Archive for March 24th, 2006

A few months ago I had my Yahoo acct compromised. I’d been phished by an IM virus.

The way this works is that someone you know will send you a link to a web page… typically managed by something major. Like Yahoo.

The only problem is, it’s not Yahoo. It’s a page owned by someone else.

It realllly looks like Yahoo. If you log onto it (thinking it’s Yahoo) the page will come back telling you that the server is down.

In the mean time, the Username/Password is now the possession of the people that put up the web page.

What will happen next is that an automated system will use your Username and Password to log onto Yahoo Messenger. It will promptly log you off and change your password. Next, it will send the same message you received with the Evil URL to people on your friends list.

This is to bait people on your behalf.

Recovering your account is a NIGHTMARE:

4/12/05 I am hacked
The hacking details
4/14/05 Seeking resolution
4/14/05 I go directly to the Yahoo Board of Directors
4/15/05 I win

So.. warning… it’s out there. And good luck to AlSv… That’s the account that has me on the buddy list that’s been compromised sending to me.

A really good meme.

So, I first saw this one from princekermit

I liked it muchly.

I have pulled 5 photos off of google’s image search for 5 of my all time favourite movies. All you have to do is guess what they are. And to truly be a meme, you must then go forth and do this too. But personally… I don’t care about that part.

Now.. I couldn’t make it too easy. In some cases I’ve edited out of the picture some ‘well, that’s damned obvious’ part. I’ve also loaded them to my own server… so looking at the image links won’t help either.

Comments are screened, I’ll post answers the people who guess them as they come in… Over time I’ll post hints if necessary. I love this stuff. 🙂

Have fun:

Let’s see what’s going on in Herman’s Head…

Wednesday evening. (06.03.22) I did something for the first time in nearly 10 years.

I auditioned for a theatrical show.

I haven’t talked about Theatre much on this journal. Which is something I’m now noticing as Ironic. I think part of the reason I discovered I was poly was a realization early on.

One of my first major Girlfriends asked me, “Do you love me more than anything in the whole world?” and I answered, “No.”

The GF was obviously taken aback.

I looked at her and said, “My first love is Theatre. I am sorry. You’ll have to understand that about me now. I can’t explain it or understand it any more than I can explain why I’m drawn to you. But if it came down to a wrestling match where you’d make me choose… I don’t think you’d win.”

I’d dated a woman in college who I’d met through the SCA. She sat me down at one point and laid down the law for me. She said there were 3 things that I’d need to fix to make me the perfect boyfriend.
1) I needed to stop cheating on her.
Interestingly, it would be 5 years from then before I’d ever ‘cheated’ She was jealous that I had a female friend who was important to me.

2) I needed to dump that SCA crap and get away from all those freaks.

3) I needed to forget about all this silly theatre stuff and get a real job.

So obviously we broke up.

Sadly overtime her curse/wishes came true. All three. And I regret every one of them… In the case of 2… It wasn’t the SCA.. It was letting someone tell me which friends and companions were right or wrong for me.

In the case of 3… I let theatre get away from me.

I remember when it came back to me. I remember when the ghost of what I was looked me in the idea and said, “You remember who you are?” I went to see the film Chicago. I wasn’t really familiar with the show.. but the film looked good.

Stunning film. Loved it. Was depressed for 4 days, sobbed to myself that night.

The SCA satiated it a bit. Well, as long as I stuck to Shakespeare, nothing else was really taken to seriously. The OTO satiated it a bit. As long as I stuck to liturgical texts and seeeeeecrit rituals.

All the while… thinking… “You know, some day, I’m going to direct Noises Off.”

Then came Rent. When I first got introduced to the soundtrack… it didn’t move me. I didn’t know the story of La Boehem. It just didn’t click. Then I listened to it more. Then I figured out what it was about. And then I remembered my own time as the young film maker living on my own in squalor, walking away from my family, detaching from the world, looking for my voice.

I remember sneaking to my home town after failing out of college and spending the weekend with friends who were pretty much on the same social level of low money and establishment resistance. Right down to taking a close friend, an unwed pregnant mother to the local hospital after we’d all been up all night long and an argument with an ex had given her a fear and symptoms of a premature labour.

I saw Rent. And good or bad.. it’s a part of who I am. But it didn’t pop the bubble.

I’d been doing rituals in L.A. OTO but… the flash of the city just didn’t connect me to theatre. I don’t want to say they were bad… many rocked mightily. I moved up here and took part in a rite. Probably the most lines I’ve had in a long time in a script. The process was long and arduous. At times I doubted my own process…but stayed at it. The Show must Go on (An interesting story or two from my past)

This was interesting because months earlier we’d had a karaoke night. If anything would have driven me back in theatrical process that night did. But this was different. There was an audience. A big audience. There was an incompetent theatre critic there. The performance was fulfilling. But in a way that opened flood gates.

Wednesday I auditioned for a potentially professional workshop show. I read script, I sang a few things. (Yes, I willingly sang). I did puppetry. I made the folks at the table laugh. The director looked at me at one point and said, “You’re really good.” (Note to directors… Never do this during an audition 😉 I walked out feeling like I’d nailed the audition.

Now, granted.. in the past 12 months, I’ve walked out of about 10 on site interviews and phone screens thinking I’d nailed them… And I didn’t. And it got under my skin… a lot.

It honestly doesn’t matter if I got this or not. I went back to something that makes me feel like absolute me… 100%. And it felt good… and it felt right.

The show? I think it may actually interfere with every plan I have in June. It’s really not likely that I’d be able to accept the role because it actually rehearses during potential work hours. Which kinda bums me…. but at the same time… It’s not the only show holding auditions in the Seattle Metropolitan area…

It’s just the first one that I’ve gone to… And it’s not the last… And this too is why I am loving life.

I love my life…

I love my life..

I have not worked in a year. And this sucks. I work towards getting work every day and I remain optimistic that my employability is not completely over.

That being said.

I am very much in love with a woman who’s agreed to be a part of my life for as long as there is Will to love. A woman who I am not afraid to raise a child with which she will bring forth from both of us in 5 months. I am in love with someone else who loves me back for who I am even though the timing in my life leaves me at times stressed.

I am doing work on a volunteer level that I love. It is one part clerical, one part theatrical, and one part personally spiritual. I don’t always agree with everyone in the group… but that’s okay. It’s the nature of the work we are doing. Over time I have become a real and recognized Ordained Priest. I feel still compatible with the beliefs I was raised with and believe my religion and faith to be strong. I perform religious ceremony, pastoral work, and organizational support work. And even when it frustrates me… I am still happy to be able to do the work.

I have people entering into my life on a social level. Some I’m dating, some I’m developing deeper friendships with. I have activities I participate in. I have projects I do. I am developing a business.

Oh… I have a cat. She’s a freak. Her mass increases by 25 times in the middle of the night when she climbs into bed and hogs the covers.

And one more thing that will be posted in a moment. Yes, as for now.

I love my life.