Everyone is jumping ship, and I'm doing the same. There are some seriously uncool things afoot with the administration on this site, some of which you may have heard through the rumor mill. I have much I'd like to say, but I make it a policy to not piss off people that have access to my credit card information. All I can say is that I now understand why there has been a sudden upswing in girls leaving the site.
If you want to catch me, you can always use the following:
Email: phillipetheotter@gmail.com
AIM: phillipetheotter
Thankfully I know how to contact most of you outside of the site.
If you want to catch me, you can always use the following:
Email: phillipetheotter@gmail.com
AIM: phillipetheotter
Thankfully I know how to contact most of you outside of the site.
I dropped my cell phone one too many times, so it's temporarily out of commission. Hit me via email at phillipetheotter@gmail.com if you need me.
My friend's father used some of his airline miles to get me a free ticket to visit the family. It'll likely still be several weeks before there are flights anywhere near New Orleans, but hopefully I'll be able to get home and help out some within the month.
In other crazy news (all we get lately, it seems), last year my office had some hard drives stolen. Today we got a call from the Office of Homeland Security, which apparently has our missing stuff. Seems they busted a thief on federal charges and found our stuff at his pad. Now I have to visit the fucking OHS and collect our shit. I'm hoping they don't try and keep me.
In other crazy news (all we get lately, it seems), last year my office had some hard drives stolen. Today we got a call from the Office of Homeland Security, which apparently has our missing stuff. Seems they busted a thief on federal charges and found our stuff at his pad. Now I have to visit the fucking OHS and collect our shit. I'm hoping they don't try and keep me.
Thanks to all for the concern expressed for my family and friends. It's hard for me to deal with any of this, being so distanced from the actual events. You probably won't see me commenting too often for a while.
Hurricane update:
Finally had word from my Mom and Dad. They're fine, but the house sounds fairly fucked. We also lost all of our family pets, except for my dog. My sister is also okay, as are my grandpa, an aunt, and an uncle. Still have more family members to hear from though.
That's the worst part of this. I lived in Slidell for 18 years, so I know tons of people there and am familiar with every piece of that town, so no matter where I turn, someone or something I know has been destroyed.
Finally had word from my Mom and Dad. They're fine, but the house sounds fairly fucked. We also lost all of our family pets, except for my dog. My sister is also okay, as are my grandpa, an aunt, and an uncle. Still have more family members to hear from though.
That's the worst part of this. I lived in Slidell for 18 years, so I know tons of people there and am familiar with every piece of that town, so no matter where I turn, someone or something I know has been destroyed.
Hurricane Katrina has hit hardest right on my hometown. One of the levees has busted, so New Orleans begins to fill like a bowl. I cannot reach any of my family members. I'm fucking frightened, worried, and most of all, angry. These are the times that I curse my wanderlust. I should be down there alongside my Dad, helping him fight to save the family home.
Fuck. Ring you goddamn phone.
Fuck. Ring you goddamn phone.
So, I had a little adventure on Monday night.
Went out with a bunch of folks from work for a birthday party. Before my ride picked me up, I had already downed two 40s of Ryan's boyfriend, PBR. At the bowling alley bar, I had....some number of gin and tonics. Got very happy and huggy, alternating between squeezing folks and buying them drinks. Proceeded to Chopsticks for some karaoke action, where I had more beer and some Red Bull n' vodka.
Felt myself turning surly and frustrated. Angry at myself, not anyone I was with, so I decided to walk home. Now, Chopsticks is a fair bit from my pad, and it was already 2:30 in the morning. I must have taken one hell of a wrong turn at some point, because I found myself in a giant park in Sellwood at 4:30. Decided to take a breather and crawled under a tree to sleep for a while. Woke up around 6:30 and stumbled my way back home. Now, for those of you not familiar with the area, I plugged my route into Mapquest (as best I can reconstruct it), and it looks like I walked approximately 12 miles. My shoelaces were slit (hell if I know), have a few gashes on my arm, and a fractured knuckle from punching a telephone pole.
Moral of the story? Fuck if I know. How about, "Kyle can walk goddamn far in the middle of the night when he's drunk?" Or maybe "Don't fight telephone poles, because they will win."
Went out with a bunch of folks from work for a birthday party. Before my ride picked me up, I had already downed two 40s of Ryan's boyfriend, PBR. At the bowling alley bar, I had....some number of gin and tonics. Got very happy and huggy, alternating between squeezing folks and buying them drinks. Proceeded to Chopsticks for some karaoke action, where I had more beer and some Red Bull n' vodka.
Felt myself turning surly and frustrated. Angry at myself, not anyone I was with, so I decided to walk home. Now, Chopsticks is a fair bit from my pad, and it was already 2:30 in the morning. I must have taken one hell of a wrong turn at some point, because I found myself in a giant park in Sellwood at 4:30. Decided to take a breather and crawled under a tree to sleep for a while. Woke up around 6:30 and stumbled my way back home. Now, for those of you not familiar with the area, I plugged my route into Mapquest (as best I can reconstruct it), and it looks like I walked approximately 12 miles. My shoelaces were slit (hell if I know), have a few gashes on my arm, and a fractured knuckle from punching a telephone pole.
Moral of the story? Fuck if I know. How about, "Kyle can walk goddamn far in the middle of the night when he's drunk?" Or maybe "Don't fight telephone poles, because they will win."
To the fucker that hit my truck hard enough to render it useless and had neither the courtesy nor the balls to even leave a note:
If I ever find out who you are, I am going to gouge out your right eye and skull-fuck the socket.
If I ever find out who you are, I am going to gouge out your right eye and skull-fuck the socket.
I can't think of squadoo to write today, but I feel like I should update regardless. So, I shall borrow an oft-used journal technique and regale you all with a few miscellaneous, though largely unknown, facts about myself:
1. I used to keep my head shaved, but stopped when I realized that I have a giant mole on the side of my head.
2. I am an official member of the Polar Bear Club - Swam in the Pacific Ocean off the Alaskan coast on December 22, 2001.
3. For years, I wanted to pursue a career in floral arrangements.
4. I have owned neither a comb or hairbrush for about 10 years.
5. I have shot Everclear while on acid.
Five facts should be plenty, eh? Oh, and here's something else:
I am participating in the Cascade AIDS Walk in September. If you are interested in sponsoring me (all amounts are accepted), please visit Cascade AIDS for information.
1. I used to keep my head shaved, but stopped when I realized that I have a giant mole on the side of my head.
2. I am an official member of the Polar Bear Club - Swam in the Pacific Ocean off the Alaskan coast on December 22, 2001.
3. For years, I wanted to pursue a career in floral arrangements.
4. I have owned neither a comb or hairbrush for about 10 years.
5. I have shot Everclear while on acid.
Five facts should be plenty, eh? Oh, and here's something else:
I am participating in the Cascade AIDS Walk in September. If you are interested in sponsoring me (all amounts are accepted), please visit Cascade AIDS for information.
