blogs is bars logs

oh so no new jobs news yet. so don't ask.

things are alright. went out with that jew matt yesterday and tried to convince him to stay on the one true path to glory, fame, and love. stay away from the darkside of teaching! he helped me re-output my demo video (web version) and we hustled back to hollywood for beer, shabu shabu and much nerdy talk of dr. who with tyler. we wound up at M bar then three of clubs, as usual i drank a bit more than i should but no harm came of it. ate me some wontons in thai town, no jumbo's but i will survive. sigh...

another beautiful day outside. 3pm. once again i find myself sitting on my ass doing absolutely nothing. i have things in my head to do but my charge seems drained "my get up and go has got up and gone, i hanker for a hunk'a cheese, YA-HOO!!" Yeah, i think i need some electricity. some exercise. somethin'. maybe i will grab my bleepity-cbleep-bleep camera and walk my two legs on into town. take some pics and eat a hotdog, YES I NEED A FUCKING CHANGE OF SCENERY WHY DO YOU ASK....

well, just some point...

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comedy clubs are weird. comedians are weird. personally i think they're a bunch of drunks, they have got balls though. i can think of a zillion weird-ass things to say (not really funny, just strange) but i couldn't imagine standing up in front of a room of strangers to spit 'em out. though that might be strangely cathartic. Oh, business and craft is a weird mix, it messes with your principles, it takes away (for me anyway) the original purpose of doing what one does.. it's compromise.. and in the end i think i understand why some people are content to have hobbies and not mix work with play. on the other hand, some people are ALL work or ALL play no matter what. why are people like that -- necessity? well if you ask me, in the end everything is a game.

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dust is funny. i feel autistic staring at it.. it just collects everywhere. i wonder how long on has to sleep before they'll get dusty. hey, it's happened! it's like tiny, non-cold snow that's kind of clumpy and gross. meanwhile, cement mixers started fascinating me the other day (oh, the things i think of while driving). So let me get this straight.. they have to keep shifting that shit or it'll solidify? i wonder how many cement mixer accidents there were before they figured out the proper speed of the mixer to turn. i wonder how many times a cement mixer can be used and reused without being "cleaned and scraped out" before it's too gukky and useless. i wonder if we'll ever see cement mixer jets. how rad would that be!! come on, you know they've had to transport cement while it was being mixed through long distances. surely, in history, its happened - right? so what, do they just get some big-ass plane and put a cement mixer in it, that's fucking expensive no? why not just build a dedicated cement mixing plane? (not helicopter, that sounds overly complex). I am not down with cement mixer boats either, i just thought of it but it sounds even less practical than the plane version. it just sounds like it's begging for trouble. like if the plane crashes, it'll all just blow up -- so fine, whatever. but if the boat crashed or whatever, then there's shitty cement leaking out all over the place, remember the valdez? need i say more? am i a genius or what?