Yes, yes, yes... I know adoring fans I have been missed. The truth is I was encapsulated in a time machine and am now just emerging from a long journey through the space time continuum.
Okay, I am a liar.. I have been a lazy uninspired individual. In the time I returned from Europe I found myself moving twice, back to Bend, then down to LA. I have settled into a new career, and the chaos of this city consumed me wholly. Tonight however I find asylum in music and the written word.
I gave up coffee.. yes incredible I know. How the liquid black gold will never pass these lips again makes me cringe, but for my health I have switched to Mate' and it seems to do the same trick, if only it tasted as phenomenally delicious. What the hell am I going to do when I visit Seattle??? That's it.. I will just have to suffer and embrace Stumptown.
My fingers are like rusty joints attempting to crank out the written word... this is not like riding a bike, I have to be witty and come up with interesting things to discuss.. not that I ever did, but who cares it was good for me.
This new place, this dark cit, clouded by individuals with blinders, focused on a four inch frame of few that only incorporates their lives problems and avoids human interaction that doesn't include obscene words or gestures. This city, is not like I am used to, and it consumes you, your spirit and being. But at least my apartment is kick ass... Though I could go without the whole drunkards leaving the local bar and depositing vomit and urine outside my window each Friday and Saturday evening... oh and what a joy, I caught a homeless man dropping a deuce right across from my back gate, and I am talking straight shot of everything... I managed to scare him off and even threatened to the point that he picked up his prize and took it with him.. yeah, point for Mr. A...
The garage roof leaked when we moved in, and they were supposed to fix it... oh wait that was seven months ago... Today they finally managed to rip off the roof (only after my roomie and I woke up at 6am to empty its entire contents). Is it a win? Well, if I don't have to step out on my patio each morning to be greeted by a giant blue tarp, then I would say yes..
And I am spent.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Tanks, booms and vampires.
All the hotel room has to offer in the ways of black liquid gold is Nescafe.. Instant coffee has a taste comparable to liquid shoe polish, but after a long night and a rising at 2pm, shoe polish is a welcome commodity. It ain’t no Mr. T coffee though.
We have gone from shooting days to shooting nights here in Romania. I tell you, there is a sense of eeriness filming in the woods at night around the resting place of Vlad.. If any sort of thing such as werewolves or vampires were to exist, it would be in this country. Walking from the set to the studio along a dark section of road gave a little pitter to the heart, but then again I am a neurotic actor. If I come home and sleep all day and avoid mirrors and anything with garlic, please bring it to my attention. Check my teeth before you drive the stake though, oh wait I already have a few pointed ones oddly enough. All I need is blood lust and I am all set. It is cloudy, as I look out my window upon Bucharest bustling below. Even for a Sunday the main artery running below my hotel room fills this man made gorge of shops and apartments with a steady flow of cars.
Last night was a battle scene on the streets of Castel Studios. We had zee Russians vs. zee Nazis.. Russians having a tank.. Well you can figure who became the victor of the conflict. It was an awesome experience to see a tank shoot and explode a pile of rubble down the war torn street.. Stuntmen flying through the air as an effect of a ball of flames. Simply amazing.
I haven’t got the official word, but it looks as if I will be here another week. I have been keeping in touch with my cohorts via this interweb in regards to the next project that my attention will switch to when this comes to an end. I am however taking at least a week to play before jumping back into film work. I plan to finish the year out with an aggressive attitude towards film making, both in acting and in production. Go art!
The heat forces me to run the AC all night, which in turn makes for a lovely drip in the back of my throat in the morning. With a constant sniffle, occasional snort, and rare clearing of the throat, it is such a glorious experience. The taste of Nescafe doesn’t help either, Salty, slimy shoe polish.. what a wonderful thought, sorry.
I have until a quarter til eight tonight to putz around. I think I may go down to old Bucharest, but everyone I call in the hotel seems to be lying in bed still, preparing for another night in the war torn streets. Perhaps it is the dry sandwiches at three am, or the coffee that has been sitting for hours on end, or the sitting and waiting and waiting. Whatever it is that makes them rumble and groan before hand it seems to be washed away by the camaraderie and sense of wow at how glorious of a job the art department and effects have done. Nothing brings out the boy in you better than a big explosion and ball of fire, or ratt-a-tat of a machine gun. None the less, soon enough we will all part and I will head back across the pond, and they will head back to their island edging the Atlantic that separates us. Our weeks of experiences though will be captured in an hour and a half story that we were merely players in.
We have gone from shooting days to shooting nights here in Romania. I tell you, there is a sense of eeriness filming in the woods at night around the resting place of Vlad.. If any sort of thing such as werewolves or vampires were to exist, it would be in this country. Walking from the set to the studio along a dark section of road gave a little pitter to the heart, but then again I am a neurotic actor. If I come home and sleep all day and avoid mirrors and anything with garlic, please bring it to my attention. Check my teeth before you drive the stake though, oh wait I already have a few pointed ones oddly enough. All I need is blood lust and I am all set. It is cloudy, as I look out my window upon Bucharest bustling below. Even for a Sunday the main artery running below my hotel room fills this man made gorge of shops and apartments with a steady flow of cars.
Last night was a battle scene on the streets of Castel Studios. We had zee Russians vs. zee Nazis.. Russians having a tank.. Well you can figure who became the victor of the conflict. It was an awesome experience to see a tank shoot and explode a pile of rubble down the war torn street.. Stuntmen flying through the air as an effect of a ball of flames. Simply amazing.
I haven’t got the official word, but it looks as if I will be here another week. I have been keeping in touch with my cohorts via this interweb in regards to the next project that my attention will switch to when this comes to an end. I am however taking at least a week to play before jumping back into film work. I plan to finish the year out with an aggressive attitude towards film making, both in acting and in production. Go art!
The heat forces me to run the AC all night, which in turn makes for a lovely drip in the back of my throat in the morning. With a constant sniffle, occasional snort, and rare clearing of the throat, it is such a glorious experience. The taste of Nescafe doesn’t help either, Salty, slimy shoe polish.. what a wonderful thought, sorry.
I have until a quarter til eight tonight to putz around. I think I may go down to old Bucharest, but everyone I call in the hotel seems to be lying in bed still, preparing for another night in the war torn streets. Perhaps it is the dry sandwiches at three am, or the coffee that has been sitting for hours on end, or the sitting and waiting and waiting. Whatever it is that makes them rumble and groan before hand it seems to be washed away by the camaraderie and sense of wow at how glorious of a job the art department and effects have done. Nothing brings out the boy in you better than a big explosion and ball of fire, or ratt-a-tat of a machine gun. None the less, soon enough we will all part and I will head back across the pond, and they will head back to their island edging the Atlantic that separates us. Our weeks of experiences though will be captured in an hour and a half story that we were merely players in.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Adventure Bucharest
Greetings from across the pond. I am sitting in my hotel room in Eastern Europe, a day off from shooting and stuck inside, waiting for the hotel maintenance to come and fix the leak in my closet from the air conditioner, which kept me awake hours on end with it’s constant pattering. You would figure that a new, five star hotel would not pose such problems, but alas…
My time here has consisted primarily of waking early, hurrying for the buffet breakfast in the restaurant downstairs, shoveling in either an omelet or quiche, a big bowl of fruit, a yogurt drink thingy, and a latte (on a good day two). Then riding an hour to the studio, to sit in a trailer and await my use on set. Lunch on set has been great, I have come to look foreword to the new regional dishes served from the catering staff. The best of yet was roasted rabbit, but the beef in tomato sauce over polenta is a close second. The day usually ends at 9pm, on a good day I will get out early 6 or 7.. An hour ride back to the hotel to clean up, then a group of actors usually congregates in the hotel bar to head to dinner.. Did I mention that food and drink here are incredibly cheap? Seriously, a beautiful steak dinner and beer for about $17 bucks.. The dollar is still strong in some places, just not so much at home..
Dink, dink, dink.. (water trickles in my closet in the background)
I am happy that I actually have some time to sit today, looking out on the city of Bucharest and write. It seems as of late that my time laying down my thoughts is less and less. No matter how much I promise myself to take time out and communicate with the world, it gets pushed aside for some pressing matter such as what creative project will I focus my attentions next, or money… when you have a lot of it I am sure it is not an issue, but for struggling actors and artists it comes and goes, and most the time it goes.
Out the window I see the Bucharest Opera House, with its domed roof coming to a point aimed to the heavens, an old church, it's cross reaching similarly above. Between them apartment complexes with shops below, and pigeons, lots of pigeons, circling and landing, circling and landing, in search of crumbs or people to poop on… ah to see the world from above as they do..
Much of the city is in disarray, a byproduct of the communist era here. My guide book says that many historical buildings were torn down to make room for concrete housing projects… When we shot in Old Bucharest, it was like stepping back in time.. The streets had been blocked off and dressed with historical vehicles, it was pretty sweet. I went back the other day to see the street lined with modern cars, it didn’t quite offer the same charm. Still though, it is something I will never see back home.
Where the hell is the maintenance man? I want to shower and leave… Sigh..
Absinthe is the devil I have discovered. The charm that Hemingway related in his tales of Europe and his dabbles with the green fairies paint a picture of something romantic.. He failed to mention the horrendous headache that follows the morning after, yesterday was a wash for me. I do admit that watching the blue flames dance seductively as the drink is prepared is amorous enough, yet I think it is an experience I will limit in my future.
There are a ridiculous amount of stray dogs on the streets here. I am not kidding, a ridiculous amount! Even at the studio, dogs run rampant throughout the forest. They are friendly enough, I suppose that they are given scraps from people and perhaps run off by others enough to know to keep their distance until food is offered. I would hate to be in a dark alley at night with a pack of them though. The same goes for gypsies. Yes, gypsies. When the term was first thrown out by my driver from the airport I laughed thinking of Borat… But I have been warned about pick pocketing children. The city overall is safe, but there are a few neighborhoods that are ill advised to venture into.
Thank god… my leak is being addressed!
I do get rather bored on days off. Not knowing the city nor the language poses a problem as to where to go and what to see. I am adventuresome enough to just walk, and willing to cab it, but some of the cabbies are a little on the shady side and either overcharge or drive you to strip clubs offering extra services… That is nice of them to offer up ladies to me but I would rather not partake in those services.. Maybe when I am older and unattractive.. lol. It would be great to meet someone local to show me around, especially someone with a car. I thought about a rental, but they drive crazy here, so much worse than LA… I am sure I would either get pissed off or piss someone else off, or get in an accident.. I think it is better I hoof it around town to avoid hookers and fender benders.
The maintenance man has a belt buckle the size of a dinner plate… well maybe not that big, but at least a saucer. And I thought things were bigger in Texas.
So I am due back in the states the day before the celebration of our independence. I have been watching John Adams on the laptop. It is a great series. It makes me feel quite patriotic. Though I don’t think the British cast would fancy it. I have a feeling I will be here a little loner than expected though and may miss out on parades and fireworks, and the looks of wonderment on kids faces, ok mine actually when I break into my box of showering goodies.. sigh.. I am excited for the finally though, supposed to be tanks and god knows what else.. I am debating on stopping through London on my way home.. It all depends on time and money and what the production company is willing to do. I may just head to Seattle to see friends and my wonderful goddaughter. I have to be in San Diego again though by the end of next month to start filming the next project I am in. A short film that I am positive will due well in festival.
Well, the leaking I am told has been fixed, I can now lap in the luxury of cool air without having to pull my clothing from the closet or losing sleep.. and with that, I am going to shower and hoof it to a museum. Go art!
My time here has consisted primarily of waking early, hurrying for the buffet breakfast in the restaurant downstairs, shoveling in either an omelet or quiche, a big bowl of fruit, a yogurt drink thingy, and a latte (on a good day two). Then riding an hour to the studio, to sit in a trailer and await my use on set. Lunch on set has been great, I have come to look foreword to the new regional dishes served from the catering staff. The best of yet was roasted rabbit, but the beef in tomato sauce over polenta is a close second. The day usually ends at 9pm, on a good day I will get out early 6 or 7.. An hour ride back to the hotel to clean up, then a group of actors usually congregates in the hotel bar to head to dinner.. Did I mention that food and drink here are incredibly cheap? Seriously, a beautiful steak dinner and beer for about $17 bucks.. The dollar is still strong in some places, just not so much at home..
Dink, dink, dink.. (water trickles in my closet in the background)
I am happy that I actually have some time to sit today, looking out on the city of Bucharest and write. It seems as of late that my time laying down my thoughts is less and less. No matter how much I promise myself to take time out and communicate with the world, it gets pushed aside for some pressing matter such as what creative project will I focus my attentions next, or money… when you have a lot of it I am sure it is not an issue, but for struggling actors and artists it comes and goes, and most the time it goes.
Out the window I see the Bucharest Opera House, with its domed roof coming to a point aimed to the heavens, an old church, it's cross reaching similarly above. Between them apartment complexes with shops below, and pigeons, lots of pigeons, circling and landing, circling and landing, in search of crumbs or people to poop on… ah to see the world from above as they do..
Much of the city is in disarray, a byproduct of the communist era here. My guide book says that many historical buildings were torn down to make room for concrete housing projects… When we shot in Old Bucharest, it was like stepping back in time.. The streets had been blocked off and dressed with historical vehicles, it was pretty sweet. I went back the other day to see the street lined with modern cars, it didn’t quite offer the same charm. Still though, it is something I will never see back home.
Where the hell is the maintenance man? I want to shower and leave… Sigh..
Absinthe is the devil I have discovered. The charm that Hemingway related in his tales of Europe and his dabbles with the green fairies paint a picture of something romantic.. He failed to mention the horrendous headache that follows the morning after, yesterday was a wash for me. I do admit that watching the blue flames dance seductively as the drink is prepared is amorous enough, yet I think it is an experience I will limit in my future.
There are a ridiculous amount of stray dogs on the streets here. I am not kidding, a ridiculous amount! Even at the studio, dogs run rampant throughout the forest. They are friendly enough, I suppose that they are given scraps from people and perhaps run off by others enough to know to keep their distance until food is offered. I would hate to be in a dark alley at night with a pack of them though. The same goes for gypsies. Yes, gypsies. When the term was first thrown out by my driver from the airport I laughed thinking of Borat… But I have been warned about pick pocketing children. The city overall is safe, but there are a few neighborhoods that are ill advised to venture into.
Thank god… my leak is being addressed!
I do get rather bored on days off. Not knowing the city nor the language poses a problem as to where to go and what to see. I am adventuresome enough to just walk, and willing to cab it, but some of the cabbies are a little on the shady side and either overcharge or drive you to strip clubs offering extra services… That is nice of them to offer up ladies to me but I would rather not partake in those services.. Maybe when I am older and unattractive.. lol. It would be great to meet someone local to show me around, especially someone with a car. I thought about a rental, but they drive crazy here, so much worse than LA… I am sure I would either get pissed off or piss someone else off, or get in an accident.. I think it is better I hoof it around town to avoid hookers and fender benders.
The maintenance man has a belt buckle the size of a dinner plate… well maybe not that big, but at least a saucer. And I thought things were bigger in Texas.
So I am due back in the states the day before the celebration of our independence. I have been watching John Adams on the laptop. It is a great series. It makes me feel quite patriotic. Though I don’t think the British cast would fancy it. I have a feeling I will be here a little loner than expected though and may miss out on parades and fireworks, and the looks of wonderment on kids faces, ok mine actually when I break into my box of showering goodies.. sigh.. I am excited for the finally though, supposed to be tanks and god knows what else.. I am debating on stopping through London on my way home.. It all depends on time and money and what the production company is willing to do. I may just head to Seattle to see friends and my wonderful goddaughter. I have to be in San Diego again though by the end of next month to start filming the next project I am in. A short film that I am positive will due well in festival.
Well, the leaking I am told has been fixed, I can now lap in the luxury of cool air without having to pull my clothing from the closet or losing sleep.. and with that, I am going to shower and hoof it to a museum. Go art!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Older than I thought
Wow, what a day.. Spent the morning, early morning at that, standing in line at the county clerks office behind some newlywed cutesy couple who wouldn’t stop hanging on each other, only to reaffirm the fact that I am getting older and singler. Whatever.. After I get in, drop off my pre-filled request form, and sit for a mere (agasp) 15 incredible minutes.. I am called to meet a woman who apparently went to high school with my father, and was quite excited at the fact that I had sprung from his loins.. I thing perhaps she had a “thing” for him, because honestly, she carried on about how she lived mere blocks away and well.. I tuned out after that. Anyways, $17 later she awarded me a certified copy of my legal birth certificate, only to find that I am a month older. It seems the degenerate who filed the document with the county had switched to Sanka that day and forgot that the month had changed from February to March. After pointing out the discrepancies between my hospital document and the county file to my fathers fan, I was giving the response, “That is Tri City for you.” Does that mean this thing happens often?
Apparently though their office is unable to fix it, and after a couple unsuccessful calls to the board of health to file a discrepancy, I decided that my passport will just say I was born in February.
I then went to empty my storage, fairly easy task, only about a truckload… the problem was having to pull all the food items that the girl I had been dating took the task of packing for me (I was out of state working on editing a film and needed help). Never before has anyone that I have ever known packed expired food with coffee mugs, or a bag of light bulbs with coffee cups. Now I am extremely anal about packing, and I do appreciate her help, for without her I would have been screwed.. However, food items belong on their own.
That was pretty much my afternoon.. I could ramble on about bad drivers, but I think I will reserve that, plus I am ridiculously tired, and a tad taken by the wine.
Apparently though their office is unable to fix it, and after a couple unsuccessful calls to the board of health to file a discrepancy, I decided that my passport will just say I was born in February.
I then went to empty my storage, fairly easy task, only about a truckload… the problem was having to pull all the food items that the girl I had been dating took the task of packing for me (I was out of state working on editing a film and needed help). Never before has anyone that I have ever known packed expired food with coffee mugs, or a bag of light bulbs with coffee cups. Now I am extremely anal about packing, and I do appreciate her help, for without her I would have been screwed.. However, food items belong on their own.
That was pretty much my afternoon.. I could ramble on about bad drivers, but I think I will reserve that, plus I am ridiculously tired, and a tad taken by the wine.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
A little kindness goes a long way.
By George, the sun is breaking through the layer of haze… May haze, June gloom.. The joys of living on the southern California coastline.
So I am back in my “So Cal” abode, after a six week stint visiting in the NW followed by a week working in Huntington Beach for Vans. I realize exactly why I love the Northwest, trees and people. I find it straining on the eyes the miles of endless development we have here. Imagining this area overgrown with native sagebrush and well I don’t know what else seeing as so many flora and fauna have been introduced it is impossible to know what was here two hundred years ago. Oh, but we have history books that can tell us about it. So I am a little negative this morning. Some people just make my head spin is all. It seems that a fair amount of people here are so self absorbed and focused on their next task at hand that they lose their courtesy, failing to let you in on the freeway, or cutting you off, or not smiling instead flashing a scowl and distrusting look. I guess I get spoiled on my trips north, waking up to a view of the mountains, having people say hello to me regularly on the street, and no fingers on the road, well rarely. It makes me ask the question, “what happened here?”
Aside from that, I was cast in a show that I did 12 years ago.. Very funny. Have a short film I am working on next month followed by another in July, and hopefully another in August.. Say hello to someone on the street today would you.
So I am back in my “So Cal” abode, after a six week stint visiting in the NW followed by a week working in Huntington Beach for Vans. I realize exactly why I love the Northwest, trees and people. I find it straining on the eyes the miles of endless development we have here. Imagining this area overgrown with native sagebrush and well I don’t know what else seeing as so many flora and fauna have been introduced it is impossible to know what was here two hundred years ago. Oh, but we have history books that can tell us about it. So I am a little negative this morning. Some people just make my head spin is all. It seems that a fair amount of people here are so self absorbed and focused on their next task at hand that they lose their courtesy, failing to let you in on the freeway, or cutting you off, or not smiling instead flashing a scowl and distrusting look. I guess I get spoiled on my trips north, waking up to a view of the mountains, having people say hello to me regularly on the street, and no fingers on the road, well rarely. It makes me ask the question, “what happened here?”
Aside from that, I was cast in a show that I did 12 years ago.. Very funny. Have a short film I am working on next month followed by another in July, and hopefully another in August.. Say hello to someone on the street today would you.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Nunchucks and Knomes
Was awoken this morning at 5 am by the neighbor loading his trailer for the day with yard equipment.. And I mean a ridiculous amount of equipment. As if this guy and his coworkers were off to prune and trim all of Golden Gate Park. Which makes no sense as it is an eight hour drive. Forget that tagent, the point is, this moron chose a time far earlier than most rise to load a crap load of equipment chatting with his buddies all along.
Here is a novel idea.. Load everything the night before so your neighbors won't be awoken in the pitch black thinking someone is breaking in their house, or stealing their truck (bad neighborhood) or whatever funs threw their heads in the daze of being jerked from sleep. All your stupidity does is make your neighbors want to run outside in their undergarments flailing their roommates Samurai sword (oddly enough he has a bunch of them on display, nunchucks too) screaming "Do you realize what time it is moron!" Of course I just laid there thinking how glorious it would be. At some point they finished their racket and left, and I drifted back off with fantasies of shiny blades and “chucks” whooshing through the air.
Maybe I will just go to home depot and buy the thickest chain and lock they make… Oh no, it is 5am and you can’t open your fence.. muhahaha.. Whoosh of ninja star cutting through the air..
Anyhow, sipping a bit of the ol Mr. T café this morning.. That man is still bad ass at 56.. I mean, he is not BA anymore but still..
Still waiting on the production project to start, so I have spent the time working on pre-production of a couple of film shorts. Things take a lot longer when little or no budget is involved.. You have to work around when the people willing to help you for the sake of the art are free.. So trying to get a handful of skilled and free people at the same time is not at all a task I wish upon you.. So, I will give it a couple months before all falls into place. That gives me plenty of time to work out the kinks.
What is the deal with Spring? I mean, yeah flowers are pretty and all, but it leaves my sinuses feeling as if they were violated by a group of large inmates. I don’t understand why my “allergy” medication does not stop that spot between my eyes from feeling like some gnome crawls through my window at night with a mini-baseball bat and smack me four times right in that spot.. Maybe he just has relations with my nostrils.. Think of that next time you blow your nose.
*I had to add this in because it was funny.. Well at least the city guys thought so this morning:
I despise the street sweeper.. He is the only one who can draw me running out of my house with the home made bright green pajama bottoms my parents gave me for Christmas.. The sweeper guy actually stopped and pointed..
Upon further thought, if I were to come running out of my house in the wee hours with a Samurai sword, nunchucks and ninja stars ablaze, only to be wearing bright green, overly baggy, quite feminine looking pajama bottoms with bed head and no shirt chest rug swaying with my quick movements.. Would I look crazy or like a complete moron?
Here is a novel idea.. Load everything the night before so your neighbors won't be awoken in the pitch black thinking someone is breaking in their house, or stealing their truck (bad neighborhood) or whatever funs threw their heads in the daze of being jerked from sleep. All your stupidity does is make your neighbors want to run outside in their undergarments flailing their roommates Samurai sword (oddly enough he has a bunch of them on display, nunchucks too) screaming "Do you realize what time it is moron!" Of course I just laid there thinking how glorious it would be. At some point they finished their racket and left, and I drifted back off with fantasies of shiny blades and “chucks” whooshing through the air.
Maybe I will just go to home depot and buy the thickest chain and lock they make… Oh no, it is 5am and you can’t open your fence.. muhahaha.. Whoosh of ninja star cutting through the air..
Anyhow, sipping a bit of the ol Mr. T café this morning.. That man is still bad ass at 56.. I mean, he is not BA anymore but still..
Still waiting on the production project to start, so I have spent the time working on pre-production of a couple of film shorts. Things take a lot longer when little or no budget is involved.. You have to work around when the people willing to help you for the sake of the art are free.. So trying to get a handful of skilled and free people at the same time is not at all a task I wish upon you.. So, I will give it a couple months before all falls into place. That gives me plenty of time to work out the kinks.
What is the deal with Spring? I mean, yeah flowers are pretty and all, but it leaves my sinuses feeling as if they were violated by a group of large inmates. I don’t understand why my “allergy” medication does not stop that spot between my eyes from feeling like some gnome crawls through my window at night with a mini-baseball bat and smack me four times right in that spot.. Maybe he just has relations with my nostrils.. Think of that next time you blow your nose.
*I had to add this in because it was funny.. Well at least the city guys thought so this morning:
I despise the street sweeper.. He is the only one who can draw me running out of my house with the home made bright green pajama bottoms my parents gave me for Christmas.. The sweeper guy actually stopped and pointed..
Upon further thought, if I were to come running out of my house in the wee hours with a Samurai sword, nunchucks and ninja stars ablaze, only to be wearing bright green, overly baggy, quite feminine looking pajama bottoms with bed head and no shirt chest rug swaying with my quick movements.. Would I look crazy or like a complete moron?
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Fetish, cookies and cold coffee.
Well my past couple of blogs have been a little on the depressing side, so keeping in tradition, lol.. Seriously though, I have a cold and it sucks. I hate being sick, not that anyone enjoys being sick. Except maybe some weird S&M fetish who chews on used Kleenex out of the dumpster from the local hospital.. OK… I just threw up a little in my mouth.
My Mr. T coffee is cold by this time.. I mean it has only been sitting here a couple of hours.. The thing about strong black coffee is that it is only good when it is fresh. If it sits in the pot too long, it taste like the ass end of a yak. If it gets cold sitting around, it tastes like cold ass end of yak.. Either way is no good.
Girl Scout cookies are the work of the devil btw. My sister just brought my nieces over who with their GS skills finagled me into dropping twenty bucks on thin mints, samoas, and chalet crèmes.. I think the GS must have a merit badge in “ridiculous cuteness.” My nieces have a couple of these each. Being sick only weakened my defensives both against the power of the GS and my willpower against those godforsaken cookies.. Half a box later I hid them from myself.. Glutany is easy to fall into when your under the weather, you have an excuse to eat like crap cause you feel like crap. Lately I have been trying to eat better and today my diet has been a balance of fruit and garbage.. They cancel each other out right? Right?
I have managed to devote time in my sick stage to working on the second draft of my current screenplay. With any hope, I can get it wrapped up today and sent to my DP and confidant for some notes and a stab at a third and perhaps final draft. I am seriously going to try to devote more time to my blog, as I will be freed up more..
Damn.. I want another cookie.. I will just go dig out the Blue Diamond wasabi Almonds I hid on Sunday.. Sad that I have to hide things from myself.. Unfortunately, microbrews can only be hidden in one place.. the fridge.. At least being sick I won’t be tempted to crack open a Petrus.
And in the name of Crom.. my battle of the cold continues.
My Mr. T coffee is cold by this time.. I mean it has only been sitting here a couple of hours.. The thing about strong black coffee is that it is only good when it is fresh. If it sits in the pot too long, it taste like the ass end of a yak. If it gets cold sitting around, it tastes like cold ass end of yak.. Either way is no good.
Girl Scout cookies are the work of the devil btw. My sister just brought my nieces over who with their GS skills finagled me into dropping twenty bucks on thin mints, samoas, and chalet crèmes.. I think the GS must have a merit badge in “ridiculous cuteness.” My nieces have a couple of these each. Being sick only weakened my defensives both against the power of the GS and my willpower against those godforsaken cookies.. Half a box later I hid them from myself.. Glutany is easy to fall into when your under the weather, you have an excuse to eat like crap cause you feel like crap. Lately I have been trying to eat better and today my diet has been a balance of fruit and garbage.. They cancel each other out right? Right?
I have managed to devote time in my sick stage to working on the second draft of my current screenplay. With any hope, I can get it wrapped up today and sent to my DP and confidant for some notes and a stab at a third and perhaps final draft. I am seriously going to try to devote more time to my blog, as I will be freed up more..
Damn.. I want another cookie.. I will just go dig out the Blue Diamond wasabi Almonds I hid on Sunday.. Sad that I have to hide things from myself.. Unfortunately, microbrews can only be hidden in one place.. the fridge.. At least being sick I won’t be tempted to crack open a Petrus.
And in the name of Crom.. my battle of the cold continues.
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