what?

I lost my pick to the f-hole.
I hate when that happens.

I can’t really speak on human tragedy

I have a hard time being objective when asked to voice my opinions, and so concerning Katrina and New Orleans, a city I had always been very fond of, I’m going to resign myself to merely observe. I hope for the best, for everyone. If possible I’m looking into doing more, but that’s all I’m going to blog. It’s everyone’s tragedy- but I think people are just starting to get a sense of this. I suggest everyone think twice about what they can actually do.

I also want to pass this link on, if you’re feeling somewhat detatched:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/interdictor/ (http://www.livejournal.com/users/interdictor/)

The guy’s name is Michael Barnett, and if you don’t know anyone in New Orleans, now you know him. Check it out.

I was going to blog about my broken windshield and the rich plastic surgeon who won’t own up; but I’ll just drive around another two weeks with it broken. The crater is really starting to grow on me.

Shout out to Jonathan Thomas! I love you man, thank you! Hope everything is going well with you.

I’m out.

hate the world even more

If at all possible, I hate everything right now.

It might be wise to start wagering on the day I go postal and kill everyone in my path.

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.

space madness

Brain-melt Marathon weekend. Dead Like Me and the 2005 run of Doctor Who. For Friday night we did Sushi- and my first actual attempt at Sashimi (which didn’t go over well; I have a total consistancy problem going on), and then did BSG and Stargate SG1 which are Friday night routine. Last weekend Xiaoxin hit me up on the Dead Like Me pilot, which I loved and so I queued the Season 1 disc and after the normal Friday tv we did 5 episodes of Dead Like Me. Immediately after which, at 3AM, I insisted we go to the Waffle House, which we did, and it was very surreal (Since Dead Like has this reoocuring Waffle House location). Now I love Dead Like Me and it’s not even on tv anymore… *sigh*

Saturday got some work done in the morning, went back over to Xiao and Heather’s, watched Kinsey, and then 10 episodes of the new Doctor Who with Christopher Eccleston. By then it’s late so forgo the last three of that, and crash there, watch those in the morning. Another great show I now love, and Eccleston is already done with it. Always late to the party. This annoys me because I LOVE Eccleston now. Insane, quirky, happy-go-lucky and then ANGRY!!@#! Great disarming combination. I have a weird relationship with Doctor Who- My mom, she is like displaced British I think. She watches more BBC America than anyone I know, the PBS shows, loves Mystery! All that stuff. She has always loved Doctor Who, and that she loves it is one of my earliest memories. So I tell her about this new found Doctor love on Sunday, and apparently it was something I recognized when I was like 2 or 3. When the music would start I would get all hyper. This is strange because I rememeber stuff from Doctor Who. Vague images of the Phone Box, the Daleks, the TARDIS and stuff, but that these are images from that far back, that’s weird. Also told me that and the Muppet Show, when I heard the music, I would go nuts. Which I don’t doubt. Always felt some inner resonance with the Muppet Show, moreso than I figured anyone else ever did…

Anyway, Sunday after the last three Doctor Who eppies, I run some household stuff, jet back to my apartment when Megan and Jeremy are coming by at 2 and we do the WHOLE Dead Like Me thing over again from Pilot to Episode 6. This is SOP for me: find something, saturate my brain with it, latch on to one specific aspect and then stew while I wait to see my pet aspect addressed. And can I just say Mandy Patinkin, gah! So. good. What’s the deal with Rube? What’s with his shoes? His apartment? Cooking pasta? Rube! Why do I keep calling him Abe? But seriously, I love Rube. I need more episodes. I also need to stop reading the Wiki entries, but still, great stuff.
So two new, brain-melting obsessions to distract me, and top recommendations to all concerned parties. No movie recs as I’m TV’d upside the head right now, but Wedding Crashers has a lot of buzz being bandied about. Heh.