Sunday, June 15, 2008

How to explain what I do when I'm not writing...

A hair stylist on my current project basically put our job, without saying what it was, into a quote that explains why I get so busy and lose track of time...

"It's like the movie, Groundhog Day, in hell!"
- Anonymous

Couldn't have put it better myself!

Monday, June 09, 2008

Stories from the Weekend

It all began with a peaceful Friday night by myself watching the Cubs/Dodgers game on my enormous HD TV. It was the 8th inning and the cubs had just blown another, when I heard a loud bang outside. I ran to the window to see what had happened and saw a large gold Toyota Tundra backing out of my suddennly smashed in bumper.

I ran out the front door and jumped on the hood of the Toyota as it was pulling away. I yelled at the guy in the car, "Man, you just hit my car!" He responded with, "No I didn't!" I explained that I had seen him hit it and that I was getting off his hood till he got out and gave me all of his information. He conceded and admitted that he had inadvertently run into my parked car.

I was pissed, so my car is in the shop and it is costing about 1500 dollars to fix. Luckily his insurance company is going to pay for all of it, because clearly I had nothing to do with it.

What I cna't believe is that their are some people that actuelly believe they can hot a car and get away with not telling the person or at least leaving a note. I have come to the belief that their really is no comon decency left in the world at all, that people are pretty narcisistic and could really care less about the well being of others. Maybe this is just in LA, but schools really should be teaching children to have respect for others and to take responsibility for their actions, because it seems like US citizens are really lacking in that. What do you think?

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.

I could go on and on about how Thrill has been trying to get me to start writing again, but that would be some long drawn out story about getting naked in the streets of San Francisco and possibly doing other acts that could be deemed as arrestable offences. Instead it was a singular moment earlier today that had my head in a whirl. Suddennly nouns, verbs, and sentences were impedeing my vision to the point that if I didn't spill them out onto this piece paper I probably would explode. What was this moment you ask? Well, it was when I saw this...


For those of you that don't know me(probably most of you that religously read my blog, if any of you have stayed by me with my 6 month hiatus from writing)this is the view from the gigantic bay window at the front of my new apartment. or as I have nicknamed it, "Paradise." I looked out to the ocean this morning and saw surfable waves and warm weather. "Summer is here folks!"

I went down to my garage to grab my board and happened to notice the gas price at our corner gas station was $4.29. Gas is getting mighty expenisive, but living at the beach has caused me to drive less. My bicycle has gotten a lot of use!

I headed down to the ocean with my roommate and we went surfing. The swells were great today, it wasn't crowded and they were about 4 foot curls that had a really soft feel to them. But I'm getting away from my story. After our surf session was over, we climbed the hill back to our apartment and I looked to that gas station again. In the course of 2 hours gas prices on regular fuel changed to $4.37. I did a double take and almost got hit by a car while crossing the street.

Change, it happens quickly and sometimes when we least expect it. Kind of the moral of my life right now...but that is a story for another time.

P.S. I'm back baby!