The Site Has A New Home!!! Problem With The Front Page!!! & Life For Harry!

Hey folks, Harry here. If you now take a look around this here site of mine, you may notice a couple of subtle changes... First of all... scan down to the bottom of this page and you will find that the old, "JamisonGold Interactive Community" is no longer there. Why? Well, because I am no longer a part of JamisonGold.

I hope everyone has been experiencing as great a server performance as I have been experiencing on this new location. However, we still have that lingering problem from the JG server that caused the Front Page to be frozen with Pee Wee Herman on the front of the site. I guess... besides my animated head.... Pee Wee now holds the AICN record for longest amount of time on the front page. I will never put his image on the front page again. While I love his show... I currently hate that image.

Whatever is causing that problem.... well... I don't know what it is. Our tech guys are going through the code selectively testing and prodding to fix the problem. I imagine that by Tuesday (at the latest) the old front page should be fully functional again.

Meanwhile, I awoke today with a newspaper jab from local gossip bitch, Mychilled Coldcockring, that went on to disparage the Alamo Drafthouse, and then mention that it's the place where I drink beer and vomit it back into the pitcher from whence it came.

Well, Mr Coldcockring, seems to not know the story at all. A friend of my father was having a art opening at his house and was treating Dad and I and RoRo to mass quantities of various alcohols. RoRo and I left the party to go pick up Tom Joad and head to the Drafthouse to watch BLAZZING SADDLES (months ago). Once at Joad's barn, RoRo conjured up a bottle of 150 proof Jamacan Rum. RoRo then poured the entirety of it's contents into me and Joad and himself over the coarse of about 30 minutes.

Upon arriving at the Drafthouse I was drunk, but the Rum hadn't quite hit me yet. It was... too soon. By the time the citizen's of Rock Ridge liked their new 'Ni...', I received my pitcher of water. I began drinking it. Dying of thirst (too much alcohol... a profoundly stupid amount... dried me out) I emptied the pitcher. Then, after the Sheriff returns from a backroom eating binge with Lili Von Schtupp.... weellll.... I filled the pitcher like Edward Furlong in DETROIT ROCK CITY.

The Drafthouse had no part in my drunken state. And... I felt like a friggin idiot the next day... I never get to this state of drunk.. not since High School anyways... We tipped $60 because of what happened with me. I neatly kept it all in the pitcher, but still... nobody should have to haul something like that away. So... a $60 tip on top of the price of a free pitcher of water.

This is the danger of intense drinking games when your name becomes such that it may appear in one of Mychilled Coldcockring's columns... So remember kiddies... drinking till you vomit is a bad thing.

This was a notably uncool evening in my life, so of course Coldcockring, would bring it up. Of course, I'm sure he's vomited out quite a bit out of that hole of his.

I have to be awake for an early panel at the film festival, I'll try to get some more updates going soon for ya. Perhaps before the film out at the Arbor tomorrow night. Bye...