Old people, cord-coiling, and possible death?

It's a damn good thing I created this blog, I'm running into no shortages of things to write about because my days consistently have something that is somehow entertaining and significant.

First off, I had a doctor's appointment today, it was my first one in some few years, and I didn't know what to expect. I knew that I needed the Measles vaccine and that's it, and I was okay with that since I don't have a fear of syringes.

Oh...

Well, as soon as I walked in, I noticed one thing: Old people. It was to be expected, since the clinic I went to was in Sun City (for you non-Arizonites, it's basically a utopian retirement home, my grandma lives there). But, seriously. Old people EVERYWHERE. You start to realize the gargantuan gap between we young'ins and them. Every single old man (except one who was ridiculously speedy while wielding a cane) had their shirts tucked in. Not only that, they took maybe 84 steps to get from the parking lot to the entrance, which isn't that far. I, being me, was making horribly witty remarks about pretty much everyone I came within a 10 foot radius, my mom, being my mom, retaliated with her own wave of "there's so much experience in their one life, and that'll be you someday." She's got a point, but I'm just wondering what causes such a crippling state. Both of my grandmas, one is over 80, are in really good shapes for their age. These people could barely walk. Now look, I was taught that this sort of thing isn't at all natural, and that it's caused by lack of care over the years. Well, shit. I better go run about 793 miles to catch up with lost times...

Some reports claim the tape flung his exhausted demeanor back 10 miles

 Anyway. Doctor appointment's over and I go to school late. From there, I go on here and establish Google Analytics onto my blog so I can see where people are coming from. After that, school ends, and I go to a meeting to become a techie at my high school. Like I said before, these people do the lights/music/etc. of the theatrics, and it's a good way to get community hours.

I soon learned that this shit isn't all like, "Turn the volume up, plug in microphone, and remember to brush your teeth" type of thing, it was the whole "remember to make sure the male cord is plugged into the wall while the female cord is plugged into the microphone" and "don't drop the microphone and make sure you turn on the sound systems in the right order," the list goes on and on. It all goes with reason, though. A complex procedure for a complex task with simple results: Lights and sound. However, I was shocked by the impending doom that follows when doing stage work.

94% of the time, you won't get attacked by a half-masked man and subsequently hanged.

Little did I know that there was an art to coiling a cord, rather than the normal "loop it around your elbow" trick. Apparently that damages cords, and destroys microphone cords. What you do is basically hold the cords as if you were holding Excalibur, and then twist your wrist, go over your other hand, and repeat, but this time, do a scooping motion and twist it the other way. Repeat steps 1, 2, and 3, and you get a perfectly coiled cord. I didn't get it at all.

So yeah, this damn complicated weight system that controls the curtains and hanging lights AND could kill anyone on stage if one thing were to go wrong. Greaaaaaaaaaaaaat. That's like telling me "So yeah, this gun, it shoots, and when it shoots, it kills people, and you're not to touch it, go near it, think of it, or even dream of it, but other than that, have fun bro!" This whole techie business will be harder and more complicated than I thought, but it's a really good way for me to meet more people (which I already have), talk to some old friends more (done!), and other awkward adventures.

Who knows, this day's been fun. I bought a bag of Hot Cheetos at Big Lots on the way home, and now I'm going to enjoy it while shooting angry-teenagers on a poorly constructed, but hilariously addicting game.