11:14 pm]
I present... DALEK PORN
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Christmas Aftermath, and New Years Aftermath too boot.

[Jan. 4th, 2007|05:44 pm]

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Well in the dreaded aftermath of the Hollidays I decide to inform you all of how my Late November to Early January have been... I gave myself the deadline of getting my Holliday Aftermath entry done before January the Sixth, becuase that's the date that all the Holliday festivities in Europe and elsewhere end, such as the twelve days of Christmas, and such. I think I will get this done in time, if all goes well.

I have to start out this entry by mentioning how blessed I am to have such oppertunities to interact with people, and touch their lives and have my life touched as such by said persons. I am amazed at how popular Ebenezer Scrooge has been with the patrons at Christmas at the Grove. For those of you reading this that saw it, I applaud you, and urge you to tell your friends how good it was. Word of mouth is a powerful tool for marketing you know (that's the Scrooge inside of me talking) And for those of you who didn't come...well Bah Humbug to you. You missed out on a beatiful light display, warm fires, Christmas Carols, Christmas Stories, Santa Claus, Mrs. Claus, Sl-hay rides, S'mores, and Scrooge himself going about disrupting the christmas cheer. Which brings me to the reason I am writing this Blog Entry. You see, Scrooge has become an immensely popular character. The little boys who come to the Grove want to annoy the living hell out of Scrooge, whereas the Little Girls who come, they honestly worry for Scrooge's Well-being.

Case in point, the other day a beautiful little girl looked deep into Scrooge's eyes and pulled on his coat and asked him. "Why are you so angry? Is it because I'm ugly?" Which brought tears to my heart. But being Scrooge I couldn't show that emotion as it'd break character SO MUCH. But me being a caring human being I held her hand and said "No, You're a very beautiful girl, it's Christmas I hate" To Which the little girl sat me down and explained to me why she personally loved Christmas. "It's God's Birthday" which in a way of Judeo-Christian thinking, yes Jesus is God and man at the same time. So for that night we walked hand in hand and she told me about Christmas and why I should like Christmas. Which again both filled my cup with joy and filled my eyes with tears. For her to first react to Scrooge's grumpiness by asking if it was becuase he thought she was ugly means that someone somewhere had told her, that she was in fact ugly. To quote Marilyn Monroe "All Little Girls are pretty, even if they arent you still tell them they are." Her sad eyes tugged at my heartstrings so much.

Case number two: A little girl tried her hardest to get Scrooge in the Christmas spirit by hugging him and chasing him around pouncing hugs on him and smiling a big toothy smile at him, constantly asking him to "Be nice" and "Enjoy Christmas", as the night progressed she turned to Raggedy Anne (Whom is played by my chum Kishma) and asked why Scrooge is so grumpy. As I was told she was dead serious about this, as her eyes showed a great fear for Scrooge's well-being, She was seriously worried that he'd spend Christmas all alone, and as she put it: "Not get any presents". As her family was leaving she was saying goodbye to all the characters, Santa, Mrs. Claus, Bruno the Bear, Etcetera Etcetera, when she finally turned to Scrooge and with big sad looking eyes asked him/me "Would you please enjoy christmas...." to which she added, "For me?" I looked sternly at her and said "Well I suppose I'll try, but I can't make any promises I will succeed.." The little girl's face lit up like a lightbulb and she gave Scrooge a big hug.

Case Number Three: A small girl from South Africa was visiting her family in the Fresno area, when she saw Scrooge she didn't exactly know how to react to him, except of course by showing this crotchety older man LOTS of respect. She told me that she was born in Greece, spoke German, and lived in South Africa. Her awful awful american cousins were two twits in a twat to Scrooge and other Characters, but she was a perfect angel. I will always remember her mother explaining the story of Scrooge to her and her family, which really made me giddy to hear the story of the Christmas Carol in German, giddy as a school girl you might say. As stated before said child was a christmas Angel, while her cousins were pestering the characters she walked about appreciatively and interacted lovingly with them. When her cousins attempted to swipe candy canes from Raggedy Anne, she walked up and politely asked if she "May please have one"

So yeah, Christmas at the Grove was an immensly rewarding experience to those involved. I mean during Halloween you have to worry about so much, the patrons can get violent, they react to fear with such hostility, even though they are paying us to scare them. As well as the times we have gang members come and attempt to "Make Hobb's Grove part of (Their) turf" Which we have our security forces to thank that it never comes to that. During Christmas, you don't have that. It's night and day between the two events. Christmas is families, that are so overtaken with Christmas magic that they very hardly walk around without a smile. Our security gaurds (Who are there "just in case") have time to enjoy their nights, because there are no violent drunk customers. There are no dickwads dressed as Pimps with their "Hyphy Balloons" trying to kick my ass. No, Christmas is a special event for us who are so used to Halloween, it's a very rewarding experience. I mean during Halloween you get the thrill and the joy of scaring the crap out of someone, but that's a very selfish joy, as it's taken on the expense of others. During Christmas we pay back, by giving joy to others. So yeah, I am immensely happy that I partook in Christmas.

In fact I will always remember the night the lights went out at the Grove. Apparently a transformer or some other complicated sounding technical thing PG and E uses blew out and all the power on half of Hobb's Grove went out. Of course we didn't stop becuase of that. The show must go on, as such the Carolers began a rousing sing along, Santa Claus went from Group to group, and I went about telling a few Christmas Stories in character as Scrooge, you have never lived until you've heard Ebineezer Scrooge tell the story of the Little Match Girl (and of course Snaxx's Gal Cory will never get over laughing at the end when she freezes to death.) Then I...or rather Ebenezer Scrooge, went on to tell the story of the Gift of the Magi, both stories are sad, and show the tortured hidden loving man inside of Scrooge, but still have moments where Scrooge can come out with his Cynicism of the hollidays.. I am such a good actor I am my biggest fan. Well suffice to say the night continued and we kept on keeping on..until Chris (who plays Billybob) went to the fire pits and sadly said that we would not get the transmogrifyer, transmitter, transformer, whathaveyou, fixed before the night was over. So everyone walked to their cars. No one was sad, or upset. In fact I am sure we made lifelong Hobb's Grove fans of these families. That ladies and gentlemen is In-n-Out customer serivice, and Christmas magic all rolled into one magical cigar that is smoked by a crotchety old bastard, because as we all know only Crotchety old bastards smoke magical cigars.

I love how my Co-workers at In-n-Out thought that Kishma and Tanimin were my parents too. That's one for the books people. I mean Tan could look like he could be my father..if you were very drunk and squinting at the time. Hell I'd be lucky to have them for parents. Lol. On the last night of the run we exchanged gifts because well, when else would we? I had stuffed them a stocking with all sorts of goodies, and blinking lights, and etcetera, and they gave me the first season of the tick, and Plan Nine From Outer Space, both of which were awesome gifts and made me giggle in boyish glee while going "Ooooooh"

Christmas Eve after my shift at In-n-Out I walked home and when I got to my gate I saw a strange woman coming into my apartment. I was happily suprised to see that it was Jenny my father's ex-girlfriend, A.k.A. "the one that got away." In the interveining years since he broke her heart, Jenny has married a rich man who resembles my father in many ways. Except he's rich, and lives in New Jersey. Well she was enjoying visiting my dad and myself. She was there listening to Christmas music (I played her my mix that I made for the last night at Christmas at the Grove) while she danced with me, and helped me wrap some of my last minute presents. Its a tradtion with my father and myself to go last minute shopping together, well becuase he can't pick out presents as well as I can. Soon mother and the girls came and the girls unwrapped their presents with my father and I got ready for church. Mother was demanding that I go to some candlelight christmas eve service, and well I dare not deny her that. She likes to make apperances at church. So after the presents we were off (I failed to mention that Jenny dissapeared swiftly before my mother arrived, she is terrified of her, and with good reason, she will eat her soul)

We were off, Church came first at Six, it was a lovely service. It started out with two small girls singing a song about Christmas as Jesus's birthday and such. It made me cry because well...get a little girl onstage and make her sing and im misty eyed, bring up the idea of Christmas as a birthday for jesus and you get me thinking of the little girl mentioned before at Hobb's Grove..all that pent up emotion. I was tearing up.. Which made my mom think the service gave me a religious experience. Perhaps it did, perhaps it was the holy ghost trying to visit the Mitchbenezer Scrooge and make him repent his evil ways...but in most cases it was gas. The candles were all lit off of a central "Christ candle" which in turn we took turns lighting our candles off of. Then candles took to the flame well, of course they also took to getting wax all over us as well. I had to keep a stern eye on Molly with her Candle..a rambunctious six year old should not be given fire. They had a few of the young teenage parishoners had sang some hymns and musical selections of the christmas variety..I felt that the girls singing where being too "American Idol" for my tastes and singing divatastic style.. which as I put it "Youre singing for your Ego, not for the lord" Then when they had members of the congregation reading scripture it seemed like they picked the people in the church who had the worst reading skills ever. Now I dont mean they sounded like children in a leg up reading program, however, they could have had a few rehersals...so there would be less stumbling over the scripture.

Jeeze I'm criticizing a church..lol. After that experience we went to my Sister Macy's adoptive grandmother Pam's for Christmas Eve Tamales. I don't know, but I think I'm growing up. In the first time in about sixteen years since we started going to Pam's for Christmas Eve dinner I enjoyed myself. I enjoyed the company, I enjoyed the children running around, I enjoyed the tamales which were bound to constipate me and give me gas all at once. I enjoyed Pam calling me "mitchy" I enjoyed talking with Old man Ray, who since I was a child was a grumpy old fart. I enjoyed it. I ate my share of fattening mexican food, and helped stuff stockings for the little kids..it was fantastic.

After dinner when we returned in the fog shrouded streets of Hanford, with only the various assorted overkill lighting displays to guide us. My sister Macy was working hard putting the finishing touches on my christmas present that she made me while I sat in the formal dinning room and did some last minute well wishing on that foggy Christmas Eve. Eventually my sister Macy allowed me into her room, where I was to sleep for the night, as we settled down with the Pee-wee's playhouse christmas special. As thrilling as Grace Jones and Charro where Macy and myself were soon off to sleep. Or rather she was off to sleep. As I was kept awake with her snoring. I nodded in and out and in and out and each time awoken from my slumber my her snoring. Eventually it was seven in the morning and I had enough of this faux slumber. So I bolted up woke her, woke Molly, and in turn had them wake up the adults. What's Christmas morn without getting up ungodly early.

My haul this year was significantly shorter than previous years, and to be frank I didn't mind, again this is me growing up..which scares me to no end. I got my fair share of "Personalized tee shirts" which my mother made lovingly for me. I beleive the best one was "Lestat is a pussy".. such pithy words from my Mother. One such shirt had "my Monkey Shirt, My monkey Shirt" emblazoned on the back of it, which had a delicious picture of a purple simian on the front, for those in the know, as a young toddler I would run about naked with a plastic chair that was shaped like a monkey yelling "My monkey shirt, my monkey shirt". I was a strange child, the kind who took the plastic holder out of a toilet paper roll and call it my Duck Shampoo, and the same child who in a spite of rage defecated on my older brother's floor in revenge for him never letting me in his room. But I digress. As I said, customized tee-shirts, which means somewhere my mother has Cafepress.com store.

In one of my packages was a varied collection of Dvd/VHS movies I had asked for, including The Island at the top of the world In which a ragtag collection of adventurers travel in a dirigable called the Hyperion Airship towards the arctic north and find an island with living vikings in it. The Watcher in the Woods A creepy Disney movie with Bettie Davis playing her best Old Hag, while a young girl uncovers a supernatural mystery that envolves aliens, and seances, and a hodgepodge of disturbing things including a young girl being possesed. Tron Which came in a deluxe two disk edition, and so now I can be nerdy and enjoy pre-historic CGI before every movie was saturated in it..and a young Jeff Bridges in tight spandex...reeeeeoooowww. Teen Witch Was found in my stocking, and we all know how I feel about Robyn Lively and Zelda Van Rubenstien in the dark dark days we called 1989. I received The Black Hole on VHS which is awesome becuase the Black Hole is totally 20000 leagues under the sea set in space, with crappy special effects and awesome robots.

Since I havent a working VHS, it was next to nature to find a working VHS player under the tree. Now I am able to find kistchy cult classics on VHS that were never released on DVD...and I can watch it..Over and over and over until the tape reel breaks and I am no longer able to watch it. Damn VHS and it's unreliable technology.

I received a giant Ripley's: Believe it or Not book, that is the epitome of the toilet reading material. It has numerous interesting little tidbits, about everything weird and wonderful in the world fit to be oogled at and poked at with a stick. Including a disturbing picture of an amazonian anaconda that ate a crocodile whole and then had it's stomach exploded when the crocodile still alive in it's stomache lashed out and escaped. Yes, just the sort of bedtime reading we all want.

I of course got a plethora of varied amounts of money. What I spent that money on will come in a few paragraphs.

I opened a package to find, yes what I truely wanted... A Carol Channing Ventriloquist dummy. And Might I add, my life has never been better now that I have a Carol Channing of my very own. With a certificate of Authenticity signed by a miss Carol Channing herself. The doll is creepy in it's own right, but the fact that it's in my hands makes it almost too frightening to exist. Later on Christmas My Brother Corey and I posed her in hillarious situations and poses and took pictures. I think we may have the start of a new webcomic, the Adventures of Carol Channing and friends.

My sister Macy made me another Dr. Who Comic book, the best comic books I have ever read are one's that my sister Macy draws and writes for me. It has the timing of an episode down, the rising and falling action, the clifhangers, the relationships between the characters, the snappy dialouge, the technobabble, all of the ingredients that go into a good Dr. Who episode, down on paper in lovingly crafted stories.

I am glad I spent as much on my sisters as I did, they just shower love upon me, their older brother.

Speaking of older brothers, Corey made a quasi-Andy Warhol Mitch Ralston portrait, featuring a picture of a young devilish child Mitch Ralston, I always wanted an oversized art frame portrait of myself. And now I have one.

After presents we all had our Christmas morning waffle breakfast, which begat the hor' dourves buffet, which begat Christmas Dinner, Which begat christmas cookies and desert, Which begat me going to the bathroom numerous times in a desperate struggle to make room for the food I just ate by defecation (hey I had the ripley's beleive it or not book for just an occasion)

My brother and I settled down to watch Teen Witch, which was Corey's first time seeing Teen Witch, he loved it. I already loved it, and it loved us for loving it, and thats good becuase we didn't have enough love in our childhood...and that's showbiz..kids. It was too easy to poke fun at the Teen Witch Saga, as I found out later in the week when I watched it again with Meg. Corey and I then used Macy's Karaoke machine that she received for christmas to belt out some tunes. I did a stirring I Don't know how to love him while Corey who suffered from a sore throat belched out a few songs. As the night progressed and Mike (mother's boyfriend) was finished watching his football game, he was set to take me back to Fresno. Which in the fog of that evening and the winding snaking roads...kinda a scary thing. Through the dark, and the fog, I made it safely home, where I soon went to bed, another Christmas Down.

The next day I went on a shopping extravaganza after work. I hopped from Borders, to Barnes and Nobles. To Target and Back again. In the process I picked up the ultimate Chitty, Chitty Bang Bang Two Disk collection, The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter, a delightful book that takes fairytales and reimagines them in fantastic ways, it was the inpiration for the movie: In the Company of Wolves, I bought Fable and </i>Marvel Ultimate Alliance</i> as well as Shaun of the Dead and Showgirls Which rounded up my Christmas presents. That night I called my friend Jacob to see what he was up to, and we ended up seeing Dreamgirls, in an audience primarily composed of gay men and theatre freaks. Which means I was amongst my people. It was a good movie, very cheesy at parts, and some of the songs were abruptly broken into on screen, but thats what I loved about it. It made me want to watch Blacula again. I could tell Jacob was getting sick of hearing Sebastian and myself talk smack on the movie, but we couldn't resist. He was semi-drunk, and I was raised watching Mystery Science Theatre 3000, get the both of us in the audience of a movie such as that and you've got trouble.

I think I may have started a new tradition, spending the day after Christmas at the movies with friends, sounds good to me.

Speaking of movies with friends, the other night, Megan and I had an up all night movie fest. We watched the 1989 Phantom of the Opera that was a slasher flick, Teen Witch, and The Apple I don't know how I existed all these years without the Apple? IT is by far the most kistchy thing available on the market. Words can not describe it seriously...I mean..wow..just..wow. It also helps that it's a very very gay motion picture.. so gay. I mean it reeks of sodomy and glitter. It's that gay. Of course if you make a Disco version of the Adam and Eve story, you're pretty much going to pander to a male homosexual audience. Around two in the morning we couldn't take anymore so we both went to sleep. The next day we jaunted around both the Sierra Vista mall in clovis, and the Fashion Faire mall in Fresno. In between we ate Sushi at "The Naked Fish" which apparently was only open for the Lunch shift, and was kind enough to stay open for us while we finished our lunch. At Fashion Faire, I managed to buy the cheesy 1980's Carol Channing Alice in Wonderland, Something Wicked this way comes, and Jean Cocteaus Beauty and the Beast. So that was another spend-o-rama. After the mall-fest 2006 Megan and I parted our ways, where we promised to see each other next year.

Which brings me to New Years Eve, a rather uneventful day. I Played Video games and ate Pizza.. then I went to bed at ten because I had work the next day. It kinda sums up 2006 for me. I hope to god and all things holy 2007 is a rather exciting year.

So now you are all up to date on my Holliday happenings..I hope you all had a joyous christmas, and didn't get to schnockered on New Years Eve.

I havent done a video post in a while. I think my next entry will be one. Professor Phantasma has been on vacation and he's just...ahem. Dying to use his acerbic wit once again.

see you soon,

-Mitch

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Mitch Ralston's Twelve Days of Christmas	[Dec. 14th, 2006\|09:34 pm]
On the twelfth day of Christmas, glyndagoodwytch sent to me... Twelve flappers drumming Eleven diabetes piping Ten fables a-leaping Nine werewolves dancing Eight vampires a-milking Seven daleks a-swimming Six ghosts a-haunting Five be-e-e-ernadette peters Four sideshow freaks Three fairy tales Two mary poppins ...and a divine in a carrie. Get your own Twelve Days:
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A Diva's Christmas Carol 2- Electric Bugaloo

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So I began typing out a wonderful blog entry on how fantasmagorical my life has begun to begin to be. But the gods of the internet weren't to happy with my blasphemy and not sacrificing a goat to them in a while so they descided to crash me and make me start all over. Damn the luck. Anyways, it was a fantabulous day to begin with. I awoke at around eight to get ready for work. Being that I was ill in Saturday and had the day off on Sunday I had no idea whatsoever when I started my shift. So I woke up, shaved, got dressed, and brought my check just in case I was off so I would have something to do if I didn't have a shift. Suffice to say I get there and I am scheduled to be off that day. Hooray free day. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Lets start at the beginning.

In the last post I mentioned buying tickets to the famed Comidienne Kathy Griffin. Well last Thursday my beloved (s)Mother and myself got all fancy and went to the Kathy Griffin show. For those of you who live under rocks, and don't know. Kathy Griffin's comedy routine is very gay oriented. She knows her fanbase is mostly gay men and a select few lesbians, and so she delivers on scandalous celebrity dish gossip comedy. Which I knew probably wouldn't be my mother's cup of tea. She liked it fair enough. But I knew deep down inside she was a little uncomforted by the amount of gay-per-square-inch in the theatre. Which I suppose went for the Theatre's management. Considering that usually they have numerous country music bands perform in the theatre, and the toothless redneck cliche is their target audience. I don't think they were prepared for the amount of flamboyant well dressed gentlemen that made the audience. Nor were the american flag waving managers aware of Kathy's extreme left wing veiwpoints. Suffice to say, inspite of my mother's unease (her neighbors were sitting behind her, and they already were gossiping that she was there with "another man".. of course she had to remind them "he's my son" every three minutes) I enjoyed the show. Kathy and I agree that there is no such thing as an unnatractive fireman. She also mentioned the scandalacious Kelly Ripa/Rosie O'Donnel/Clay Aiken fued, stating that Rosie in effect outed poor Mr. Gayken and mentioned that she in fact is a closeted Claymate. Which lead to her tirade against Star Jones, who I agree is a horrible she bitch creature. She poked fun of Madamoiselle Spear's refusal to wear undergarments, which leads to her Hoo-Hoo-Dilly flapping abouts in the tabloids. She ended her delightful set with an immitation of her beloved catholic mother's foul mouth as she cursed creatively using every christian figure she could think of's name in vain. I even was complimented on my fedora by a jack-o-lantern grin bearing redneck security gaurd who let us in. See...if the Rednecks can enjoy my Fedora why can't you?

In other fantastic news. I am officially out of debt. Which is another reason why I am in such a good mood. No longer will I have to tell the bill collectors "He isn't here at the moment can I leave a message" as I awkwardly disguise my voice. Nor will I have to worry about the "Legal repricussions" the official Bill Collector/Threatning man who wants to break your kneecaps if you dont pay him, had told me about. Nope, now I can be free to spend my money as I wish. And I wish to save up my money to move my bum out of Fresno, out of the central valley. Perferably closer to Disneyland. I want new adventures. I want to meet new and interesting people, I want to be a fucking Jungle Cruise Skipper. I want to serve burgers to new people, new Los Angeles Area, and Orange County Area People. My friends in the L.A. area can't wait to have me there, of course that means my Central Valley friends will have to do without Mitch for a while. But you can just soak up my love and affection in the time it takes me to save up the money, get a drivers lisence, and find health insurance, so I can go out into the world on my own. Who wants to come with me?

The Holliday rush at In-n-Out hasn't been half as bad as I thought it would be. I was prepared for Apocalyptic masses rushing in for burgers all paying with hundred dollar bills with their mouths foaming craving for not only delicious double-doubles served in obscenely complicated orders, but the flesh of unbaptised In-n-Out associates. With the four Horsemen randomly riding through the dining room. Instead of that, we get random moments of rushes, and then it's dead for a few hours, then another random Rush. Just like a sunday afternoon. Not bad, not bad at all. In fact the Merry Merry Christmas bags and the Holliday themed burger rappers are making me have all kinds of giggly Merry Merry Christmas moments. Which brings me to what happened the other day. I was working the Pay Window in the Drive through. Which usually is a brisk fast paced environment where the majority of the customers either hold out their money to pay with very little care if you say hello or not, with very little regard to "Goodwill towards mankind". On this day, a gentleman paid for his order, then asked me if it was allright if he paid for the car behind him. I looked at him for a moment in shock at this act of generosity. For you see, this gentleman didn't even ask what the woman in the car behind him was having, for all he knew she could have ordered twenty seven delicious mouth watering Animal Style Double-Doubles, Seventeen Hamburgers, Twelve orders of Fries, Twenty Soda Pops, and Eight Chocolate Shakes. Nope- this Gentleman was going to pay for whatever she had. After the transaction finished and the next car came, the woman inside (who appeared to be a sophisticated Buissnes-woman who was all rushed for her Lunch break) was ready to pay with her hand outstreached with a credit card in-tow, I turned to her, smiled and stated "Oh Ma'am the man in front of you already paid for your order." She looked at me aghast and frightened and asked. "Why?" I smiled and told her: "Perhaps, it's a random act of kindness in celebration of the Hollidays" Of course she didn't know the gentleman and so this random act of kindness really made her day. She smiled at me and thanked me then drove to the next window to enjoy her delicious, mouth-watering, quality you can taste, In-n-Out meal. This act totally charged me with Christmas cheer and goodwill towards mankind. I can just imagine how much better Fresno would be if everyone took the time to do a random act of kindness.

Which brings me to the Holly Jolly cheer of Christmas at Hobb's Grove. Yesterday was my first day, the previous days I havent been at because of working at Ye-Olde-Burger-Barne. Well on Sunday my dear chums Kishma and Tanamin picked me up in Tanamin's security S.U.V. (Which looks an awful lot like a sheriff's vehicle, that outta scare the crap out of those ragamuffin troublemakers), as I stated "My neighbors think im weird enough, now I have Raggedy Anne and a Victorian gentleman picking me up" Which incited laughter on all parties. We arrived at the grove, and I took my Scrooge costume and hid in the Green Room while I got Miserly. When I walked out onto the midway Lore (the owner of Hobb's Grove) was so happy to see me she ran up to me and hugged me..of course first she asked me if hugging me was ok. Which it was, good thing she didn't want me to break character. I found that children LOVE Scrooge. Not so much becuase he's a cuddly character, but because it has became a game somewhat to get Scrooge to get into the Christmas spirit. Two young girls ran from each side and hugged Mr. Scrooge and refused to let go. A small adoreable young boy walked up to Mr. Scrooge and started talking to him which lead me to say "You're a bright young man, when I fire Crachit you will be the first one I call on to hire as a new clerk" the little guy's reply was "I go poopoo peepee all by myself" it was hard not to break character at that moment when I just sighed (supressing a smile) and added "Well good". I don't know why children are drawn to such a sinister old man. In fact one little girl sitting in front of me on the Pole'r Express train ride kept telling me excitedly about all the things ahead on the ride. I absolutely already love Christmas at the Grove. I mean for one thing, the entire cast is about twelve or so people. Which means there will be significantly less drama than the normal run. Two, we open earlier and close earlier, Which means I get home around nine each night, which is a step up from coming home at one in the morning. Three, it's marketed for families, which means no smart aleck teenagers will be running abouts, nor will there be Gangs out there attempting to make Hobb's Grove part of their "turf", and as such it's a breeze to work. The light displays are beautiful, the collection of characters roaming abouts are fantastic, we have Scrooge himself, his nephew Fred (Tanamin who is giving me someone to bounce Dicken's quotes off of, which creates Miserly Christmas Glee), Raggedy Anne (Our dear Kishma), Bruno the Bear (Ben, who's better known as the Giant Were-Rat Ralf during Halloween), Father Christmas, better known as Santa Claus, his missus the dear sweet Mrs. Claus, a pack of mischevious and Far Side Inspired reindeer (my chums Becky and Kristin who during Halloween are the demons Zoul and Zanzibar), we have a troupe of Victorian Carolers, a gaggle of hard working elves, we have a sugar plum fairy, The Giant King of the Elves, Of course Caleb is there all dressed like a victorian era fop (but that's how he usually dresses so I don't see much of a change, I don't know what he's supposed to be for Christmas, but I'm going to say he's the ghost of Christmas Past) and of course we have Hobb's Grove regular Billy Bob all get up in a Santa Coat and Hat (Much like Goofy wearing a Santa Costume at Disneyland) I suggest if anyone has little kids, or wants something Christmas-y to attend with loved ones, go to Christmas at Hobb's Grove.

We have a beautiful christmas train ride through "an enchanted forest and santa's workshops", and a sl-hay ride through the north pole. As well as food, and the delightful "Peppermint stick" christmas gift shop. We have the delicious snack bar, and various going ons to jam enough Holly Jolly down anyone's throat.

With that, I must bid you all adieu, before I'm haunted by three spirits and all that.

Au Revoir for now,

-Mitch

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Happy Spanksgiving, Black Friday, and KATHY GRIFFIN!!!

[Nov. 24th, 2006|10:35 pm]

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Thanksgiving is a celebration of the decimation of the Native American culture and the spread of eurocentric colonial thinking. We gave the natives syphilis, they gave us corn and beans. That said Every year Americans across the nation "give thanks" by eating their weight in food. In a celebration of Indian Massacres and gluttony...oh and football is envolved. As you can tell I am not too fond of Thanksgiving. I find it to be a dress rehearsal for Christmas.You know, get you accustomed to big dinner's, family bonding, and garish decorations. But at least Christmas has presents. All Thanksgiving has is awkward conversations with relatives. As far as my Grandmother on my father's side is concerned I just have no interest in dating when she asks me if I have a girlfriend. Little does she know I infact just don't have interest in dating....girls. This year Mother decided to invite everyone and their respective grandmothers over for a big Thanksgiving gathering cum Family Reunion. It was a perfect oppertunity for her to dress up pretty and make us all smile and act like we get along. I love my immediate family. Mom, Sisters, Brother, Mom's boyfriend. But when it's a big familial gathering with cousins, aunts, uncles, and the ilk it gets a little too much for me. But I did my sonly duties and attended.

I did however Watch the Macy's Parade. Mainly to watch the little musical numbers from the Broadway musicals. I am a little upset I missed the Chorus Line Number, and Half of a number from Dr Seuss's How the Grinch Stole Christmas But C'est La Vie. I was a little peeved that a number from Spamalot was on. I hate, absolutely HATE Spamalot Now I am sure I am generally pissing off a plethora of Monty Python fans. But I don't find it very funny. Which is sad because I LOVE Brittish comedy. Ab Fab, Dr. Who (which doesn't really count as a comedy..but the Doctor is a funny character), Keeping Up Apperances, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Shaun of the Dead, and Are You Being Served, they tickle my funny bones. But Monty Python..He fails spectacularly. I bought a Spamalot shirt whilst in New York becuase I loved the fact I saw Tim Curry as he emerged from the stage door to the awaiting limosine. I chalk my loathing of Monty Python's comedic form due to the almost forced equation of geeks loving Monty Python. Also a certain Good Company Players member watched it alot and made me wish I could just scratch his DVD and render his Holy Grail Unwatchable. However I am going on a tangeant. The Parade was wonderful inspite of it being rainy and most of the celebrities where perhaps wishing they were invited to Lindsay Lohan's pill-popping-hotelroom-smashing-drug-fueled-thanksgiving-bacchanalia. As much as I complain about Thanksgiving I am indeed happy I went to my mom's. On the fridge was a thanksgiving turkey with colourful Elementary school colour crown, coloured feathers. On Each Feather my sister Macy scrawled what she was thankful for. The Second feather in big writing stated. "I am thankful for my brother Mitch"..as depressing as my life gets, As lonesome as my solitary existance can be, I have two little girls in Hanford who think all the world of me. And that my readers is what I am Thankful for.

Did I mention my mother had her boyfriend transform the front yard of Chateau Donna into a winter wonderland of lights and robotic seals. More of this as the Holliday season continues. All I can tell you at the moment is that the giant "Merry go round arctic igloo inflatable" has burst lose from it's tethers and floated around the yard knocking over the prism light snowman, the robotic lightup polar bear, and the snowflake projector. It scared me shitless as I thought the zombies had indeed come and were ready to eat my intestines.

lucky for you it was just a holliday related Snafu.

I can't beleive we are knee deep in Holliday cheer. Today at In-n-Out to prepare for "Black Friday" We opened at nine, instead of our usual Ten. We switched over to our Christmas bags. Which made me giggle. I was all full of Holliday cheer as I entered the resteraunt humming Christmas Carols (I even downloaded a few by the Trans Siberian Orchestra and Mannheim Steamroller, so I am ready for the Holla-Daze). I have been informed that they indeed want me as Ebeneezer Scrooge at Christmas at Hobb's Grove, which makes me Giddy as a Schoolboy..I talked to my Manager. And he seems very very happy to let me work from ten in the morning until three to go early and get to the grove, so I am free to Bah Humbug all over the Grove.

I expect to be singing "Thank you Very Much" come nightfall.

Speaking of "Black Friday" apparently my mother was out in the throngs fighting her way to this year's hot toy. Only to end up at In-n-Out at the end of my shift. I proudly introduced her to everyone. "Hey Tawny..this is my mommy." Poor Tedi didn't know what hit her when my mother gave her order. She was one of the only people i've ever known to order a "regular animal style". "But Mommy, we can make any of our burgers Animal Style." "Well make me a hamburger animal style"..."Would you like fries or a drink with that mam?" "Fries...we have lemonade in the car". Black Friday brought out all..and I mean ALL of the people I loathe to deal with at Counter Orders. I had at least three hundred dollar bill payments which meant I had to get a manager to check the bills, as well as the fifties of which I had at least two. I had numerous orders that wanted water. Which I have to run back and get from the Drive Corner's Soda Pump. I had a few orders here and there that spoke in quiet broken english. Did I mention that very few people paid in increments less than a twenty. Therefore my change in my drawer dwindled fast. Inspite of all of this. I had a very good day. I truely do love my Job. It's a family at In-n-Out, like all families we have our occasional squabbles, and there are a few select moments when you just want to smother your brother in his sleep. Yes, we are that kind of Family. Speaking of Family. After work, mother and her boyfriend Mike drove me to their house, where we picked up my sisters and headed off to the Hanford Christmas Parade. Nothing too fantastic about that, rodeo cowboys, farm equipment decked out with lights, puppies with santa hats on, obnoxious middle school bands,. However on the way back I saw that Kathy Griffin the D-list Diva is going to perform at the Fox Theatre on November 30th. The Box office was open so we asked if tickets were still available. Suffice to say. 102 dollars later, and I have a hot date with my mother on next thursday night, seven P.M. I hope she has scandalacious celebrity jokes. I mean what with Rosie O'Donnel calling Kelly Ripa a gaybasher. It's certain to be a very fun night.

However...I am so damn broke.

Oh and for the record. I was just having an exceedingly crappy day the previous entry. I mean it isn't everyday when you're waiting to cross a street that an imposing man in a car spits a big loogie on you and your chums. After an especially excruciating day at the Burger Barn, with numerous rude customers, and the general pre-holliday depression setting in.

Yeah it was one of THOSE days.

I am also thankful for my friends like you that get really upset when I am feeling down.

But for now. I must be off.

-Mitch

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no im not ok.	[Nov. 21st, 2006\|07:25 pm]
So yeah. I had a really bad day. Im really lonely. And Im probably going to cry myself to sleep. -Mitch
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A Very Mitch Ralston Halloween

[Oct. 26th, 2006|12:08 pm]

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I have been extremely busy. Working two jobs, Both In-n-Out, and Hobb's Grove. Which has sadly taken off all of my free time. I go to work when I wake up, leave job number one (where I have been unfortunately constantly scheduled to work the strenuous "Dining Room" duty..) I leave job number one (If i'm lucky I get to leave a little early to nap and get ready for Hobb's). In which I then leave with whatever ride i've shanghaied to take me to Hobb's. After getting ready I get to partake in hours of ghoulish glee. Or rather someone who looks remarkably alot like me, who has been dead since the early 1900's and calls himself Professor Fantasma. Professor Fantasma has been quite the hit. Infact this trio of customers came THREE times to see him. (I guess they went on each attraction seperately on each night to soak up the atmos-fear and enjoy the attractions to their fullest) Thats right...Professor Fantasma has groupies. Monday at the tail end of my In-n-Out shift two of my midway monster chums came into In-n-Out to see me. Zoul and Zanzibar and myself then went to Target to peruse the seasonal merchandise. I bought myself adoreable Mummy themed pyjama bottoms, and a mummy shirt that says "your mummy is hot"..suffice to say that brought me great Halloween cheer. Tuesday night I went and had dinner with my mum and sisters and wow. They set up their yard display to the maximum. I'm proud to say that my mom and sisters have evolved into quite the home haunters. Seeing how Macy and Molly were all excited over their costumes (Molly will be Alice, While Macy will be Jadis, Queen of Narnia). That was just the ghoulish spark I needed to recharge my Halloween Batteries. So my dears as Professor Fantasma would say. Enjoy the following salute to Halloween..As presented by Professor Fantasma.

Professor? Are you here? ( Serpents and Spiders from Last Halloween awaken the spirits...with a click of your mouse )

My dear this has been a fun evening, and I hope your readers had enough time to come visit me at the grove. But for now I must be off for the night. Too much fun is bad for my complexion...or is it the voracious amount of candy I ate..you know as a ghost it just goes right through me. I hope you have a happy Halloween my dear boy. I also hope those of you out there in the internets have a ghastly great halloween. Au Revoir My Dears..Au Revoir.

-Mitch, And Professor Fantasma

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A few of my current obsessions, and not the Animotion song, although that is a good Obsession

[Sep. 24th, 2006|11:53 pm]

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Speaking of Animotion, here's the Music Video for the song mentioned in the title of this entry.

(you know I used to take voice lessons from the female lead singer in this band...how peculiar life is)

So I just discovered that the satelite at my mothers house carries Boomerang the Cartoon Network's sister channel that specializes in classic cartoon programming. I am so happy about this because it in many ways reminds me of the Cartoon Network of a few years back. Back when it had an all to different appeal than it does now. Back when the majority of the programming was classic cartoons of the Hanna Barberra, Mgm, and Warner Brother's Variety. Back when they still played Dexter's Labrotory and appealed to Gen X-ers instead of mindless preteens and idiot children. Sure Cartoon Network has Adult Swim But even that has lost some of it's appeal recently. No..Boomerang plays Johnny Quest,Batman:the Animated Series, Wait 'Til Your Father Comes Home, The Jetsons, Dexter's Lab, and Superfriends. Between Cartoons Boomerang has awesome music videos set to cartoon clips, as well as stop motion clips of various Hanna Barberra toys from the sixties and onward moving about. Such as a plastic Yogi Bear and various Space Ghost action figures. It's effect is almost wonerfully kitschy and avante garde. At the very moment I type this entry I am watching an episode of the nineteen sixties Fantastic Four Cartoon. Just minutes ago I watched an episode of Johnny Quest. It makes me all too nostalgic for the year 1997, and what was on cartoon network on any given afternoon at the time. So, that's one of the various things I am obsessed with at the moment. Here is a You Tube-centric video clip of one of said Boomerang Network's Promo's

I have been DVR-ing various episodes of Invader Zim as well. I loved that show back in the early 2000's. It was a very dark and twisted cartoon for it's time. Reading up about it, It's no wonder it didn't last long. The episodes I watched today consisted of Zim harvesting organs from his fellow class-mates to appear more human for fear of being fingered out as an Alien Invader, as well as sending rubber pig toys back in time to cause his arch nemesis Dib pain and destruction. Or having Zim go insane with a fear of germs after watching a movie where aliens are defeated by germs. In the end he covers himself in fast food meat after learning they don't carry germs. It's all surreal and dark. The world of the show is a very nihlistic and post modern absurdist bizzare world. Which is part of it's appeal for me. But Zim was originally broadcast on Nickelodeon, where it was marketed to children. So suffice to say, in reading about Zim, Nickelodeon had done alot towards stifeling the creative jucies of Johnen Vasquez the creator of Zim, and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, I'm forced to ask Nickelodeon "What the hell were you thinking giving Johnen Vasquez a cartoon then telling him it's too dark and macabre...OF COURSE IT IS...HAVE YOU SEEN ANY OF HIS FUCKING WORK YOU TWITS" ahhh then I realize I am cursing at a children's network. Anywhoo, just to show you how wonderful Zim is. I present a clip of Zim poking fun at the overcomercialization of the Yuletide season. Watching this, think of how the Nickelodeon Censors felt.

So, I recently finished my Halloween/ Hobb's Grove costume. The Victorian Gentelman costume I bought online was two sizes two small...also it was a flimsily made cinema secrets costume which wouldn't have made it past night number one, let alone the entire season (minus nights I feel like appearing as Lenny, the cannibal chef manchild). So, with a jaunt to a few costume shops. I emerge with a fantastic new costume, as well as some makeup that would go wonders for my makeup kit. After numerous days on counter handout at In-n-Out I realize that I have a new character just waiting to emerge. So dies Professor Archibald Zacariah Agrippa Bertram Fantasma, and is born Professor Phineas Phantasma, the barker and ring master of the Fantasmagorical Fantastic Freak Follies. The Carnival Barker costume was just too fantastic to set aside, and well I have been itching to do a Carnival Barker character since Dragon's Head Inn...and well now I am. Also the costume looks awesome festooned with blinking lights. I am going to be fantastic. Freakshows and sideshows are a thing I have a morbid curiosity towards, In fact I am still kicking myself for not auditioning for CMT's production of SideShow. How often does one get a chance to be in a musical about carnival freaks. I mean I am one of the only people my age I know of that proudly owns a copy of Tod Browning's: Freaks The 1931 cult classic that employs a plethora of Circus Freaks in the cast not as background characters, but as various starring roles. The "freaks" are portrayed in a sympathetic light, whereas the "normal" people are portrayed as the monsters. It's classic. I now present a slide show of images from Freaks set to a notorious song by X-tinna Aguleira, that doesn't envolve the word "dirrty"

And here ladies and gentelmen, boys and girls, is the one motion picture that will shock your very senses. your eyes will not beleive the wonder and the terror that is ahead. Monsterous abominations lie ahead, various creatures that god looked away at in their presence. Ladies and Gentelmen I present the freak's wedding feast. The fantasmagorical classic scene from the motion picture of Freaks the one that is most often quoted and remembered by all.

Someday I will open my own freak show. I just need to find conjoined twins, bird girls, midgets, pinheads, strong men, and various other wacky folk of that kind.

Hobb's Grove opens in about ten days. I hope that all turns out well this season. Last time I was there, there was a headache inducing array of things that still needed to be done. Somehow Hobb's seems to pull together in the last minute and present one kickass and very well detailed haunt. I remember the good old days of the Dragon's Head Inn, where we described not having everything ready ontime as "the curse of the Inn, as time goes by it collects more and more things." of course that was just our way of saying "we haven't stapled all the props to the wall yet." I think you all know by now that Halloween is my faveourite holliday of the year. In fact I bring a little Halloween into christmas as well. My family always has a huge Nightmare Before Christmas themed display at Christmas time. It started with a Nightmare Before Christmas tree, and in the next year evolved into a veritable Nightmare Before Christmas display outside. I am quite perturbed by the fact that Fox has the Simpsons Halloween special on a full week after Halloween, and the fact that Roseanne, and Home Improvement are long gone from the airwaves. Those two shows had the best Halloween episodes ever. I am tickled pink when programs of varying Halloweeny nature appear on the television, such as Adam's Family Values, Hocus Pocus, and Clue. In fact my all time faveourite Halloweeny program is the 1960's Rankin and Bass claymation special Mad Monster Party I saw a copy of it at Barnes and Nobles on Sale, and almost shilled out the thirteen dollars (suiting price n'est pas?) for it. But I decided that was the epitome of the impulse buy. I already previously Impulse bought the three disk Rocky Horror/Shock Treatment DVD set. I thought that was enough for now. I assure you my gentil readers, if I don't buy Mad Monster Party, the Worst Witch, and Teen Witch, before Halloween. They will invariably appear on my christmas list. So to celebrate the first taste of the Halloween Season. I present the trailer to Mad Monster Party.

I guarantee that in a future blog I will do another mega media blast, this time around the Halloween theme.

Before I leave you, let me give eighties recording star Jem a chance to explain how to be a fantabulous pop star, like her.

So there you have it for now. Until we meet again... I remain your pal, and most persistant chum,

-Mitch

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Doctor...Who?

[Sep. 15th, 2006|05:41 pm]

You scored as 4th Doctor. Wild, eccentric, wacky! do you want a jelly babie?

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4th Doctor

100%

10th Doctor

83%

1st Doctor

67%

7th Doctor

58%

3rd doctor

50%

5th Doctor

50%

Davros

25%

a Dalek

17%

6th doctor

17%

2nd doctor

17%

9th Doctor

8th Doctor

What Doctor Who character are You?
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Livejournal Interest Goodness!

[Sep. 8th, 2006|10:17 pm]

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I saw this in Taniman's Livejournal, I of course had to go through it to make it less....sexually explicit compared to some of the others... I love collages.

( My Interests Collage! )

Create your own! Originally Written By

ga_woo, Hosted and ReWritten by

darkman424

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Glowy ghoulie!

[Sep. 7th, 2006|05:54 pm]

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So today in the wonderful world of In-n-Out, I was on counter orders, which is normal for me, I actually like it. I lord up the customer service with my winning smile and personality. Well this one gentelman walks in, obviously he was too busy to order becuase he took a while to even come close to the counter. While he was ordering he was still on the cell phone, which made communication with your friendly neighborhood counter order-taker very hard. In fact he was quite beligerant and almost angry. It wasn't my fault that he was arguing with his significant other. Anyways after a stressful order, I continue to take orders. Then my chum who was on counter handout told me "what do I do? I read off the order number and order a few times and no one has come yet" Instantly I knew who it was. I pointed out to my chum the man outside STILL on his cell phone. To add hilarity, our cellphone abusing friend as he left the resteraunt held the door open to let a young woman in. As he did I noticed his eyes traveling down south to admire the nether-regions of the young lady customer. The moral of the story is a lesson in Fast Food Etiquite. We have to be able to have complete communications with our customers to make sure that you get your orders correctly. If you are on the phone you aren't giving 100 percent to communicating us. When this happens all sorts of wacky things can happen, your burgers can come without onions when you want them, your fries will come with salt when you don't want salt, your double double will come off a hamburger. That sort of thing. Suffice to say problems with orders come mostly with miscommunications. If I had a dollar for every Hindu family coming in sending their burgers back becuase they wanted Grilled Cheese sandwiches rather than a "Grilled Cheeseburger", I have begun to explain, "Ma'am A Burger alludes to meat in it, do you want a Grilled Cheese?" To which they reply "Yes, a Cheeseburger, with no meat."

I love my job...really I do. At In-n-Out you have some of the friendliest and nicest people you will ever meet. A five hour shift goes by pretty fast working in the fun and fast paced environment of In-n-Out. The benefits and pay are excellent as everyone knows, and the scheduling isn't bad either. I mean the managers are totally O.K. with me just working days with Hobb's Grove coming up. Also they had no problem with me taking four days off to go to Disneyland early last month. Also, it's one of the only places you can work and have a real feeling of Brotherhood amongst your fellow associates. I mean It's like we are a family. So as much as I can rant (which I don't do that much) I can back it up with ten thousand good things about my job. It's become an almost running gag that I compare EVERYTHING to In-n-Out's impossibly High quality, when something comes short of that special gleam of goodness I always say to myself or my accompanying party "That is not and In-n-Out Quality (Insert product or service's name here)" And when something does sparkle and carry that gleam of goodness I usually say "that is an In-n-Out quality (insert product or Service's name here)"

Halloween is just around the corner. So I need to work on my costume. This year I am on Midway at Hobb's Grove, which is basically being a Disney Character at Disneyland, only spooky. I plan to buy a spirit "Gentelman Ghoul" costume, and festoon it with battery powered christmas lights, faux cobwebs, and talcum powder. The intention is to make a glowing ghost that would seem to have come directly off of Disneyland's Haunted Mansion. A direct cousin of the fabled Hitch hikinh ghosts. However the expense of making this costume will be around 200 dollars. However I can afford it. If it goes according to plan it will be quite a sight to see. However a spiffy costume is only a small part of it..the rest goes with making a spiffy character that the customers will relate to, and enjoy, as well as make a character that I will have fun performing as...what a conundrum. I found a website that sells battery powered christmas lights, twelve LED lights come on one string, and each string costs 7.99. I was planning on buying six strings, which would total seventy two lights for the costume, which would bring a total to almost fifty dollars for the lights, the costume I looked at would cost 120, and I don't know if it comes with a wig, but it's deluxe and comes with pants and a vest. That would total about 200 dollars for the costume like I said...I hate pushing calculator buttons and crunching numbers..But I digress. I am looking forward to this season. Halloween is my time of the year.

I have to go now, the Discovery Channel has a special on haunted houses. Boo Boo-Scary Scary.

Until we meet again, Unpleasant Dreams,

-Mitch

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Surrealism and Nightmarish Music Videos!

[Aug. 31st, 2006|05:21 pm]

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So instead of a long trivial entry about how life has been to me, from the Disneyland trip up to the present, I decided to do another You Tube Show and Tell Entry. These are the best. Today's theme is "Surreal Music Videos" basically if it has music in it, and envolves video that is slightly nightmarish I put it on this entry, Let us begin. Shal we?

First off is Laura Branigan's follow up to the smash eighties hit Gloria, this song is called Self Control as I can tell about the song it envolves a woman who leaves her humdrum life behind to join with the dark forces in their nightly orgies. Well that's all I can tell from the song. I first heard it as a music bumper on Coast to Coast A.M. with Art Bell I was enthralled by the dark and moody nature of the song, with an uptempo Disco beat you can dance to. I recently discovered this music video via the joys of Youtube. It's noticeable for the attractive female lead as she encounters various nightmarish images, and is chased by a Phantom of the Opera type villian, who eventually chases her to the bed...and for all I can tell..He does her doggy style. Either that or he kills her. Something like that. She frolics with Zombies, she has a spooky doll. It's all very confusing and so very Eighties. I love it.

Also noticeable is how this music video inspired these young persons to bump and grind against each other like so.

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