Spent most of yesterday shooting a little video for work in the swank presidential suite of the United Nations Millenium Hotel.

Production assistant was the spitting image, and I mean identical twin, of Lara Flynn Boyle, but with a much better body. One of the sales reps I interviewed looked like an even better-looking version of Elizabeth Shue.

This job mostly sucks, but it does have a good day once in a while.

bumble wrote:One of my best friends had some nasty tumor growth and required a complete thryoidectomy last week. Anyhow, today is a good day:

1) The biopsies came back and all tumoriffic crap was contained and she is now cancer-free. Fuck yeah!

2) She now has a bad ass scar across her throat which we're going to ruthlessly employ for talking trash in bars ("My girl don't play. Check it out, sucka!").

I finally cried, but I'm glad it was from relief. Christ. I'm going for a walk.

Salut! Bumble. This is great news.

(last night)

i recorded rap for the first time in over 6 years. and it was enjoyable! really nice people, payed me MORE than they owed me, and will continue to do so in the future. really easy, low stress work.

to be perfectly honest, i did not expect this.

my furnace is still not working.

My girl scored us free tickets to the Braves game last night. Very close to home plate. Everyone around us was in a good mood. A bunch of strangers just hanging out and talking and watching the game. The Braves had a great night, smoked the Mets 13-1.

Best game I've seen/been to all year.

My back was acting up all day. If I don't stretch regularly then my lower back muscles tighten up and give me all kinds of problems. At my mom's house I was grabbing the ibuprofen and she asked if she could help. I said, "No unless you have any codeine."

She had codeine. She handed me a small bag.



I know better than to take this stuff regularly. But sometimes you need to alleviate the pain in order to be able to properly treat the situation.

If by "properly treat", you mean take some codeine, drink a few beers, and watch Big Trouble In Little China, then I concur. It is an essential prescription for healing.

My friend phoned me this morning and told me about his bad nights sleep. He's going through a bad patch at the moment which isn't good. He should get out of where he's staying as this would help in my mind. Sharing a flat with an ex can't be healthy. He was woken up last night by an argument between two groups of the dreaded "Hoodies" outside his window. Nothing out of the ordinary there except for the gunfight that then ensued between them. Not quite what you expect in leafy Dulwich.

This is going to sound horribly nerdy, but today, with the help of a phenomenal coworker, I was able to make a tunable, focused electron source out of a cheap TV. We constructed the vacuum chamber from scratch with spare parts. It made me very happy and it made my boss even happier. And, to celebrate, I shot 9-ball for two hours after work, playing the best I have in a long time, and on the last break I sunk the 9.

It's the little things.


Jon

Yesterday I was browsing the net in my tiny studio room at home when I had the misfortune to open a page with that mind-rapingly annoying 'Zap the Mosquito' advertising banner on it. If you don't know it, it makes a speaker-wrecking BZZZZZZZZ-FUCKING-BZZZZZZZ-ARGHHHH-PLEASE MAKE IT STOP-BZZZZZZZ noise until you either click on the mosquito (I'd imagine this is a bad idea), close the page, or block the banner.

My daughter heard this deafening, horrifying noise from the other end of the house.

"Mummy, what's that noise?" she asked.

"Daddy's music." replied my wife.

Everyone's a critic.

last night at lambchop, i ducked out for a quick smoke. there was this crazy english woman, crazy drunk, moanning about lambchop being boring but she's just there 'cause the guy she's been into forever like them. she was kinda trashy and felt like an english fool.

then this girl from LA who is a friend of my pal william said to me "ooh, 2 english people!" and i said "where?", she pointed to two guys in front and i couldn't make out what they were saying so i hovered a bit closer. they were speaking a foreign language i cannot even determine. maybe it was a scandinavian language? i don't know. anyway, my point is that i met two girls who totally represented all tha bad stuff about where they come from.

stereotypes!

oh and i made a new band name called 'toothpick army' based on the fact, amtrak consider toothpicks to be weapons even though the allow the use of silverware..on the train the dining lady suggested to us that we get a coffee stirrer and just rip it apart to make a toothpick. last night we childishly imagined a toothpick army of terror.

that is all. i am going to try and find the buffalo in golden gate park today. wish me luck!