gas prices

Gas prices are kicking my ass. It’d be great if I wasn’t clocking 60+ miles a day back and forth, but come the fuck on. Annoying. More and more getting sense of impending doom. Apocalypse, civil war, economic breakdown, whatever. 5 years ago during the debates I couldn’t see how having GWB in the White House could ever end well. The fact that my paranoia may not have actually been paranoia is starting to chafe. Practice your survival skills kids. I couldn’t be more happy to be completely wrong, and neurotic and whatever fringe psychosis I may be suffering from; but I just don’t see it. Although I guess most schizos don’t really have a good bead on reality. That’s why I stick to my element.
Script pages coming along nicely. Work is starting to pick up more, so I wouldn’t turn down a few more good daylight hours in isolation, but what can you do? Still in training, until I manage to get a regular consistant amount of work done.
Dead Like Me continues to rock out. Still enamored with the character of Rube. It’s that archatype- I sense he’s tortured in some way. Plus the mentor thing, like I mentioned to Meg and Jeremy; I’m a sucker for the mentors- it’s a whole Obi Wan Kenobi/Chuck Norris thing. Except without the Chuck Norris; I hate Walker Texas Ranger in the same way I despise Walmart- it steals my soul. Anyway, if there’s something I’m even MORE a sucker for, it’s the tortured, suffering penatent guy. You know…
Only the Penatent man will pass, the Penatent man is humble before God, etc, etc…
And I totally get the sense that Rube’s got that whole thing going for him. Patankin is really starting to freak me out in those cholesteral commercials. I keep thinking- WTF? This guy, who played DEATH, is pitching cholesteral meds? What kind of ringing endorsment is that? Death knell, that’s what… The madness. Will probably be tuning into Criminal Minds on CBS this fall to check it out. Not Like my regular season tv viewing sched is empty or anything, but I don’t know what the slot is yet, so we shall see. I’m also still very mad about NCIS. Crazy network bastiches. But yep, Rube is great, George is great, Mason’s great, Daisy is a bitch, and Roxy is great. I loves me some DLM.
Also can you people look for my watch? I cannot find it- I haven’t seen it since mid-July and I’m angry now. I’ve had that Daffy Duck watch since I was 16 years old, the first major purchase from my first real job. It cost 90 bucks and it’s one of a kind as far as I can tell cause I can’t find another one anywhere on tha internets. If one of you bastards in Greenville has it you had better cough it up now. I’m not going to threaten your life or anything, like I’d normally do, but rest assured…. thin ice. (This is me, being serious.)Searching for a new watch is a pain in the ass. The only one I’ve found that I like is like a 400$ astronaut watch that has a tachyometer and a slide rule. Yes! A slide rule! That’s the definition of cool, a freaking slide ruler. I don’t even know how to use one of those bitches! But if the oxygen exchangers fail in the forthcoming apocalypse, hell I’m gonna be prepared.
So that’s about it. I hate you all. (With one or two exceptions that have been notified before hand, or that have provided me with 27″ bribes, for which I am very thankful. Next time I buy the pizza.) Enjoy the apocalypse, I’m out.