It Was Fifteen Years Ago, Today...

 

A documentary I participated in 15 years ago is now back  in production, and I'm going to meet up with Russell, the director (shown) to put some kind of "where are they now?" cap on the thing.  He messaged me out of the blue. I just wish I'd had the wherewithal to get out of the blue hat I was wearing in Mobile, Alabama in 2011 (shown).

3 Day Flu; even Harold affected

I was as sick as a dog; as was Harold my cat, apparently, as we were both sneezing this past weekend.
In my fevered state I slept off and on and would wrap up against the cold and then wake up sweating and shivering simultaneously. The fever was 101.6 according to a thermometer I had forgotten I had.
After remembering I had one "somewhere," was confounded to not find it in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.
"Who doesn't put their thremometer in their medicine cabinet?!" I asked the perplexed looking reflection in the bathroom mirror..
"Beats me," the palmetto bug that was hanging around the sink area, for the water, I imagine, seemed to shrug.
He is one that I'm allowing to live, while continuing to deport all the illegal ones from the closet by the stereo.
I think I have documented that situation; and shown the trap that I made, which now has been upgraded to an empty water-cooler type bottle with a few cat treats in it..

The water jug, as well as being a ready percussion instrument, and all you need to lay down cool sounding "drums," using a digital audio workstation, is also a very good palmetto bug detention center, as the resonant properties of the vessel amplify the sounds of them attacking the internal cat treats, and a multitude of the creatures inside the thing produces a sound somewhere between popcorn popping, and... a sound I can only describe as palmetto bugs scurrying around inside an empty water jug, feasting upon cat treats; complete with crunching and chewing sounds...
With the temperature having gone as low as 28 degrees, over the past weekend, I thought about putting a halt to the deportations, as, dumping them outside seemed to be like a death sentence...

"No bug is illegal in your

stolen apartment, Daniel!"

So, I struck a compromise, with my "remain in the jug" policy, whereby I would put a cap over the jug, trapping less than 10 or so of them (lately) inside the jug with treats to eat and let the jug sit inside the apartment until the outside temperature was above 50 degrees or so. Billie.

Anyways, that's about it for Wednesday; pre Mardi Gras parade weekend.
As of now I still haven't gotten any "marching orders" from the parade cleanup job..
It seems like, after I tried to apply as tax exempt, and some proof of that was required of me; in the form of a "picture" of my military discharge status (give me a break; my 15 year old phone isn't capable of taking a legible picture) that I am being held up and not even given the chance to work as a "single filer" and have the $640 that I would make this weekend, taxed down to about $580...
I would settle for that, in lieu, of having to go get my discharge papers scanned and emailed from Office Depot; and all that...
So, that's how they deny a white man a job; throwing a bunch of hoops to jump through in front of him until he just say's "screw it, I'll busk my ass off with the not too far-fetched goal of pulling in $600 on my own terms...
A lot of the pay of $16.01/hr. is for just sitting around, waiting for parades to end...
I've been paid to sit around and do nothing; paid very well, actually, but went stir crazy after about 12 hours of it.
The power had gone out and I was offered double time money to just sit in the dark, guarding a property against looters; this was before the days of cellphones....
Anyways, I'm still hoping to investigate the cleanup job and I might have to make the 45 minute walk to the place; since the parades start in a couple days...
You learn something about yourself, I think, based on whether you would take a job of doing nothing..