HEY!!!!
I'm back, baby! Finally over my cold and I'm back from my grandpa's funeral (sorry about the cheesy previous post)!I still got some decent work done however, so that's good! Got a LOT of Pine's animations done. (they look fantastic BTW :shades:
BONUS--Funny story from the funeral
I live in Laramie WY, and the funeral was in Rock Springs, WY. In between the two is a town named Rawlins. On the way back we (my sister and I) drove from Rock Springs to Rawlins which is a little over a hundred miles. We roll into Rawlins to find that there was a HUGE 40 car accident on the interstate. It was also very very snowy. So... we waited there, at a McDonald's commiserating with other stranded folk, for about 5 hours. We finally get word that the road will not open until the next day. So we reluctantly decide to drive that 100 miles again back to our grandparent's house in Rock Springs. We get up early the next day to make our way back home. We check the road report to make sure its open and it is. Great! As soon as we roll into Rawlins the interstate gets closed again. BALLS! Apparently a chemical truck crashed and there was a hazmat spill. Two other semi's along the interstate had crashed and caught fire! Plus there was another multi-car pile up--20 this time. So we decide to check into a hotel.
The day before we heard from the people at McDonald's that there was literally no hotel/motel rooms available in the whole town (like all Wyoming towns they're not very big however). Knowing this and because we were on the highway still with no phone book, we had our mom snatch us up a room. She found one fairly quickly at an establishment called the Budget Inn. We get there and the people are really friendly but it definitely wasn't ritzy. We grab our key and head up to our room. But it's not that easy. The roads are CAKED with snow so we had to drive down town in one lane, then back up the other lane after we could finally find a place to turn. Even then it took a couple tries to find our actual hotel room as there were many and all of them were disconnected from their main office. But we manage and head up to our room. We struggle a bunch with the lock when suddenly the door unlocks itself and a man opens the door. Inside were several Hispanic men all fully clothed in bed under the covers watching tv in the middle of the day. Apparently they double booked the room. We head back to the office and get our new key.
Again... drive down town, then up, then to our room. We open it and are stunned. I've stayed in some pretty seedy places... I mean SEEEEEDY, but this did not epitomize sleazy hotel... it took it to a new level. We have difficulty finding a light switch, we venture into the 'living quarters' to find one. In the middle of the room we find a switch which sheds light on new atrocities. There are stains EVERYWHERE. Most stains I've seen are either brownish/grayish unless its juice or ketchup or something, but I saw new colors that day. Pink, Green, Yellow--if you can imagine a color and pick a random house hold location, there was a stain of such a persuasion in that room. Food stains ALL OVER one wall. The kind you find next to a stove or garbage can, only neither of those things inhabited that room. The wall opposite it was riddled with holes and we could literally see the paint peeling. The third wall, which faced the outside, had one window with starched... well... stiff at least, drapes that did not budge. They covered a window which worked better as a blinder which sat atop an air conditioning unit from when they were still inventing air conditioning units. Most of it was missing with naked wires protruding all over. In one corner there was a TV balancing on a dresser. The TV was from the early 90's, heavy, black and small. The 'dresser' was tall and skinny, like something from a pre-furnished apartment. Its 'drawers' were missing sides and bottoms and were off the runners and stacked haphazardly upon one another. I tried to 'open' one of these drawers to no avail. The forth wall housed a closet/vanity super hybrid. "You can wash your clothes as you wash your face!" To the left of that was the bathroom. The toilet seat didn't fit the toilet and the floor was sticky. I didn't stay long enough to give a better description. We wanted to sit somewhere but, again, everything had stains. Even the sheets, which should be washed daily and were claimed to have been. The beds themselves were comedically squeaky. One was heavily slanted on one corner, they other was heavily slanted on two corners. We decided that staying there wouldn't be all that fun. So we grabbed the phone book, the one amenity that the room provided--there were other staples, but they were non-functional--outlet, light switches, drapes, A/C unit, phone, coffee maker--all there to beautify the room I suppose--and called some hotels. We luckily found one that was only 10 dollars more a night and made a reservation. We called the front desk to see if we could get a refund. The woman happily agreed. We pulled up to the office to get our money, but a wild manager blocked the way! He was a tall middle eastern man who had very short balding hair. Everything he wore was camo... EVERYTHING. His shirt was a camo t-shirt with a deer on it. The vest over it was a more gray camo. His leggings were nylon running pants with camo print. He sported camo hiking boots with camo skinned sunglasses which he wore inside, in the middle of a blizzard. He was not pleased. Too regal to stand, he sat in a chair and began unloading threats. He claimed that we were there for 2 hours and had used his room. We were in there less than 10 minutes. He claimed that the rooms were fine and had just been cleaned. We were apparently trying to steal money from him and wanted over 50% of the cost for using it. Every time we tried to speak, he spoke louder. At that point, my sister had done most of the talking, so I sat next to him to try and talk it out. As soon as I hit the chair he raised his voice even louder and said "OH! YOU THINK YOUR A TOUGH GUY!?" I said no. And continued saying that I merely wished to talk this out. "IF YOU THINK YOU ARE, I'LL SHOW YOU SOMETHING!!!," was his reply. I held back laughter as my sister continued. The man, getting angrier, threatened to call the police. In unison my sister and I said, "Please do!" He just sat, so my sister called instead. Within the minute an officer showed up. Hearing both sides of the story he told the man that he could pay us back in full, or we could take him to court and sue him for damages. The man said "FINE! I'LL TAKE THEM IN COURT!" Five seconds later he said "GIVE THEM THE MONEY!" and began yelling at his employees. We got our money back, stayed in a nice place, and slowly made our way back home the next morning. Life is fun!!
Now its Wednesday. This is my Friday for where I work... meaning my weekend starts now. I just got off and am ready to get crackin'. I'm thinkin' two weeks for the demo, since that's what I lost from the cold and funeral.
I get more and more pumped as I work on this and the prospect of you guys finally getting to help out by playing just keeps pushing me harder.
STAY TUNED!!
