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Monday, October 30, 2006

Tomorrow Comes Today

As a child I used to loathe the years when Halloween fell on a weekday. This would inevitably mean less time for trick or treating and therefore less candy. Nowadays I am less upset by the mid-week occurrence, mostly because it means that Halloween turns into an extended holiday where it becomes acceptable to spend anywhere from 3-5 days partying in a costume (depending on the proximity of the closest weekend). Not to mention I also am now more than fully capable of driving to the store and buying all the candy that I want at any time of the year.

Anyways. This past weekend some of said partying took place at the Kibitz room, as I was fortunate enough to catch a few local bands perform. The bands were The Daves (who are 1/2 of the Whiskey Saints http://www.myspace.com/thewhiskeysaints), The Squares (http://www.myspace.com/thesquaresla), and The Mythical Creatures (http://www.myspace.com/mythicalcreatureslive).

All of them were outstanding, however the performance by The Mythical Creatures was especially entertaining (and in this case highly relevant) as the band consists of (as the name implies) mythical creatures featuring a Unicorn, Santa Claus, The Wolfman, Dracula, The Grim Reaper, and (i’m told) Zeus (who was unable to make it to Friday’s performance). Any theoretical resemblance between said mythical creatures and certain members of the Daves and the Squares I am told is completely coincidental.

I definitely recommend checking them out, and for those in the LA area i highly recommend trying to see them live as they give one of the better live performances of any local band i’ve come across in many, many years.

Then on my way home from the bar I drove past a bunch of people on Hollywood Blvd wandering/stumbling around drunkenly in costume. The highlight being a midget in a Chuckie costume. Well, presumably it was a midget…I suppose it could have been a child, but given that it was 2am I’m leaning towards midget (then again it is hollywood).

On Saturday I saw Flags Of Our Fathers, which has nothing to do with Halloween, but since it was part of how I spent my weekend I figured it deserves mentioning here. It was enjoyable but nothing great (the film, not the weekend).

Alright, time to go watch some television.

Happy Halloween everyone.

Monday, October 23, 2006

C-O-N-spiracy

so, it’s been pointed out to me by several people that a day after my latest blog post (re: television theme songs, or the recent lack thereof) that an AP article appeared covering this same topic.

now, while some might say that this is a timely coincidence demonstrating the relevance of my blog. i say clearly there is only one logical explanation…which is the associated press has obviously (unbeknownst to me) implanted a microchip into my brain in order to steal my thoughts to use for their own nefarious gains.

not to worry, i will take the necessary steps to assure that this aggression will not continue, and do not be alarmed if you see me in the future wearing an aluminum/tin foil hat.

otherwise, the weekend was good. saw a couple of films. The Departed, which was outstanding and i highly recommend…and The Prestige, which was enjoyable with some really impressive performances, but overall not nearly as good as The Departed.

However, at the screening of The Prestige i was graced with another celebrity sighting. sitting in the row in front of me at the Arclight was Danny Woodburn (better known as Mickey from Seinfeld). Who, unlike many of the other celebrities i see, was exactly as short as i would have expected.

Monday, October 16, 2006

We Now Return To Our Regularly Scheduled Programming

right. i suppose another explanation is in order to address my latest prolonged absence from blogging. i don’t really have one, other than to say i’m lazy (something that those of you who’ve read my blog from day one are already well aware of).

this isn’t to say, however, that i haven’t been busy in the time since last i blogged. on the contrary…two weekends ago i was back in las vegas for a bachelor party weekend. and you’ll notice two new additions to the celeb list (that is if you’re reading this on friendster if not…well take my word for it, they’ve been added) as nicky hilton and her beau kevin connolly were in town and ended up stealing our reservation for dinner saturday night. otherwise the weekend was a good time, but comments regarding events that took place shall be left unspoken (written) about.

as the saying goes, what happens in vegas stays in vegas…except syphillis, you take that with you (note to any concerned — syphillis has in no way shape or form contributed to my blogging absence).

one of the things that i have been doing with my lazy ass is enjoying the return of fall tv’s regular programming (sans the interruptions caused by baseball — which i don’t mind as of the moment, being that i am a mets fan).

there have been a bunch of really good new shows that i highly recommend you check out if you aren’t already watching.

Heroes
Studio 60
Friday Night Lights
Jericho
Dexter
The Nine

these new shows are in my opinion the best of the bunch and have all been slotted into my weekly tv schedule which now takes up aprox. 15 hours a week (not counting sports and miscellaneous shows that i don’t watch habitually). impressive right?

anyways, with all this television watching i’ve recently realized that tv today is sorely lacking in one area that once graced practically ever show on air…that is the original theme song.

now, i’m not talking about the opening score/sound effects that seems to be all the rage these days (see: Lost, ER, Jericho, Prison Break, etc.) or the use of songs that were not created for the sole purpose of being a theme song (see: OC).

no, what i want is a return to the days when shows had fantastic opening theme songs that could then be later gathered on to compilation cds of tv’s greatest hits. i think that future generations are being denied one of the great pleasures that comes from hearing a decade old television theme song that instantly produces nostalgiac feelings of days passed.

the original tv theme song is a lost art, and one that i believe that has greater ramifications for our children then most of the other problems in the world today.

years from now (if the world hasn’t been destroyed by global warming, nuclear holocaust, plague, etc) what will college kids have at their disposal to sing at 3 in the morning while drunk if television doesn’t provide them with any good theme songs from when they were young?

The Facts of Life, Different Strokes, Charles In Charge, Growing Pains, etc…

now those were shows with theme songs you could get behind and look forward to hearing on a week to week basis. these days there’s nothing even close to resembling a classic tv theme song(except for perhaps Family Guy, they have a fantastic opening theme song, which probably stems from the fact that without all those great shows of the 80s there probably would be no Family Guy).

in the course of thinking about this blog topic i was spent a lot of time debating with myself as to what the greatest television theme song of all time was. in the end i decided it was a tie between the theme from The Garry Shandling Show and Land Of The Lost

what do you think?

Saturday, September 23, 2006

me ♥ vacation

so, i’ve been out of town for the last week or so. I was in Vegas “vacationing” with the fam. I use quotes because these last few days have only served to reinforce what i knew prior to my driving east, which is that my parents’ idea of what constitutes a vacation are vastly different from mine.

for example, I enjoy playing golf while on vacation…I do not however enjoy waking up before 6am to do so. waking up at sunrise is something that should only be done (if ever) when going to work.

I’m pretty sure I could have gotten up early and not gone on a vacation.

this isn’t to say that I didn’t have a good time. for the most part I did (good parts consisted mainly of great restaurants, the actual process of golfing, as opposed to waking up to go golfing, cirque de soleil shows - esp. Love - and winning $200 in about 45 minutes)…however, i will probably need a week of sleeping to recover. unfortunately, this week will not be forthcoming as for part of this coming week my parents will be continuing their vacation out here in LA. There is, however, as of the moment, no golf planned. that said, i’m sure other reasons will be found to necessitate waking up at the crack of dawn.

anyways.

today, i spent the day running around trying to do some errands, which was for the most part a pain in the ass.

i will not get into this further, as there was little interesting to be said for these errands other than to describe the traffic that came with them…and i’m of the belief that traffic is, generally speaking, not something worth talking about more than to say it sucks.

i did, however see a very interesting license plate on a car in said traffic that gave me some things to think about at one point this afternoon.

the license plate said me ♥ tivo.

now, haivng been on vacation during the week when most of the new shows (as well as returning shows) that i plan on watching this fall made their debuts, this is a sentiment that i can certainly appreciate.

that said, i couldn’t help but wonder if

a. I ♥ tivo was taken and so the person had to settle for the poor grammar choice

b. the person has watched so much television it has in fact rotted his brain

c. the person was a foreigner and is still learning the nuances of personal pronouns.

or

d. the person is stupid.

along with his license plate, some other things of interest on his car were a large selection of bumper stickers (some of which covered portions of the car other than the bumper - so i’m not certain if these should still be referred to as bumper stickers or not). One of these stickers said, “divorce kevin.” I think this is probably as much of a clue as needed in order to determine which of the above scenarios is the most likely.

Friday, September 15, 2006

If I Ran A Tabloid

A few weeks ago (see post from 8/29) word began to circulate that Osama Bin Laden had a huge crush on Whitney Houston. Reportedly, Osama believed Whitney to be a beautiful woman brainwashed by American culture and Bobby Brown. It was even stated that Osama had gone so far as to discuss the possibility of having Bobby killed (whether this was intended to free Whitney from his brainwashing clutches, or to perhaps open the door for himself was never clear).

And now, yesterday, news outlets began to report that Whitney (after 14 years of marriage) has filed for divorce, citing the usual irreconcilable differences.

Now, i’m not saying anything, i’m just saying…

Whitney and Bobby manage to remain together for 14 years. Their marriage withstood drug addictions, numerous arrests (some w/ jail time), the decline of Whitney’s image (from the once queen of the early 90s to the cracked out lunatic of today), allegations of domestic abuse, and god knows what else.

Then a couple of weeks ago word of Osama’s crush is revealed, and yesterday Whitney and Bobby call it quits?

Coincidence? I think not.

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Sunday, September 10, 2006

A Brief Recap Of Some Weekend Events

The majority of this past weekend was spent catching up on some movie watching. I saw Little Miss Sunshine, Idiocracy, The Illusionist, and also got around to watching When The Levees Broke, the Spike Lee doc on Katrina.

All of these films were very enjoyable.

However, if you are a Mike Judge fan, and have the opportunity, i highly recommend you see Idiocracy, as this was by far one of the funniest films i’ve seen in years. I’m not sure as to what exactly is going on with the film, as it hasn’t been advertised at all, and i’ve heard rumors that something happened between Judge and the studio (fox) that is causing them (fox) to sandbag the film, so i’m not sure how many of you will have the ability to see it…but if you can, you should. you will laugh. a lot.

I also have a few new additions to my celebrity list. So, welcome to Bob Odenkirk (who was sitting behind my brother and I at the Arclight for Idiocracy), and Tori Spelling (who walked into Joans on Third briefly Saturday afternoon before — i presume — deciding it was too long to wait for lunch)

It’s actually been a while since i encountered any celebs in the flesh, which could be attributed to the fact that i don’t lead a very glamourous life and so the places i go to are not the types of places that celebrities would frequent. Or it could be attributed to the fact that i don’t really go out much at all. It is probably a nice healthy mix of the two.

Anyways, for those of you on MySpace who are unaware, I have been keeping track of all the celebrities that i have encountered during my time in LA. I am unsure whether I have the capabilities to post said list here in the same manner it is displayed on my Friendster blog. I will investigate this and get back to you.

But, for those of you looking to view the list, feel free to head over to my friendster blog at any time.

Also, for those of you looking at my list for the very first time, you may perhaps be interested in reviewing my criteria in determining celebrity status. And you can do so here

alright…that’s all for the recap.

Wednesday, September 6, 2006

Possibly The Greatest Thing Ever

this might be the greatest idea i’ve ever seen. unfortunately, i probably do not possess the moral constitution required to take advantage of all they have to offer. but, please, don’t let that stop you.

click here

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Correction Department

upon exiting our vehicle the other day, my brother and i were not, in point of fact, face to face with a 6′3″ transvestite.

the more accurate description - i was face to surgically enhanced chest, whereas my brother was face to bulge.

Friday, August 25, 2006

A Giant Waste Of Time

I knew it. I have long suspected that everything I learned as a child in school was a giant waste of time, and today my suspicions were confirmed.

For those of you who have not yet heard, Pluto is no longer a planet. Yes, leading astronomers had been meeting this past week to decide the fate of the solar system…and when all the votes were in, Pluto was out.

Therefore there are now only 8 planets, which are defined as:

“a celestial body that is in orbit around the sun, has sufficient mass for its self-gravity to overcome rigid body forces so that it assumes a … nearly round shape, and has cleared the neighborhood around its orbit.”

Pluto, for those wondering, is automatically disqualified because its oblong orbit overlaps with Neptune’s. It will now instead be reclassified as a “dwarf planet.”

Now, maybe this decision might be popular among these alleged astronomers who had the final decision in this matter, but i worry that this is a slippery slope we’ve started down, and to be honest i am downright fearful of what else might prove to be useless in the coming years.

Just think how many minutes were wasted trying to learn the planets way back when. Time that could have been spent doing more important things like playing video games, or watching tv, or eating crayons (or however else you chose to spend your free time as a child). I imagine that at least 5-10 minutes could have been saved had I needed to only learn 8 planets as opposed to (the at the time correct amount of) nine.

And I ask you, what’s next?

Will they decide in a few years that Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species is no longer the proper way to classify things in Biology? Will I be forced to come up with some other mnemonic device besides King Phillip Came Over From Great Spain in order to sort it out? How long will that take?

Am I going to wake up tomorrow and find out some new element has been discovered to the periodic table? That it slides in between Selenium and Bromine. And now Bromine has become 36, and Krypton is 37, and Rubidium 38, etc…

Or, perhaps someone is going to finally declare once and for all that Grover Cleveland should only be counted one time as President, and that all the other numbers from 22 on are one off (because even if he was elected to 2 non-consecutive terms, he is still only one man and so really there’s only been 42 men to ever hold the office).

Where will it end?

Is nothing sacred?

I will tell you that looking back this evening on all the time I (potentially) wasted, I am extremely grateful for one thing…

That I refused to attempt to learn the metric system. A decision, which I might add, that led to a D for one marking period in 7th grade.

Ms. Hennessey, my science teacher, did not accept my logic that Americans didn’t need to learn the metric system because as the leaders of the free world other countries would adapt to whatever system of measurements we wanted to use.

And that there was no chance the metric system would ever become the dominant system of measuring in the United States, and therefore it was foolish to spend the time trying to learn all the conversions.

I remember she laughed at me, telling me that I had a narrow view of the importance of the metric system and that someday in the future I’d be grateful that I knew that 100 feet is equal to 3.05 dekameters or approximately 30.5 meters.

Well, who’s laughing now Ms. Hennessey? Who’s laughing now?

Thursday, August 17, 2006

ew to area. looking for adventurous playmates. clean and fun.

so, my time at myspace is going well so far…which isn’t to say that there hasn’t been any issues.

seems like myspace and macs do not get along very well…as although (at myspace’s suggestion) i am using either safari or firefox as my browser, i’ve still been having trouble loading pages and viewing images. in fact, at one point this afternoon my account was shut down for “maintenance” due to the high volume of error messages they kept receiving from my computer.

anyways, it seems to have been worked out (as evidenced by my ability to post this blog).

the other issue that i’m dealing with (and only slightly less annoying) is the large number of friend requests i keep getting from the apparently large number of nymphomaniacs who when they’re not “banging complete strangers,” spend their free time using myspace.

most of these women have names like kiana, lena, tami, faith, etc.

and you have to wonder about what goes through people’s minds when they bestow one of these aforementioned names on their daughters at their births. they really aren’t giving them too many options down the road.

take faith for example…with that name, that girl was pretty much guaranteed a life of either an extremely devout religious person or a total whore. 50-50. and i ask, as a parent, are those odds you’re comfortable with?

the other thing that confuses me, is that all of these women apparently have the same learning disability…that is the inability to use the letter n as the first letter in a word. as they all claim they are “ew to area,” whereas i suspect they really mean they are new (though even this claim is probably suspect).

i wonder if this is a documented disabilty. perhaps it might be found in the same family as heinsbergen syndrome?

whatever the case maybe…ladies, i wish you all the best of luck, however i must regretfully decline your request to be my friend.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Late Night Groceries

last evening, for a change, i decided to do some grocery shopping at 11:30pm. this decision was precipitated by the fact that lately grocery shopping has taken up way too much time during my days, thereby hindering my ability to do a lot of writing (I suppose the size of my fridge is also playing a part - as the inability to keep large amounts of food on hand is obviously directly related to the frequency with which grocery shopping is required).

thankfully, here in Hollywood there is a 24 hour Ralphs close by that makes late night grocery shopping possible.

now, as many of you are aware, Hollywood is filled with freaks, and apparently this segment of the population tend to comprise the majority of customers who do their grocery shopping late at night.

but the strange thing about being in a grocery store full of freaks is how immune or numb everyone seems to be to the behavior of some.

por ejemplo, there was a gentleman whose, as far as i can tell, sole purpose in the store last night was to walk up down every aisle while repeating the phrase, “where are the cookies?”

now, normally, this sort of behavior would, during the day at any rate, lead to more than just myself stopping their shopping to observe…and yet, as he continued to mumble, I seemed to be the only one paying any attention to his behavior (fyi — upon discovering the cookies he proclaimed, “here they are.” at which point he then left the store).

i suppose if you do your shopping late at night, you just come to expect this kind of thing…though i would imagine that no matter how often i saw a man walking up and down the aisles mumbling to himself about the location of baked goods, i would still continue to stop whatever it was that i was in the middle of in order to observe (perhaps, that’s just me).

either way, i think there might be a new time for grocery shopping in my life.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Embracing Technology

I’ve been resisting this for a while now, but it seems like my defenses are starting to wear thin. I think that I am finally going to break down and create a MySpace page.

Back when the initial Friendster and MySpace page craze hit, I declined any participation on the basis that I was looking to avoid contact with a certain element of people that I had been exposed to in the past and who you could say existed on the outer fringes of my social circle.

My thinking was that I didn’t want these people knowing anything at all about my life, and though it was bad enough that they continued (to some extent) to inquire from my friends as to what I was up to, I didn’t think I needed to facilitate this task and provide all the information they were seeking with the few clicks of a mouse.

Eventually, however, I felt that there was enough distance between me and said element (both literally and figuratively as my move across country came) and I relented to sign up here at Friendster so that I could hopefully utilize one more tool at my disposal thanks to the wonders to technology in order to try and keep up with the group of people who I still wanted in my life.

Now, I believe I’ve reached a point where the only people who would care to check out what was going on in my life (as much as one can on either Friendster or MySpace) are the people who I care about and vice versa, as well as complete strangers…which is exactly how these things should be.

And so, after some soul searching I believe it is time to add a MySpace page to part of my online existence. I think that if all my friends were on Friendster this would be a non-issue, however, there are in fact a portion of people i know who only belong to MySpace. And so we exist together but in a state of disconnect here on the social pages of the internet, and so I look to once again bridge the technological space that keeps us apart.

MySpace here I come.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

The Descent

If you are looking for a really disturbing way to spend an hour and a half go see The Descent.

I saw this film earlier this afternoon, and believe me when i tell you, it is one of the best horror films you will ever see. Well made, extremely scary, with an artistic aesthetic foreign to most films of this genre made today.

I don’t really have too much else to say, as i’m not really looking to discuss the film itself anymore than i already have in this venue.

But, trust me, if you like horror/scary films, run, do not walk, to the theater and see this film. You won’t be disappointed. You will be disturbed.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

The Fate Of The World

I cut my finger this evening. sliced it open on the part of the aluminum foil box that is normally used to help tear the foil off cleanly. it hurt. however, i will not let it affect my good mood. why am i in a good mood you ask? because today i read that paris hilton has decided to become celibate for the next year.

this is, in fact, some of the greatest news i’ve heard in a long time. i know the odds are slim, but perhaps paris will find the celibate life so rewarding and fulfilling that she’ll decide to keep it up for longer than a year. maybe she’ll eventually decide that this is how she wants to live the rest of her life. this would be the greatest thing ever, as this would mean that she will bare no offspring.

the world is already a whole lot worse off now that britney spears is popping out babies left and right…perhaps if paris hilton decides to never have children this will help to balance out the number of people who are doing all they can to destroy the solid principles of darwinism that are supposed to help us get better/stronger/smarter in the future.

sure, we’re still one of the greatest nations in the world at the moment…but you wait and see how great we are the more britney and k-fed contribute to the gene pool.

so, if paris hilton can somehow manage to keep this up, i for one will never again say that she has not done anything for the greater good.

Monday, August 7, 2006

Killing Time In The Airport

killing some time in the jet blue terminal at jfk, getting ready to fly back to LA, so i thought i’d do some blogging.

there are whispers of storms in the late afternoon forecast, so hopefully my flight gets out of here on time or at least without any significant delays.

the trip back east was good. saw spamalot which i thoroughly enjoyed. attended the wedding, a good time had by all. saw my friends and fam. and caught the mets game last night as the mets beat the phils 8-1.

you might have noticed that there is a link to one of my films now up on my profile, so if you haven’t checked it out yet, feel free. you’ll also get to see me interviewed afterwards, not to mention i’m sporting some kick ass long hair which took me about 8 months to grow out. these days my hair is much shorter, so for those people looking for physical evidence of my alleged long haired days, there you have it.

alright, about 40 min till boarding begins, so i’m gonna go and see about grabbing some food for my on flight meal.

later kids.

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

Eastward Bound

I’m off to the East Coast for about a week as I attend my cousin’s wedding on Friday and then spend the rest of the days with friends and the fam…

so blogging will probably be on hiatus until i return.

in other news…i am done teaching the tykes…and needless to say, i am a lot happier now that my days no longer begin at 5:30 and consist of nearly 3 hours driving to and from work.

anyways…that’s really all i gots at the moment…

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

How To Pee

The following article was brought to my attention (thank you julie) in regards to my previous post regarding the bare-assed urinating asian child i was encountering in the school’s bathroom the past couple of weeks. I have posted it below, as I was having trouble with the link.

Enjoy….

One, two, poo in your shoe; three, four, wee on the floor

It may seem like a piddling problem, but increasingly large numbers of Japanese children, especially little boys, don’t know how to pee properly, according to Sunday Mainichi (7/30).

It’s kids way of wee-weeing that’s surprising some, with one elementary school first grade teacher saying that half the 18 boys in his class dropped their trousers around their ankles and exposed the lower halves of their bodies every time they spent a penny.

“Up until a few years ago, you’d get two or three kids a class like that every year, but I’m surprised just how quickly the number of kids who urinate that way has proliferated,” the teacher tells Sunday Mainichi.

“And, you know what, there are so many kids who have no idea how to use a urinal and will only go about their business on a Western-style toilet. Some kids don’t like urinals because they feel exposed, but I really do get the feeling that most of these boys simply have no idea how men are supposed to dispose of their bodily wastes.”

Many young school children refuse to use bathrooms by themselves. Others don’t know they’re supposed to flush toilets after they use them because they’re so used to having a parent, nurse or teacher do it for them.

“There are some girls who dislike using toilets because of fears about whoever may have sat on the seat before they did, which is kind of understandable. Some of the other reasons kids give for refusing to the toilet aren’t, though, like those who hate the seat being cold,” the teacher says.

“Our school only has Western-style toilets but, unlike a lot of homes, the seats aren’t heated and because of that kids won’t use them because they don’t like the feel of cold hard steel on their butts.”

Fastidiousness about cleanliness, to the point of obsession, is driving kids almost potty and ensuring they don’t use the, well, potty. Others with a keen sense of smell become standouts at the slightest whiff of an unpleasant odor. Still more feel the need to use an entire toilet roll to wipe their butts after each sitting in the hope they’ll remove any last vestige of poop remaining.

Kindergartens, too, are bogged down by problems caused by bogs, and these troubles are compounded in one way by toilet doors deliberately made with large gaps at the top and bottom in case something untoward happens and teachers can peer in to check on their charges.

“Some kids start crying, saying their embarrassed that somebody might see them peeing, while others are scared because of the gaps in the doors. They make all kinds of excuses not to use the toilets,” one kindergarten teacher tells Sunday Mainichi.

“Of course, we realize there it’s only natural there’ll be some troubles involved in toilet training children as the kids adjust to being in a different environment, but these should only be temporary matters. From the point of view of a childcare worker, we’re dealing with problems that should be pretty easy to solve.”

But the solution comes from the home, which many childcare workers blame for being the root of the problem. Parents, however, say they’re doing everything possible to get their offspring in the right mood, but it’s just not working out right when they try to bring things to a, well, head.

“When I see my (3-year-old) daughter squirming around, I know it’s time for her to go, but when I suggest we head to the toilet, she stubbornly refuses, saying she doesn’t need to go. If I forcibly take her into the toilet, she kicks and screams and rants and raves until I give up. By that time, she’s already soiled herself,” one beleaguered mother says. “After that, she hides behind curtains or in cupboards and races around so I can’t catch her.”

Parents are hardly helping each other, either, with successful toilet trainers accorded an exclusive status that allows them to lord it over their still struggling peers.

“Women who’ve got their kids toilet trained quickly all boast about their success. That leaves me feeling like a failure because my kid still can’t use the toilet properly,” the mom says. “I realize everybody’s different and some kids take more time than others, but I still feel under enormous pressure.”

Another mother points out a different problem caused by living in a land where parenthood is still largely left in the hands of women.

“It’s really hard to show a little boy how to pee,” the 34-year-old mother of a 4-year-old kindergartner tells Sunday Mainichi. “It’s not like moms know how to piss standing up. We don’t know the right way for boys to get rid of their wastes. Guys don’t wipe themselves after having a pee, right? It seems kinda dirty to me. I really, really hate it when I see undies with skidmarks in them.”

Some experts say the little ones’ laxity in the loo may be their way of sending a message to their parents that they need a little more tender, loving care.

“Some children deliberately urinate all over the place or defecate in their parents’ shoes,” a consultant on childcare for new moms tells Sunday Mainichi. “By doing this, they’re trying to attract their parents’ attention. I think it’s a sign from the kids.”

(By Ryann Connell) July 21, 2006

Monday, July 24, 2006

Nails

I have a problem cutting my nails. For some reason, practically every time i try to trim my finger nails i end up cutting them too short. This ultimately leads to my skin breaking just below the nail’s surface, resulting in a bloody painful finger tip.

I don’t know why I continue to cut my nails too short. Every time I sit down to trim them I am cognizant of my predilection for cutting them too short, and yet I am incapable of correcting this problem.

I am tempted to never cut them, so as to ensure my never having to deal with this problem again, but I suspect that this would perhaps create new problems with similarly painful results. Things like putting in my contact lenses would probably, eventually, become a real challenge (which isn’t to say that i’m one who doesn’t relish the occassional challenge).

Anyways…it might interest you to know that this post was typed with nine fingers, as currently my left pointer finger is out of commission.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Sunday Night Sleep

today started out with a suck….actually, the sucking began last evening. for some reason (i have theories) i can never get a good night’s sleep sunday night whenever i have to get up on a monday morning.

a few years ago i had a bout of insomnia — that was pretty miserable. i used to go three or four days getting maybe 5 hours of sleep, total. but as is the case with most bouts of insomnia, i was never tired during the day. mostly i just spent my days walking around like a zombie (a reoccurring theme here at the blog recently), a little disorientated and pissed off. at night i just watched a lot of television and spent many hours reading as i tried, in vain, to get some shut-eye.

so, it’s always with some familiarity that my late sunday/early morning monday hours are spent lying in bed awake with no hope of getting a good night of rest. however, the difference now, is that i wake up the next morning — or perhaps more appropriately get out of bed the next morning — really, really, really friggin tired.

I had to purchase a venti iced coffee just to make it home from teaching this afternoon — if i hadn’t, i probably would have fallen asleep at the wheel and crashed…i suspect this would have been bad, though it probably would have allowed me a few hours of needed sleep - assuming i didn’t kill myself, in which case i would have never been tired again.

usually, the rest of the week i can sleep just fine, it’s just sunday night that kills me. my guess is that my body is incapable of handling the schedule shift that the weekend hours brings. not going to sleep for a couple of nights until past midnight and sleeping till past 5:30am seems to screw everything up when sunday rolls around and i have to revert back to the work week schedule.

now, clearly, a solution would be to maintain a similar schedule over the weekend as i do during the week - this is in fact what most experts recommend for people anyways. but f that…it’s bad enough i have to get up at 5:30 5 days a week, there’s no way i’m getting up at that time by choice on the remaining 2 days (actually, experts allow you to sleep an extra 30 min without screwing up your internal clock, so technically i could sleep in until 6).

anyways - i don’t really have too much of a point here, other than the fact that i’m really tired right now. i did take a brief nap this afternoon, but didn’t want to sleep too much, lest i screw up tonight’s chances of getting a full night of zzzz’s.

alright…i’m gonna go now. i sound like a walking advertisement for ambien.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Zombies Continued

The verdict is in…

and “The Hotel Of No Return,” will continue. In a resounding vote against the tyranny of oppression that hoped to prevent children from their inalienable rights to make zombie films, all but one parent signed their letters giving the children in my class the necessary permission to keep working on the film.

some parents even asked that a lesson in censorship be included in the future as part of the curriculum.

ironically, the only parent who said no is the parent to two sisters in my class who coincidentally took the same class during the first session of this summer program (while i was teaching creative writing). the film that they made last session was about…yep, you guessed it, zombies.

seems like there was no problem making a film about zombies, that is, until the parent found out that her children were making a film about zombies.

the program director called her this morning to give her the option of removing her children from the class, after telling her that we would be continuing with the film due to the other children having permission. the parent said that she wanted to discuss it with her children first before deciding.

i’m guessing the kids will still be in class tomorrrow…especially given that her children (who, while extremely well-behaved and sweet) are among the several whose suggestions have bordered on the graphic and extreme…so she probably doesn’t have to worry too much about this class corrupting their innocence.

anyways…score one for the good guys

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Zombies, Hysterics, And A Letter Home

so, things took a turn for the interesting this morning when one (now former) student’s mother came to school demanding that her child be removed from my class and put into another program due to the “inappropriate material” that we are working on.

by inappropriate material, she was referring to the zombie film that the class is currently in the process of producing. I, of course, found the whole thing rather amusing, although the program director was less then pleased when the hysterical woman began threatening to involve the school board. citing the lack of concern for the children’s well-being by allowing them to continue to work on a film involving zombies.

the strange thing is that I have no part in deciding what material the class works on, rather the kids brainstorm to come up with story ideas, and then vote to choose which one they most want to turn into a film. Our zombie flick being one of the tamer options I might add (I would have hated to see her react to one of the other voted upon choices - a film about a serial killer who collects his victim’s hearts and keeps them in jars in order to get superpowers. or the one i was pulling for, about “terrorists attacking a school and killing off children until their parents stop making war on their country”). but even after this was explained, the woman suggested that my job as a teacher was to tell the children no they are not allowed to work on “scary material.”

now, don’t get me wrong, i have no problems with a parent dictating what their child is exposed to (in their feeble attempts to shield them from the horrors that lurk around every corner - the least concerning being zombies). however, i also am pretty sure that the extent of gore and horror that will be produced in the class will probably pale in comparison to anything that the child (10-11 years old) has already seen in their life (that is, of course, unless the child is kept locked in a bubble when not in school).

so, now, in order to move forward i had to write a letter home to all the children’s parents asking for them to sign the “permission slip” to allow us to continue with our zombie film.

as one child so eloquently put it, “that’s stupid.”

here below is said letter for your enjoyment.

i will have you know that the program director was extremely impressed by my letter writing ability, and she told me i was a very good writer. I responded by telling her that i would be happy to compose any other future letters home to parents as the need arose.

anyways, keep your fingers cross…we’ll find out tomorrow if the “Hotel of No Return” will continue….

Sunday, July 9, 2006

Things We Learn With Age

at what age do children learn that it is possible to use a urinal without dropping their pants to the floor? I pose this question because for the past week I have encountered a small asian child who is a student at my current place of employment who has not yet learned.

class for the summer program i teach runs from 8:40am until 10:40am before the students break for 20min for a recess/snack period. so usually at this time I take the opportunity to use the restroom, as I, unlike the students, do not have the luxury of going during class.

and for two out of the last three days (this past wed, thurs) I have entered the bathroom only to find the aforementioned bare-assed asian child relieving himself at one of the three urinals. now, usually this puts me in that awkward position of trying to figure out a way to stall for time, so as not to put myself in a position of having to stand next to him while urinating (this usually means pretending to use the mirror or washing my hands — which, needless to say, is perhaps not the best of choices as it puts me in a position where I cannot escape seeing his behind due to the position of said mirrors in relation to the urinals — however, there are not too many other ways to stall for time in a bathroom). and while this whole thing about not using the urinal at the same time may seem slightly foolish on my part, I have as a rule of thumb a pretty firm policy of not standing next to people in the bathroom while their pants are dropped to the floor (no matter what their age).

on friday, however, the nature of our relationship (that is me and the bare-assed asian child) changed. see, on friday i entered the bathroom to find it empty, and with a sigh of relief made my way to the urinal at the far end of the room. but, no sooner than i had unzipped and began to go, did the kid burst through the door and make a beeline for the urinal right next to mine. caught literally with my dick in my hands, i could do nothing but stand there as he dropped his pants to the floor and began to pee.

and there the two of us stood side by side relieving ourselves.

the kid finished up before i did, and he headed over to the sink to wash up. once i finished i too joined him at the sink area to also wash. he finished washing, and grabbed some paper towels to dry his hands. but, then after drying his hands he did not (unlike the previous days) exit the bathroom. instead, he continued to stand by the paper towel dispenser watching me. I, unsure of what he was doing, slowly finished up washing my hands and then turned towards the paper towels. and that is when the kid reached up and grabbed three paper towels from the dispenser and handed them to me. i took the towels from him, and as i did, he smiled, turned, and ran out the door, leaving me behind to think about how the handing of paper towels to a random person in a restroom and standing at a urinal with pants around the ankles are both things (with some exceptions) we eventually stop doing with age.

Wednesday, July 5, 2006

4th O July Weekend Recap

Some people say a watched pot never boils. This is wrong. I made pasta this evening for dinner, and the water did in fact boil as I watched. This was the highlight of my day. Unless you count the fact that my morning commute only took about 50 min this morning as opposed to the usual 75. Seems like some people were a little slow in getting back to the work week…Of course this did absolutely nothing beneficial for me, as I still woke up at the same time and just ended up sitting in my classroom an extra 20 min or so before the tykes arrived.

I hope everyone had a good 4th. My weekend was pretty solid. Some partying, some very necessary sleep, saw Superman Returns (ehh, it was good, not great), and topped it off by watching the most exciting Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest held to date.

For those of you not already aware, Japanese phenom, Takeru Kobayashi, won his record 6th straight competition, besting his previous world record of 53 1/2 hot dogs in 12 mins with a total of 53 3/4. However, for the first time since Kobayashi burst onto the IFOCE (International Federation Of Competetive Eating) scene he faced some serious competition. This coming from newcomer, 22 year old, Joey Chestnut, who managed to consume 52 dogs.

Clearly, this is a very exciting time for fans of the annual hot dog eating competition (as well as other IFOCE events), and I look forward to watching the rookie Chestnut continue to take the challenge to Kobayashi in the coming years, until he is able to once again, bring the title of Hot Dog Eating Champion Of The World back to America.

Oh, I also saw Doug Savant on my way to see Superman in the Hollywood Highland Shops. He was on the escalator behind me as I came up from the parking garage.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

It's Always Sunny

ust a quick reminder…

The second season of It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia debuts tomorrow evening on FX, and I feel I would be doing a disservice to all of you if I did not mention it. This show is absolutely hysterical, and I highly recommend you watch.

Seeing as how there is a shortage of good comedy on television, I feel it necessary to do whatever I can to support those that do exist, least they wind up cancelled (a la Arrested Development).

So, anyways, watch.

Otherwise, not much else to talk about here…teaching is in full swing…and let me tell you nothing says fun like driving over an hour to teach a three hour class in a classroom that has no air conditioning in the middle of the summer.

Ahh, the weekend…I miss you…please come soon.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Teaching The Tykes

well, my first day of class has come and passed, and needless to say i’m tired…my body is not a fan of waking up at 6 am and then driving an hour to and from work.

but, the teaching was fun, and the kids all seem to enjoy things so far.

I will say that 3 hours of class on writing in the summer maybe a bit more than necessary…so hopefully i manage to keep the kids from going crazy before the end of the session. Also, the fact that the classrooms have no air conditioning does not help in this department.

anyways…i realize this isn’t a very exciting post, but my brain is done working for the day…time to get some shut eye.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Quack

Things have been a little hectic over here the past few days. Since getting back into town, I’ve been juggling the continuing(and hopefully soon to be finished) process of unpacking and moving into my apartment (I know, I am really bad - slow - at getting settled), along with trying to take care of other move necessitated errands (i.e. going to dmv to get my license and registration changed) before I begin teaching again next Monday.

At which point it will be back to waking up at 6 am (ish) on a regular basis (or rather for a month and change until the class is over), obviously something I’m not looking forward to. Although, my bank account will, I’m sure, be appreciative.

Anyways, otherwise I’ve just been trying to do some more enjoying of my new surroundings, which over the last few days (and into last weekend) resulted in some rather “hollywood” like activities.

First, this past weekend I went with my brother to grab a bite to eat at The Pig N Whistle on Hollywood Blvd. Not the best of food (although the portions were quite large - for those who have an interest in such things), but the meal was decent enough, and it was, we figured, some place that we had to try out at least once (being a Hollywood landmark and all - at least, so says their menu).

So, while we were there, I see this guy walk out of the restuarant wearing a denim jean jacket and sporting a tooth pick in his mouth. And I’m looking at him, and I know I’ve seen him before, when suddenly it dawns on me…it’s the dude who played Lester Averman in The Mighty Ducks (parts I, II, and III). His name is Matt Doherty.

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I thought this was pretty sweet, especially considering my Chris Kattan sighting a few days prior, and my subsequent reference to A Night At The Roxbury and their reference to Emilio Estevez as the Mighty Duckman. And eventhough I think that (at least) the first Mighty Ducks is a pretty kick ass movie from back in the day, I don’t think Matt qualifies for the Celebrity List, however, as is my want, I feel he deserves some mention here…especially considering how badass he looked in denim (he still has the same ‘fro and pretty much wears the same glasses).

Then on Monday evening I went with my brother to the Arclight for the LA premiere of a film called Hatchet, which my brother worked on last summer. It was a very enjoyable horror film, with a lot of gore and some gratuitous nudity, quite the crowd pleaser.

Obviously, there were a bunch of “celebs” at the screening - anyone who worked on the film (actors, the director, etc.), including Kane Hodder who some of you might know from his turn as Jason Voorhees in Friday The Thirteenth (parts VII, VIII, IX - technically called Jason Goes To Hell, and part X). Also in attendence was Richard Riehle, another cast member, who might be better known as the guy in Office Space who creates the Jump To Conclusion mat.

Anyways…as I stated, definitely an enjoyable flick, worth checking out if you like that sorta film, if/when it gets distrubition.

Alright kids, I’m off to watch a little more television before hitting the hay…I’m trying to ween myself back to a normal sleep schedule to try and ease the pain of next week. This morning I got up at 8:45, however, tomorrow I’m going to wake up real early at 6:30 and watch the USA vs Ghana World Cup game. Then the trick will be to stay awake for the rest of the day without napping too much, so that I can fall asleep early(ish) tomorrow night.

Friday, June 16, 2006

The Man Who Saw The Mighty Duckman

Well, I am back from my 5 year college reunion and visit to the East Coast. Suffice to say it was a very enjoyable trip, and as always it was good to see my friends, along with some people who I hadn’t seen in some time.

I will, in the next day or so, provide more details into the festivities that occurred, but for now I wanted to just let everyone know that I was back home safe and sound in LA.

And, you’ll notice that Chris Kattan has been added to the List Of Celebrities, as my brother and I came across him this afternoon while shopping for groceries in the Whole Foods on Fairfax and Santa Monica.

It was quite odd, actually, we were talking and then all of a sudden I looked up and there was Mr. Kattan making some selections from the salad bar.

And though I was tempted to quote some Night At The Roxbury and scream out Emilio, instead I just continued on to the prepared foods counter to pick up some fish.

Tuesday, June 6, 2006

Yesterday

Not only are there adjustments to be made living in a new apartment, but I’m also beginning to see that living in Hollywood is a lot different than living in Santa Monica.

I had this epiphany yesterday as I walked into the Washington Mutual on the corner of Sunset and Vine and passed through metal detectors that were enclosed by two different sets of bulletproof security glass (so that you couldn’t enter the bank until the metal detector cleared you and opened the doors electronically).

It wasn’t so much the metal detectors themselves that caused the realization, but rather this was the culmination of everything else that occurred throughout the day.

The day began with a trip to Supercuts. I parked my car and stepped out into the parking lot when I heard a voice from behind me speak, “Hey, do you like rap music?”

I turned around and came face to face with a black midget (okay, so not technically face to face). Now, normally I wouldn’t refer to a black midget as such (as I believe the preferred nomenclature is little person), however, I refer to him here as a black midget because this is how he identified himself. Since I was just standing there, slightly confused, and having not answered his question, he spoke again, “What? You never seen a black midget before?”

At which point I was able to recover long enough to reply, “Uh, no, I just wasn’t sure if you were talking to me.”

To which he then replied, “Whatever, so do you like rap music?”

Now again, normally, when faced with this question from people on the street I usually say no, as I assume that they are about to try and sell me a cd they made. However, in this case, still recovering from my initial confusion, I answered, “yes, I like rap music.”

At which point the black midget did, in fact, attempt to get me to buy a cd of his rap music. Which, I might add, I was more tempted to purchase then I’ve ever been before when approached by a random person on the street hawking cds of their music.

Nevertheless, I politely declined and proceeded on to get my haircut.

After my haircut I headed over to Ralph’s on the corner of Fountain and La Brea. Things went smoothly inside right up until the point that I got in line to check out. I was behind an elderly woman, who basically met every single stereotype conceivable when you think of getting stuck behind an elderly woman in the checkout line.

A sampling of her conversation (pretend it’s in an elderly woman’s voice).

Elderly Woman: How much did you say it was?
Cashier: $74.97
Elderly Woman: I’m going to write you a check? (searching her bag) Do you have a pen? I can’t find my pen? It was here this morning. I never leave without my pen. I like a pen handy in case I have to write something down. Where could it be?
Cashier (handing her a pen) Here you go.
Elderly Woman: Oh, thank you. I’m going to write you a check. How much did you say it was?
Cashier: $74.97
Elderly Woman: Did you include my coupons? I gave you my coupons didn’t I?
Cashier: No, you didn’t give me any coupons.
Elderly Woman: Really, well, I have coupons.

Things continued from there for another 2-3 minutes. Normally, I would have probably gotten impatient and switched lines, but I was really quite transfixed by it all. The most amazing thing is that after everything was done and she had paid, she ended up taking the pen and putting it in her purse. I didn’t see her do it, but we (myself and the cashier) realized it had occurred when I went to go sign my credit card receipt and his pen was no longer there.

Then after Ralph’s it was off to the bank where I was greeted by the metal detectors and hard-core security. Needless to say this was a shock, but also I realized perhaps a necessity given the clientele in this area as opposed to the soccer mom’s and retirees of Santa Monica.

As once inside the first thing I saw was a rather tall guy sporting a blue mohawk, tatoos, and peircings screaming obscenities at the customer service person. I made my way over to the line of people who were all looking on quietly, as the guy continued his tirade.

Fuck this, fuck that, fucking government, the revolution is coming, banks will fall, all you motherfuckers are gonna get lined up against the wall.

Stuff like that.

And as I stood there and watched, I realized I was sorta okay with the fact that my banking experiences from now on would include a trip through a metal detector….

On a side note, I’m off to the east coast for a week to attend my 5 year college reunion…so forgive my absence if I don’t do too much updating the blog between now and when I get back…however, i’m sure there will be some entertaining anecdotes to relay upon my return, which thereby will lead to your entertainment, so really you should be happy i’m going.

Sunday, June 4, 2006

High Speed Pursuit

Just about all settled into the new apartment…and things so far are going quite well.

Obviously, there are a lot of adjustments to be made living in a new place. For example the dryer in this apartment is slightly less powerful then my old dryer. And by slightly less powerful I mean it took me close to 3 hours to get my clothes dry yesterday…but hey, as long as the floor stays dry and the ceiling in-tact then i won’t complain.

On the bright side of things, I can now see the 101 from my bedroom balcony and window. And this evening I witnessed my first (presumably there will be more) high speed police chase, complete with a helicopter shining a spotlight on the suspect’s vehicle.

I walked into my room, and noticed the helicopter and spotlight moving towards my apartment from the distance. At first I wasn’t really sure what it was doing, but then as I continued to watch I realized that it’s beam was tracking a car that was speeding towards my apartment (north) at speeds of what appeared to be nearing 100mph.

Soon the car (and helicopter) sped passed ending the excitement for about five seconds until a group of 8 police cars, sirens wailing, came flying by in hot pursuit.

I immediately put on the local news channels in hopes of seeing a live cut away to the action (hoping also for some explanation as to the origins of said chase — thereby allowing me to become more emotionally invested in its outcome).

But, alas, there was no chase coverage only the weather report.

For all those interested, it looks like tomorrow will be a bit cooler, sunny with highs around 85.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Moving On Up

Well, it’s official, our move to the Eastside is complete.

Apologies for the absence of blog in the last week or so, but as you can imagine, the move was rather time consuming and also came with a period of no internet as well.

However, now that I am all settled (well, almost all settled — there’s still some unpacking to do), blogging should resume on a more regular schedule (which, admittedly, lately, hasn’t been all that regular).

Anywho…time to get the day started and get some work done so that I can be relaxing in front of the tv this evening for the season premiere of Rescue Me.

Later kids.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

TV Giveth And TV Taketh Away

For those people who work in the industry, along with people who work in advertising, as well as people who’s lives obsessively revolve around watching television, this past week is arguably the most important week of the year.

This is the week in which the major television networks announce their fall line-ups after debuting previews of their new programming for Madison Ave. advertisers (called Upfronts) in hopes of getting sponsors to commit millions of dollars towards shows that have not yet aired.

For someone like myself (who qualifies under two of the aforementioned categories - though primarily as an obsessive watcher) this week is particularly important as it begins to give me some idea as to how i will be spending every night of my week come the fall.

Unfortunately, this week is also bringing with it much sadness (some extremely unexpected) as the new line-ups inevitably mean the cancellation of shows that I have grown to love.

Obviously, a show like the West Wing (a favorite of mine) won’t be back, however, this has been something that I was told well in advance of this past week, and therefore I was able to prepare for the loss (along with being able to see the series conclude with a sense of closure, I also have the new Aaron Sorkin show Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip to look forward to).

The same could be said for Arrested Development, which was also expected to be cancelled and therefore the creators made sure to tie up there major arcs when writing the last few episodes of this past season.

However, for every West Wing/Arrested Development that ends with some sense of closure, some shows are cancelled without ever really giving viewers the satisfaction of answering many of the issues they raise when on the air.

The one show whose departure I am most upset by is Invasion. The brilliant sci-fi/drama that ABC had on after Lost was, in my opinion, the best new show on television this past season, and arguably the most consistent hour of television as well (i never was disappointed by any episode all season long - high praise for a show like this).

Anyways, I found out two days ago that Invasion was not being picked up and this made me very angry. Obviously, because i like the show, but also because this decision was made after the series had finished shooting its season finale (which is now the series finale). At the time of the filming it was expected that the show would be picked up and therefore the finale was (along with being an amazing episode) a cliffhanger designed to spin the show in a direction that would lead to the main arc of season 2.

So, not only did I not get to find out the answers to the greater questions raised as the show progressed through the season, I was left with more questions that will never be answered.

Needless to say, I’m pissed. And quite frankly I blame those of you who didn’t watch the show. Or at the very least those 22 million + among you who watch crap like American Idol and Grey’s Anatomy but couldn’t find the time to watch Invasion. It’s all your fault.

If that wasn’t bad enough, HBO just announced that they were releasing the cast of Deadwood from their contracts, thereby effectively signaling that this season will be the last for that show as well. Which (seeing as how this decision was also made after this forthcoming season 3 has wrapped) will mean that most likely there will be no sense of closure for this show either, and I will have to watch every episode this summer with the simmering resentment that comes from knowing that all these (presumably) brilliant storylines will never get to go anywhere.

Now sure, I suppose the argument could be made that if I didn’t invest my life so heavily on television shows then perhaps i would not have to deal with such disappointment.

But you know what, if I didn’t ever fall in love then I wouldn’t have to worry about heartbreak either.

No, I say it’s better to have loved and lost.

But, seriously, next time I tell you to watch a show…do me a favor and watch…my sense of well-being is at stake.

Monday, May 15, 2006

The Last Flood?

My apartment has flooded again.

Thankfully, the flood occurred this morning a little before 10am, and it was contained to my brother’s bathroom and the hallway outside his bedroom (both areas that have tile rather than carpet). So all in all as far as flooding apartments go, it could have been worse.

Also, it was a lot easier to remain calm with the knowledge that we are outttttaaaa heeeeereeee. Later this afternoon, my brother and I are going to be signing our new lease, and although we were initially planning on moving to the new place at a leisurely pace over the next two weeks, we can, obviously, speed that process up if the need exists (which it now, thanks to the new flood, seemingly does).

Our new place is up in the base of the Hollywood Hills, a few blocks north of Hollywood Blvd. just west of the 101. I’m rather excited about moving to the new location — obviously we’ll be a lot closer to the “action” as opposed to the peaceful seclusion of the westside, so it should make for an interesting change of lifestyle (though presumably i’ll still spend the majority of my time in my apartment watching tv and writing — only now the option of going out will actually have more possibilities behind it for me to dismiss).

Anyways, as far as i’m concerned as long as the new place stays flood free (and since there’s nobody living on top of us this time - a big selling point, needless to say) we should be in decent shape.

Well…I suppose i’ll take my leave for now and go back to work and wait for the plumber/cleaning people to arrive…

ahh, there’s the phone ringing now.

Tuesday, May 9, 2006

Magic Man And A Rabbit

Well, the David Blaine special was enjoyable albeit a slight let down. As I’m sure you are all now aware, David only managed to hold his breath for 7min 8sec, as opposed to his goal (and what would have been a new world record) 9min. Certainly seeing a person hold their breath for over 7min is impressive enough (though debatable as to whether or not it’s deserving of a prime time sweeps special), but the true source of entertainment in the show came from Blaine’s street magic segments.

In these segments he walks around to strangers performing tricks that make their jaws drop - or in one case make their teeth (apparently) fall out - and leave the spectators claiming that he is either a)amazing b)unbelievable or c) the devil himself…I like to think it’s a combination of all three.

Anyways, one would presume it’s only a matter of time before he does something that either maims or kills him on live television, so i’ll probably continue to tune in.

Otherwise today was a relatively quiet day, I spent most of the day on the phone setting up appointments for the rest of the week to check out more apartments. Which was productive, if not slightly less than exciting.

So, since today’s highlight so far has been Sportscenter, I will instead elaborate on my encounter with the homeless man dressed in the rabbit costume this past weekend.

I was having dinner with my brother and a friend in the 3rd St. Promenade area of Santa Monica and after dinner we were walking back to the parking structure where my car was, and as we were walking along, enjoying the evening and engrossed in conversation I looked up and noticed the giant rabbit sitting on a suitcase holding a sign that said, “Homeless American, Please Help.”

Needless to say I was rather taken aback — seeing as how it is not every day one encounters a giant rabbit holding a sign (or for that matter a giant rabbit sans sign). He almost looked like the rabbit in Donnie Darko, and perhaps he was. I don’t know of a lot of other work that that rabbit’s had since the film, so perhaps if he didn’t invest his money wisely he might be on the streets by now.

Anyway, the thing that perplexed me the most was that at some point this person had to have (presumably) purchased the rabbit costume from a store. Which (unless he found it in a dumpster somewhere - which is i guess definitely possible) would be, in my opinion, not a very good allocation of funds if one were homeless. Then again I suppose if the homeless were better at allocation of funds they might not be homeless in the first place…it’s sort of a chicken or egg situation i suppose.

The other thing that perplexed me is the decision itself to opt for the rabbit costume. What compelled him to go with rabbit over say a dog or even a bear? I would hope that some thought went into it, because chances are that guy is going to be spending the better portion of the rest of his life in that rabbit suit. That’s the thing about being homeless, you don’t really have a lot of options, so if you find yourself in the position to purchase an animal costume in the hope that it might get you a few extra bucks from people passing by, you better think long and hard about what choice you’re gonna make. Personally, i have to believe that i would have opted for something that didn’t have white fur. As nothing turns a homeless person in a rabbit costume from fun-loving to scary and creepy quicker than a costume with dirt, piss, vomit, and other street stains.

Monday, May 8, 2006

Back In Business

Whoever said, “nothing is ever accomplished by being lazy,” obviously had no idea what they were talking about. Case in point, my router situation. After several weeks of avoiding the task of getting off my ass to go out and buy a new router my problem managed to resolve itself yesterday afternoon when my router began working again. I have no idea what caused the sudden shift in my router’s behavior, nor do I really care. The only thing that matters is that I once again have wireless internet access, and I had to do absolutely nothing in order to get it (save for sit around and wait for a couple of weeks - and occassionally complain about the situation).

Anyway…I’m back.

So, it’s been a while since i’ve done some serious blogging and I’m almost unsure of where to begin. Quite a bit has happened lately, and there is much going on in my life that is blog worthy, so hopefully in the next few days those of you who’ve been starving for some of my posts will get your fill.

First off…I am currently in the process of looking for a new apartment. My brother and I gave our 30 day notice on the 1st of the month and now have until the end of the month to find a new place to live and move. Now, this is not the ideal situation, as normally I would have preferred to have had at least some idea as to where I was planning to move before giving notice on my current lease, but I suppose not much has been ideal when it comes to this apartment.

The problems arose when it was discovered that my lease runs out at the end of this month. My brother had been telling me that it ran through July. The reason for this confusion is somewhat unclear, but mostly the basis of it comes from the fact that I didn’t sign the lease until July. I suppose my brother was under the impression that the two months preceding my signing of the lease during which he had already signed (because he was living here, and I had not yet moved from Miami) did not count towards the 1 year lease term. Regardless of the reasoning, the end result is the same, we gots to go. Which I certainly am not overly upset about…as long as we find somewhere good to go to next.

The process of looking for an apartment is always enjoyable and entertaining if not time consuming and strange. You get a fresh start and can have your pick of things (which I am happy about given my better understanding of where things are now as opposed to when i first moved out here).

So far the search has not produced much but places that were either too small, in bad areas, or not worth the price being asked.

We did look at one really nice place near the Grove, but it was definitely too small…however it led to a rather humorous discussion with the landlord about the apartment later that evening. The landlord was an elderly woman who was very nice if not perhaps a bit hard of hearing (or perhaps in the early stages of senility…i’m not sure).

Anyways…i spoke to her 3 times before we went to check the place out, mostly this was because the day before we were stood up by a landlord and so my brother and i didn’t want to waste our time again - and needless to say she didn’t exactly inspire confidence over the phone that we could trust her memory to be there. For example every time I called her she asked who I was, why I was calling, and then I had to wait while she got a pen to write it all down. And each time I explained that i was just checking to make sure we were still meeting to see the apartment at 2pm, only for her to tell me that she couldn’t meet at 2pm because she already had an appointment at that time…at which point i had to explain that I was the person who had the appointment.

But, to her credit she did show up and we looked at the apartment as scheduled. Which as I mentioned was nice, but too small for the two of us (plus Socrates). So, we thanked her and her husband who showed us around and then left, thinking that would be the end of it. However, later that night I got a phone call from her asking me what I thought about the place. I explained to her that it was nice, but smaller than we needed. At this point the conversation took a comedic turn.

Her: Well, what price did you see the apartment listed at?
Me: Um, I believe it was $1850, but i don’t remember.
Her: Well, how bout I make it $1800.
Me: That’s very nice of you, but like I said it’s not an issue of price, it’s just too small.
Her: Okay, how bout $1750
Me: No, really, it’s not a matter of money, we can afford the cost, but it’s not big enough for us.
Her: What do you do?
Me: Excuse me?
Her: Do you have a job?
Me: Yes, I write, and I teach part-time. And my brother is a student.
Her: Okay, $1700, but that’s as low as I can go.
Me: Um…Yeah, again, it’s really just a size issue, but seriously thanks for your time.
Her: Fine…your welcome, but if you change your mind let me know.
Me: Okay..have a nice night.

Then I hung up.

Anyways…I suppose you can’t blame a person for trying.

There is a lot more to come in the next few days here at my blog including more stories about my search for a new apartment, Scientologists, a homeless man in a giant rabbit’s costume, and more…

but for now, it’s time for me to get that dinner thing started before i begin my evening’s television…which tonight includes the David Blaine special Drowned Alive, which I highly recommend everyone watch.

Until tomorrow…

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Stay Classy

So, i have a few minutes to spend some time on my floor and do some blogging…needless to say the no router thing is now the new issue in my otherwise (mostly) uneventful day to day existence…of course, since fixing this problem requires nothing more than going out to a store and picking up a new one, i really don’t have any reason to be annoyed.

I suppose in some way I was just kinda hoping that the old router would decide to start working again and thereby release me of the task of having to go out to get a new one.

Anyways…

As I mentioned in my last post, this past Saturday my brother and I made the drive down to Saint Diego to see the Mets come into town to play the Padres. All in all a great time, as is the case for any baseball game. The Mets won and Pedro threw a gem, striking out 11 on his way to the W.

Petco Park is an absolutely gorgeous ballpark and San Diego is definitely a nice place to see a game. One of the cooler things about the game was that the Padres were celebrating Military Night (San Diego is a big miliary town with Camp Pendleton a few miles away) and so there were a lot of military personnel on hand to enjoy the game. So, as part of the celebration the Navy Seals Frog Jumpers parachuted into the stadium before the game began. It was pretty amazing to see these guys jump out of an airplane and make their way down into the ballpark at speeds of excess of 60mph.

The other highlight from the game was that in between the 5th and 6th inning as the grounds crew was raking the infield dirt one of the crew members dropped his rake and broke into an (i assume) impromptu dance routine on the outfield grass. Soon the music was pumping and he got put up on the jumbotron as he busted out a whole bunch of sweet 80s moves including the running man and some sprinkler arm action.

Otherwise, not much else is going on my way…i’ve been spending the majority of my time writing (even more than usual), as i’m trying to finish up some stuff for a few competitions that i am entering with deadlines of May 1st. So, it looks like the next few days will bring more of the same…

I will, however, be sure to take some time to break for the NFL draft this weekened (or at least the Jets’ and Giants’ picks).

so until next time…thanks for stopping by.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

A Few Minutes On My Floor

Hey everybody…

So, here I am, back online to update my blog and also back on my floor (internet access is still only available by connecting the ethernet cable directly to the computer).

As you might have inferred from my previous comment, there has been no purchase of a new router…yet.

It’s a little after 9:30pm (PST), and normally I would be watching Lost right now…however, Lost is not on television this evening. A 2 hour Alias is on instead (a show that I do not watch), so I figured it was a good time to post. At 10pm Invasion comes on (a show that i do watch) so don’t worry about me, I’ll be able to still get some quality tv viewing time in this evening.

Eventhough i’m not watching tv at the moment, the tv is on in the other room, because i was flipping around while i ate dinner. So, as i type i can still hear the sounds of Predator emanating from my living room. Predator is of course one of the all time classic eighties movies, and my second favorite movie ever to feature two future governors (Arnold and Jessie) as cast members. The Running Man is my favorite — man is that movie outstanding (seriously, when was the last time you saw it, go rewatch it, it’s fantastic). The only other movie - so far - that has two future governors as cast members is Batman & Robin — and I don’t like that movie at all.

I’m not sure what any of this means.

Anyways…i don’t really have too much else to report. This Saturday, I’m going with my brother down to San Diego as the Mets are coming to town to play the Padres. Pedro’s pitching Saturday night and we’ve got pretty good seats, so it should be a good time.

Presumably i’ll talk more about it after I get back.

alright…it’s fast approaching 10pm, so it’s probably best if i take my leave and go settle into my chair for some quality tv time.

until next time…who love’s you and who do you love? (that’s from Running Man for anyone who didn’t know — and the answer is Gideon)

Monday, April 17, 2006

If It's Not One Thing...

So, the bad news is that my internet wasn’t working for the past several days…

The good news is that this time the internet being down had nothing to do with any more apartment flooding (which, the more I think about, seems pretty sad that my apartment not flooding lately is something that deserves mention as good news).

No, the reason for my internet troubles is now due to a router that appears to no longer work.

Currently i am running the ethernet cable from the modem directly into my computer, which is thereby allowing me access to the internet…however, it is also (due to the length of said cable and location of the modem) necessitating my sitting on the floor in my room in a rather uncomfortable postion in order to type this post (let it not be said that i don’t go to great lengths to keep you, my faithful readers updated on my life).

I suppose in the next few days a new router will be purchased and hopefully wireless internet access will once again be operational. To be honest, I was actually beginning to go through internet withdrawal…not being able to get online and get access to everything that’s going on in the world for a few days really was quite difficult. In fact, had I not been able to get access soon, I might have resorted to taking my computer down to Starbucks or something in order to get online…of course, that would have meant I would have been one of those people who spend an extended amount of time in Starbucks sitting in front of my computer with a cup of coffee pretending like i’m doing something important, something which i always am bothered by whenever i’m in one of their establishments (no matter what anyone tells me I am of the firm belief that you cannot get much accomplished by choosing Starbucks as your workspace - or for that matter anyplace where coffee and scones are sold in mass quantities).

Anyways….until i get my wireless back posting might remain somewhat sporadic…but do not be sad, instead rejoice in the glory that is this post.

Now that I’ve gotten my explanation out of the way i’d like to take a few moments to address some comments I received about a post i made a few weeks ago (about Tony Soprano and his use - or rather lack thereof - of EZ Pass).

My friend Jeff wrote:

I would have to disagree about the tony soprano ez pass thing. I actually think he would prefer not to have easy pass, because that would enable a way to track where he was traveling since it deducts from his account when he travels through. Seeing the nature of his business, one would think that although he would not want to sit in traffic at a toll booth on the turnpike, he realizes that the risk/reward of ez pass just is not worth it.

Well, Jeff…I have considered your position, but i would have to respectfully disagree…I was thinking about this a lot, and I came to the conclusion that if Tony were to take the time to think about EZ Pass and reach the conclusions that you have posited above, he would also be able to realize that EZ Pass does not track people’s whereabouts, merely account activity. Therefore, he could set the account up through one of his business holdings (like the garbage truck company - which he also relies on for his health insurance and W2 or the Bada Bing - which he relies on for his strippers) as opposed to setting up a personal family account, and then he wouldn’t need to concern himself with whether or not his activity could ever be directly tied to his personal whereabouts.

In other news, i’m not sure if any of you have read about the guy in Oklahoma accussed of killing a 10 year old girl as part of his elaborate plan to “kidnap a person, rape them, torture them, kill them, cut off their head, drain the body of blood, rape the corpse, eat the corpse then dispose of the organs and bones.”

if you haven’t yet heard about it feel free to check out the story here: http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/04/16/underwood.ap/index.html

the reason I bring this up is that the accused, 26 year old Kevin Ray Underwood, apparently kept a blog in which he discussed some of his fantasies, including cannibalism.

now…don’t get me wrong, i’m glad that this guy (if he’s guilty - which considering the dead girl in his bathtub seems likely) has been arrested. And, of course, i’m all for freedom of speech and using the medium of a blog to let others know what’s on your mind and all…but, i think it’s safe to say that when your blog contains posts like, “If people knew the kinds of things I think about anymore, I’d probably be locked away. No probably about it, I know I would be.” Well, then it’s probably time to stop posting said thoughts onto a blog whose very purpose is precisely to let others know what sort of things you are thinking about.

I don’t know…maybe that’s just me. Rest assured however, i have no thoughts - stated or otherwise - about planning to kidnap a person, rape them, torture them, kill them, cut off their head, drain the body of blood, rape the corpse, eat the corpse then dispose of the organs and bones (that is of course other than that the all of the above is wrong).

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

In Honor Of Bradley Whitford

well…the weekend has come and gone, and needless to say no great adventures happened. mostly because i spent a lot of time writing - which is at least productive - but also because (as predicted) I was lazy, and there was baseball on.

however, there was one important adventure this weekend that was resolved…that being Jimmy Smith (aka Matt Santos) winning the fictional presidential election on The West Wing. Now for those of who might suggest that the presidential election on the West Wing doesn’t count as important or an adventure, I ask you to reconsider…after all, the fate of the fictional world was at stake.

unfortunately, the show is coming to a close, and therefore the Matt Santos administration will never have the chance to make the fictional universe a better place.

one of the things i’ll miss most about the end of the show is Bradley Whitford’s character, Josh Lyman, who would have been in line to be Chief of Staff in the Santos administration…throughout the history of the show, Josh has been one of the most compelling and interesting characters, and in my opinion he has really carried the show this past season.

those of you familiar with Whitford, know that he has also written several episodes for the West Wing, and whenever he appears on Real Time With Bill Maher (somewhat frequently) he is always intelligent and very informed about all the issues that concern our society.

knowing that Whitford is so intelligent and informed (and seeing him interact outside of his character) had led me to believe that although his acting is good - it was hard to label him as a good actor, mainly due to the fact that his character on the show shares a lot of the same traits as the man himself.

however, the other day, i came to my senses and realized that Bradley Whitford is not just a good actor, he is an outstanding one.

I was reminded of a little movie called Revenge Of The Nerds II: Nerds In Paradise. In which Whitford plays the evil Alpha Beta president, Roger. Who is not only an evil, asshole, hell-bent on destroying the Nerds’ way of life, but he is also, clearly a Republican. And though he basically reprises this role in Billy Madison, I like to think that Nerds II is the greater display of his acting chops.

Thankfully, Whitford has signed on to the new Aaron Sorkin show, Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip (the show i am most excited about for next fall), and so although the Wing is coming to a close, we will all have many more opportunities to admire and enjoy the acting skills of the man who once so eloquently said:

“OK. Maybe I did. What are you gonna do about it, Skolnick? You gonna make a little speech? It’s not gonna do any good. Wanna know why? Because I’m strong and you’re weak. Because I’m the type of guy that everybody here wants to be like, and you are pathetic. That’s the way it is. That’s the way it’s always gonna be, and there’s nothing you or your pencil-neck geek friends can do or say about it. Comprende, dickhead?”

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In other news…i had a dentist appointment today…you will all be happy to know that i had zero cavities…go me.

Friday, April 7, 2006

My 50th

This is the 50th post i’ve made since starting this blog some 3+ months ago. And considering that my main source of motivation in starting said blog was laziness, I think 50 posts in that time period is pretty good.

I was hoping to come up with something special in honor of this, my 50th post, but - mostly due to time constraints being the middle of the week and all - I didn’t really have to much time today to do anything worth writing about special enough to lay sole claim to the honor of being my 50th post. So, instead, you will all have to settle for a sort of look back post as we walk down memory lane at all the things my blog has touched on in these past few months (perhaps this weekend i will embark on an adventure that would have been worthy of sole claim to the 50th post - of course at that point it will no longer be my 50th post, so perhaps i’ll just sit around and watch baseball - that whole laziness thing will probably dictate, but i’ll try).

Anyways…

For those of you who are wondering, things in my apartment are currently dry, but remain unresolved. The plumber still hasn’t set up a second appointment (or third if you count the time he canceled) to come and open up the ceiling to see about figuring out why it rains inside periodically. I suspect that there is a greater chance of the rain coming again before the problem is fixed…I’ve pretty much resigned myself to this, in fact. My only hope is that it either comes a) on a night in which I am not doing anything of significant importance the next day (and seeing as how the number of days in which i doing something of significant importance are few and far between I should be okay here - of course there’s nothing like the sweet taste of irony to look forward to) or b) on a night in which the plumber worked really hard that day and has an early appointment the next morning so that I can call him up at 2 am (which is when the rain usually comes) and have him come out here (as he said he would) to look at the leak. The way I see it, if i have to be inconvenienced by this (which is partially due to his inability to figure out what’s wrong and also his slow response in attending to the issue) then so should he.

The ants in my bathroom have all but disappeared. And to be honest, I’m slightly torn by their departure. Sure, there’s nothing more annoying then feeling an ant crawl up your leg while your trying to go to the bathroom, but i honestly believe that if given the chance the ants and I could have found a way to communicate and coexist peacefully.

My shower shaving mirror on the other hand is still possessed. It’s actually gotten much worse in the last few weeks. There have been several instances when I have been awoken in the middle of the night by the blue LED light flickering in my otherwise dark room. I’m pretty sure that I’m going to have to buy a new shower mirror in the next few days (one without a light this time), the only thing that has stopped me so far has been…that’s right you guessed it…laziness.

I’m still planning on trying to attend a City Council meeting sometime in the upcoming future…although since all my apartment issues have arisen and my future residency in Santa Monica is now very uncertain I’m somewhat undecided if I want to attend a meeting in Santa Monica or if I should just wait to dedicate myself to whichever part of LA i wind up in next…again this is also tearing me up inside - as you all know how much work i’ve put in already to establish myself as, according to the mayor’s office, “One of Santa Monica’s outstanding citizens.”

Otherwise things have been rather quiet out here on the western front. I think that I’m going to have to shake some things up in the near future…not that I dislike my normal routine of wake up, go to the gym, sit in front of my computer for 7 hours, sit in front of my tv for 4 hours, then go to bed…but, I think (ne, I know) there’s a lot more to this city to be experienced, and who knows what tomorrow may hold, so now is not the time to be complacent, but rather the time to get out and experience all that i can….

What will happen in my next 50 posts…

Stay tuned.

Oh yeah…my coffee table is still kick ass.

Wednesday, April 5, 2006

My Report From Backstage At Jimmy Kimmel

Did you watch last night? If you did, then you saw my brother’s friend, Anthony, kill on Kimmel (which for a comedian is a good thing and has nothing to do with the taking of other people’s lives).

Overall yesterday was a very good time, and as expected hanging out in the Green Room was quite a bit of fun.

My brother and I got to the El Capitain in Hollywood a little before 6pm for the taping. We were a little bit on the early side, so we spent about 15 min. walking around on Hollywood Blvd. to kill time. Now, for those of you who have never been on Hollywood Blvd. before, it is, for lack of a more descriptive adjective, interesting to say the least. There were, lots of tourists taking pictures, some street performers, people proselytizing, a man in a spiderman costume, a man in a pirate costume, a man dressed like freddy kruger (although honestly i’m just assuming that the spiderman and freddy were men - i couldn’t see either one’s face due to their masks), a group of four people with giant pythons around their shoulders, and lots of homeless kids (young adults) asking for money.

Out of all of these things, the thing that I found the most strange was the homeless kids. Not the fact that they were homeless per se, but the fact that they almost all were dressed identically (plaid pants or torn jeans, leather jackets and lots of patches on their clothes) and many of them had colored mohawk haircuts. I couldn’t help but wonder a) how much it cost to maintain those haircuts - presumably more then i would spend on my hair if i were homeless and b) how much it cost to get those clothes - again the same thing. The homeless people I’m used to all look really unkempt in their grooming, and usually their clothes look exactly what you might assume someone living on the street would be wearing (as opposed to someone at a Clash concert circa 1980).

Anyways…

At around 6:15 my brother and I checked in backstage at the theater (where we were given these wristbands) and proceeded on to the Green Room.

Upon entering the Green Room, the first thing I noticed was that the Green Room was, in fact, not at all Green. Most of the walls were more of an off grey, and one wall was red. It basically looked like a VIP room in a really nice club. Dim lighting, leather seats, huge couches, giant flat screen televisions, lots of candles, a pool table, and arcade games (including Ms. Pac Man and Pinball), along with a bar and a food spread.

At this point the NCAA finals were about to begin so my brother and I began to take advantage of the couches, free alcohol, and the food (which consisted of mini bagels w/ cream cheese, lox, and chives, chicken quesadillas, curried turkey sandwiches, mini potato latkes w/ sour cream, fruit, vegetables w/ dip, cookies, and brownies).

We continued hanging out, eating, and boozing until around 8pm. At that point the show taping began and so the NCAA game was shut off and the live feed from the studio was patched in, and from there on we watched the show tape (while also continuing to eat and drink).

As I mentioned already Seth Green was the main guest for the evening, and as you’ll notice by his addition to my List Of Celebrities I Have Seen list he was in fact in the Green Room for part of the evening before and after the show. The one thing that I will say about Seth Green is that he is really, really short. I know watching him on television he looks short, but I will tell you that in person he is even shorter.

The other addition to the list, Bobcat Goldthwait, is the director for the show (something that I was not aware of until last night). But I am a huge fan of his and have been ever since Police Academy 2, so I was extremely happy to see him. If anyone watched the show you might be wondering if I also saw Chop and John Anderson (the other guests last night). I did, but they are not, based on my already established criteria, eligible for inclusion on the list (Also, I did not see Jimmy, but I did see Guillermo the security guard who has his own segment on the show - however, he too is not quite up to list status).

Anyways, after the show taping ended we hung around for about another hour backstage before heading across the street to the Roosevelt Hotel where a suite was waiting to host the afterparty.

The afterparty consisted of more of the same and in a sense was almost an exact replica of the first half of the evening. A bunch of people hung out in an outrageously nice room and drank a lot. Then at 12:10, we watched the Jimmy Kimmel show air on tv (it was kinda surreal, actually the only real difference was this time when we watched Anthony perform he was sitting 3 feet away - presumably it was weirder for him though - and also Seth Green wasn’t around).

After the show ended, we said our goodbyes and headed home to go to sleep. And there, ladies and gentlemen, are the details of my trip to the Jimmy Kimmel show.

Monday, April 3, 2006

The Sun Will Come Up Tomorrow...An Hour Later

Apparently today was daylight savings.

I say apparently, because i had no clue about the spring forward until I realized that my cell phone was an hour ahead of every other clock in my apartment. I think that in the future the government should have to send everyone in the country a letter reminding them of the clock changing or at least an email so as to prevent any confusion for those of us who do not watch the news the night before said time changes go into effect.

Thanfully, I managed to sort everything out without too much trouble.

In other news, tomorrow is a very big day (I guess technically today is the big day - seeing as how it’s aprox 12:30 am right now, but it still feels like yesterday - daylight savings and all).

Anyways, the reason tomorrow is a big day is twofold.

The first fold is that tomorrow is the opening day for MLB. I will be waking up to the glory that is the Mets home opener against the Nationals on ESPN, and to be honest, right now i’m like a kid on Christmas eve (presumably…seeing as how i’m Jewish, i can’t be certain as to what precisely it feels like to be a kid on Christmas eve, but in my head it feels like this).

The second fold is that tomorrow evening my brother and I will be attending the taping of The Jimmy Kimmel show. My brother’s friend is a stand-up comedian and he is performing on the show. So we have the honor of accompanying him as part of his entourage or posse or what have you. Not only do we get to accompany him, but we are going to be watching the show from the Green Room backstage and taking advantage of whatever other perks being in the Green Room has to offer (hopefully good food, beverages, comfortable couches, and celebrities).

I have not yet decided on what kind of rules I will be applying to tomorrow’s event in terms of my List Of Celebrities I Have Seen list. Surely there will be some celebrity sightings, but I’m not sure if the fact that i’m going to be at a late night show taping, where the very purpose of the show is to showcase said celebrities allows me to count these sightings on my list. At the moment I’m leaning towards including them…because if I do see the celebrities it will be backstage and not as an audience member viewing the taping, and so I feel like this qualifies as a bona fide interaction that is list worthy.

Anyways…details will be forthcoming on all the goings on over at Kimmel, but I definitely recommend watching the show…not because you might see me or anything, but because my brother’s friend is funny.

His name is Anthony Jeselnik…he’ll be the one telling the funny jokes (I only say this because apparently Seth Green is also on the show as a guest - though presumably he won’t be doing an actual routine of comedy material, merely attempting to inject humorous anecdotes into whatever project he’s plugging).

Okay…time for me to try and get some sleep…