When I first started dating my wife, Dawn, she introduced me to some friends of hers, the George family. Mike and Jonelle George have a handfull of kids who, when we'd visit, would marvel at stories from my sorted past. Eventually, they told me I needed to write them down in a book, and call it "You're sick, Bill Mills."
Well, I haven't gotten around to doing that, so I'm doing the next best thing, creating a page.
This page will have various pictures, stories, etc. that don't really fit anywhere else in Bill's World.
Have fun shouting at the pavement.
The Sledge-O-Matic(tm)What do I do on a break after a cool location shoot at Huntington Lake? Give a sales pitch for the Sledge-O-Matic(tm) by showing what it does to a can of Dr.Pepper. Scientific high speed photography also captures it's power when used on a honeydew melon as well as other assorted carbonated beverages.
My current collection of eupemisms for
vomiting.Do you know one that isn't in the list? If so, please mail it to me at Bill_Mills@CSUFresno.Edu
Tornado Warning!This is my theory about tornado formation and prediction. If the appropriate authorities took heed to it, they would save hundreds if not thousands of lives each year, but they laugh at me and say I am mad.
GunpointAll about the time I took a mop to a gunfight.
The Flying FordAn interesting trip I took with my friend Greg Junell.
The Tale of One ArmHow I got my theatre nickname.
The DrivewayThis is the first of the "You're sick" Bill Mills stories that I sat down and banged out on the keyboard. It tells of a prank played on a good friend's father.
FireworksFor a few years, Dawn and I worked as volunteer apprentice pyrotechnitians, helping set up and light the annual 4th of July display in Hanford, CA. We'd put in a long day under the supervision of pyrotechnitians Don and Chuck Craft. One year, our friend Cristin Pescosolido toted around my video camera, and got these two shots. In this picture, you can see me silouhetted against a shell that had too weak of a lifting charge and came back to earth before detonating.
More FireworksHere's another shot from the same night. It looks as if it is daytime, but it was a moonless night. The light is coming from the falout from a shell that went off too low (that's what the white streak is in the middle of the picture). I'm the guy in the middle wearing camo pants, JT snapper goggles, and running up to reload the 5" mortars (we were firing mortars ranging from 3" to 8"). Kneeling on the right is fellow Hanford High 1986 graduate, Brent Iseman.
Steve Mitchell Cut In HalfMy wife and I produced a Halloween fundraiser party for one of our video/radio clients, Joy Vincent-Killian (she ran for Fresno City Council). It's been a while since I got to play with makeup (I was 'into' theatre and effects makeup in high school), so I really enjoyed creating this appliance. I was dressed as a Zombie (but I prefer the term living impaired.). Steve Mitchell, who was tending bar that evening (putting him next to a fresh keg of Bridalveil Ale from local brewery, Butterfields was a bit like having the fox gaurd the henhouse) was patient enough to sit through most of the evening in this get-up. My thanks to whoever snapped this picture, I can't believe I didn't take a camera.
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