It's three in the morning, and despite the fact that I'm tired and have a writing session planned for tomorrow, there's no way in hell I can go to sleep in my own bed in my own goddamn apartment. How could that be? Am I suffering from insomnia? Is there some kind of raucous party going on downstairs, or in this very place, for that matter? Has there been a rip in the space-time continuum just outside my bedroom window? No, there are four (only four!) people drinking and chatting out on our patio. So, what's the problem? Four people talking? What's the big fucking deal, right? Well, due to my own selfishness in wanting to move out of Los Angeles for two months, I had to give up my room in our two bedroom apartment and have now regulated myself to the loft, which has no privacy whatsoever and is situated on the way to the patio. That means that whenever a few people want to go get a choice view from our very nice corner apartment, they have to walk right through my "bedroom."
Upadate: I started this blog way back in March of 2005, and have since then moved. Twice. Now I'm in a studio in Echo Park, and while I have all the privacy in the world and I can go to sleep whenever, I still don't sleep all that often. Now I just stay up at night and write stupid blogs over at myspace. Why I'm actually finishing this rant right now, long after I got out of that place, I don't know. Guess I just wanted to publish another blog without having to think of anything to say. 'Cause honestly, I have a terrible fucking hangover. Oh, wait. Maybe I'll write about that now. Maybe.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Friday, February 04, 2005
Even Fox News loves boobies
From Salon's War Room:
Fair and buxom. You can't make this stuff up.
This afternoon on Fox News, Neil Cavuto spent a good chunk of time interviewing Focus on the Family's James Dobson. They talked about Dobson's efforts to fight abortion, they talked about the great SpongeBob controversy -- when you hear the words "tolerance and diversity," Dobson said, you've got to ask "what's behind it?" -- and then they talked about the awful influence that TV is having on our kids. Dobson said that popular culture is "at war" with moms and dads all over the country. Cavuto clucked clucked right along with him, saying he was worried about what his kids see on TV and didn't know what he could do about.
Minutes later, Cavuto was on to another story: A fawning live interview with two large-breasted women, dressed only in their underwear, who will be appearing in Sunday's pay-per-view "Lingerie Bowl."
-- Tim Grieve
[16:58 EST, Feb. 4, 2005]
Fair and buxom. You can't make this stuff up.
This afternoon on Fox News, Neil Cavuto spent a good chunk of time interviewing Focus on the Family's James Dobson. They talked about Dobson's efforts to fight abortion, they talked about the great SpongeBob controversy -- when you hear the words "tolerance and diversity," Dobson said, you've got to ask "what's behind it?" -- and then they talked about the awful influence that TV is having on our kids. Dobson said that popular culture is "at war" with moms and dads all over the country. Cavuto clucked clucked right along with him, saying he was worried about what his kids see on TV and didn't know what he could do about.
Minutes later, Cavuto was on to another story: A fawning live interview with two large-breasted women, dressed only in their underwear, who will be appearing in Sunday's pay-per-view "Lingerie Bowl."
-- Tim Grieve
[16:58 EST, Feb. 4, 2005]
Saturday, January 29, 2005
did you just call me obtuse?
The mystery continues...
Geoff calls me the other day and says, "I talked to MH, and she says she likes somebody else now that she has broken up with her boyfriend. I ask her who the new guy is, and she says it's a secret. Now this would lead me to believe that one, it's somebody famous, or two, it's somebody that I know. So, do you know if she's talking to anyone in L.A.?" I tell him that the only people I know of that she hung out with here were my roommates, and that they very well may be talking to her. I really have no idea. Of course, I already know that she's seeing a guy she met through her brother, and I tell Geoff this, but it started me thinking: Why would that be a secret? She told me, why wouldn't she tell Geoff? Perhaps he knows this guy and she doesn't want to let Geoff know for whatever reason. But that doesn't make sense, for if she really wanted to keep it from him, she wouldn't tell me since she knows I talk to Geoff. So... what the hell? I don't know, I shouldn't even want to know. It's really none of my business, but I'll be damned if this doesn't strike me as very odd behaviour even from my very odd friends. Oh, well.
MH will be coming to visit me in February, or so it seems. I'm excited. She is one of my oldest and best friends, and I haven't seen her in such a long time. It seems like every time I go to Texas, she's off in some other far and distant land, or the timing is such that we don't get to see each other or spend much time together. On top of all that, when she actually made it back to L.A., I was in bloody Ireland. So it goes...
This past week I had an audition with an indie rock band. I hadn't played in quite some time, (including the month I spend in Belfast) so I was a bit nervous about going into something like that so cold. But when it was all said and done, I played about as well as I could have without practice and I was offered the gig. Hooray for me! I don't know where this thing is going, but I told them I'd give it a shot as they seem to have some great potential, and I like the guys and the sound they're going for. (Think Trail of Dead, Mogwai, Modest Mouse.) If things do go well and I end up staying with it, we could be playing shows by the end of March, and that's something I really need to do. It may be my one and only true love, aside from... well, I'm just going to keep that one to myself for now. Not that it matters, but I don't know if I'm even ready to admit it to myself. Yes, it's like that.
A real doctor actually wrote this on a patient's chart:
"Patient has two teenage children but no other abnormalities."
And that is that.
Geoff calls me the other day and says, "I talked to MH, and she says she likes somebody else now that she has broken up with her boyfriend. I ask her who the new guy is, and she says it's a secret. Now this would lead me to believe that one, it's somebody famous, or two, it's somebody that I know. So, do you know if she's talking to anyone in L.A.?" I tell him that the only people I know of that she hung out with here were my roommates, and that they very well may be talking to her. I really have no idea. Of course, I already know that she's seeing a guy she met through her brother, and I tell Geoff this, but it started me thinking: Why would that be a secret? She told me, why wouldn't she tell Geoff? Perhaps he knows this guy and she doesn't want to let Geoff know for whatever reason. But that doesn't make sense, for if she really wanted to keep it from him, she wouldn't tell me since she knows I talk to Geoff. So... what the hell? I don't know, I shouldn't even want to know. It's really none of my business, but I'll be damned if this doesn't strike me as very odd behaviour even from my very odd friends. Oh, well.
MH will be coming to visit me in February, or so it seems. I'm excited. She is one of my oldest and best friends, and I haven't seen her in such a long time. It seems like every time I go to Texas, she's off in some other far and distant land, or the timing is such that we don't get to see each other or spend much time together. On top of all that, when she actually made it back to L.A., I was in bloody Ireland. So it goes...
This past week I had an audition with an indie rock band. I hadn't played in quite some time, (including the month I spend in Belfast) so I was a bit nervous about going into something like that so cold. But when it was all said and done, I played about as well as I could have without practice and I was offered the gig. Hooray for me! I don't know where this thing is going, but I told them I'd give it a shot as they seem to have some great potential, and I like the guys and the sound they're going for. (Think Trail of Dead, Mogwai, Modest Mouse.) If things do go well and I end up staying with it, we could be playing shows by the end of March, and that's something I really need to do. It may be my one and only true love, aside from... well, I'm just going to keep that one to myself for now. Not that it matters, but I don't know if I'm even ready to admit it to myself. Yes, it's like that.
A real doctor actually wrote this on a patient's chart:
"Patient has two teenage children but no other abnormalities."
And that is that.
the third hole is a milkin' machine that don't let go until it gets 50 gallons!
After three glorious weeks in the land of drunken lucky charms motherfuckers, (Ireland) I have returned to the madness of Los Angeles. I wasn't looking forward to coming home, but now that I'm here I feel better about it; unwilling to sit around and settle into a pattern of work, work, sleep/work, work, eat. I answered an advert for a band, and now I have an audition lined up for tomorrow with an indie rock outfit. Will the band turn out to be good for once? Who knows. It doesn't really matter at this point, for there's no longer any logical reason for me to get frustrated at such things. I'll go, do my best, and if it works it works. If not... Oh, well. It's just more practice, and that's good enough for now.
A few words about Northern Ireland: Yes, it's cold, rain soaked, windy, drab, and pretty much depressing looking at all times, but it's still one of the most wonderful places I've ever been. The people are amazingly hospitable and warm, and on top of everything else, they have the best Chinese takeout I've ever had. That's right, the best. I spent the first seven days in a row staying up until past half-six in the morning, drinking and drugging too much. Or, how much is too much? It's hard to say, especially when people are buying/handing you things from all directions and you can still walk and talk (for the most part.) Now I did see more to the country than the inside of a bunch of pubs, but I'm not much for the tourist way of doing things. Famous sights are all well and good, but I'd rather spend my time with good friends, and that's just what I did. I mean, I think I did that. It's hard to tell now, what with me not able to remember anything. When I get those pictures developed, I know whether or not I need to see a doctor. (Whatever you do, don't stick your dick in those three holes!)
This seems like a transition time in my life. I can feel myself growing further away Geoff [Edit 29.01.05. Geoff and I have spoken recently, and things are as they've been throughout our friendship, although he does have a girlfriend now and I suppose it's just a matter of time until I get shoved off to the sidelines. That's to be expected, however, and I really wouldn't want it any other way.] and closer and closer to Melissa. I have friends who live all over the world, and now is the time I'm getting out of this country in order to explore and evolve as a man. I may have, and let me just stress may have, finally grown up to a certain extent. I think I could actually have kids (huge step for me, even though I still don't want them yet) and I think I could take care of somebody other than myself. Hmmmm... it's probably best not to dwell on this too much. Let me just get back to drumming first, and then we'll take it from there.
A few words about Northern Ireland: Yes, it's cold, rain soaked, windy, drab, and pretty much depressing looking at all times, but it's still one of the most wonderful places I've ever been. The people are amazingly hospitable and warm, and on top of everything else, they have the best Chinese takeout I've ever had. That's right, the best. I spent the first seven days in a row staying up until past half-six in the morning, drinking and drugging too much. Or, how much is too much? It's hard to say, especially when people are buying/handing you things from all directions and you can still walk and talk (for the most part.) Now I did see more to the country than the inside of a bunch of pubs, but I'm not much for the tourist way of doing things. Famous sights are all well and good, but I'd rather spend my time with good friends, and that's just what I did. I mean, I think I did that. It's hard to tell now, what with me not able to remember anything. When I get those pictures developed, I know whether or not I need to see a doctor. (Whatever you do, don't stick your dick in those three holes!)
This seems like a transition time in my life. I can feel myself growing further away Geoff [Edit 29.01.05. Geoff and I have spoken recently, and things are as they've been throughout our friendship, although he does have a girlfriend now and I suppose it's just a matter of time until I get shoved off to the sidelines. That's to be expected, however, and I really wouldn't want it any other way.] and closer and closer to Melissa. I have friends who live all over the world, and now is the time I'm getting out of this country in order to explore and evolve as a man. I may have, and let me just stress may have, finally grown up to a certain extent. I think I could actually have kids (huge step for me, even though I still don't want them yet) and I think I could take care of somebody other than myself. Hmmmm... it's probably best not to dwell on this too much. Let me just get back to drumming first, and then we'll take it from there.
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