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Name: Bryan
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Birthday: 10/14/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: The Theatre, the Oceans, history, reading, modelmaking, fishing, music, vocal and guitar, etc...
Expertise: I don't know enough of myself or of anything else to profess an expertise
Occupation: Engineering
Industry: Engineering
Message: message me
Member Since:
8/29/2004
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5th Element is the best movie ever. If I were bruce willis, which I in fact am, I would make a million sequels to it. | | |
| B G My watch temporarily changed custody awhile ago. Its safe return was not to occur until a decision had been made by its captor. Now, watch on wrist, I type a very joyful entry. I'm thoroughly glad I came back this summer to Penn Hills. As seems to always happen, my return quickly surrounds me with friends and adventures I couldn't expect. Trips to Slippery Rock, Camping in Ohio, random crunkedness at Steph's, entire bottles of Captain Morgan in very very short timeframes, and the alumni musical. Playing the Pirate King was an ego trip I could never have expected; after having spent the year at school cultivating around myself the image of a dashing pirate hero, it seemed a reward to play the character I had already somewhat become. The Musical, as always, brings me back to some old friends, rekindles friendships with others that had gone sour, and introduce me to new ones as well, unfortunately with the downside of taking away time from my other friends. Now that it is over, hopefully I can blend a fair amount of time between both sets of friends, and enjoy the remainder of the summer just as much as I have the first half. J F
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| well life has evened out a bit. Turns out sometimes the solution to a problem is to yell right back at it and call it dirty names. Anythow, life is pretty good, the show is TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!! Pirates of Penzance at the Thomas A. Bond Auditorium in the high school. 8PM means awesome time. Come see us, the show is both funny and complete with a beautiful, catchy score. | | |
| yeah yesterday was weird up and down and sideways all about. first I got hurt at work a bit by having four 60-pound boxes of paper fall on my right shoulder, then I came home charged up my phone and found myself downgraded via text. after a brief phone discussion I drank some captain morgan and went to rehearsal, whereupon I acted funnily bittttter. At which point things went up and down further. I came home afterwords and finished 3/4 of a 750 of pure captain morgan in about 15 minutes. Then I don't remember exactly what went on but I believe it was mostly good. kind of. sort of. Maybe
Next time I have people over I won't be drunk, I just needed a night of release. So thankyou for all abiding with that and being amiable.
Sometimes you meet people you can 100% be yourself with. Now I wouldn't dare be naive enough to ever say that it is a once in a lifetime thing, because I already have many friends (read platonic) that I can do that with. But I do think that it is a more rare thing, one that shouldn't necessarily be ignored or cast aside. I'm sure it's a controversial decision but I'm not entirely giving up. At least for awhile, we'll see what happens | | |
| hey all, (or some, who still read this)
this week i started a new old job. Last year I recycled paper at Cintas in turtle creek. I used to sort through legal sized boxes of paper and sift the white office paper from the other colored paper. At the time, I was expected to go through about 8-10 tons of paper per day. This year they modernized, and it's all sorted on a series of convayer belts, and we go through about 16 tons a day. The place is in a former railroad car/brake factory, and it's amazingly hot, sweaty, dirty, old, and dangerous.
Anyhow I started monday. Last year there were these two old guys Harry and Bill, and everyone else is under 35. Bill is a skinny black guy that reminds me of what eddie murphy would look and act like at 75, and Harry was quite literally Rip Torn's character in Dodgeball, Patches O'hoolihan, voice and all. Bill is on vacation, and Harry worked the line. There's something funny about people way over sixty working full time to stay alive, I don't really get that. Anyhow harry had me go outside and sweep some garbage away from the door while he helped. That's really code for "get away from the cameras and bosses, and take a break" cause it was 105 degrees inside the warehouse, and surprisingly cooler outside. Anyhow he talked about how crappy the job is, and how he and bill were probably going to retire within the year. Usual job type BS-ing to kill time stuff. So about three hours later the whole crew takes a genuine official company run "15-minute break" in the breakroom, and there's water and that free company junk. One of the bosses bursts in the door and asks if anyone knows CPR. Two guys head over, this company guy Jim and one of the other temp workers, Mike, from Ireland. We don't really know what's going on, and the paramedics get there, after this cop shows up. They all leave and everyone else goes back to work, but very quietly. All we know is that Harry got rushed to the hospital in a very fast-moving ambulance. That's all anybody knew yesterday. The next morning I got to work and no one really said much. About halfway through the day i found out that he didn't make it to the hospital. Apparently he went into the bathroom, and before he left he had a heart attack and fell in the corner. they don't really know how long he was there before they found him. Jim, the guy who ended up doing the CPR, said he really didn't think he had much of a chance even after he got him breathing again.
I didn't really know Harry, outside of the fact he reminded me of an actor, and that he seemed to a be a funny, grumpy, old guy who really should have retired long ago, but couldn't afford to, but I still feel pretty sad about it. I've never been anywhere near sudden death, it's strange to know that only hours before he was talking about RETIRING and complaining about his boss. Hell he looked fine, for an old guy. What really gets me is just the coincidence of it all. If anyone, myself especially included, had gone to the water fountain for a drink, we probably would have seen into the restroom and maybe found him sooner, maybe it would have made a difference, maybe not. Even worse is that if I had found him, I couldn't do anything besides get someone else. I was useless, and still am. How the fuck do you feel after learning that? A chance to save a life, and you have to back out because you don't know shit about it, I can't let myself do that anymore, I'm gonna take some classes or something.
I didn't know much about you harry, but I do know you should have died in a retirement condo, near your family, not some piece of shit factory restroom surrounded by workers half your age.
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