"What's a Can-dull-uh-bruh?"

Watched a few moments of a program on The Travel Channel tonight...about Mt. Rushmore and the Black Hills. We'd seen it before, so we shut it off early...

Man oh man, I miss my home. I'm happy being in a more urban area, but I need to get some time in, in the Hills. Seeing those images makes me homesick. Our last trip out there (over 2 years ago) is just too damn long ago. I miss my family. I miss the smell. I miss driving up on 385 past Pactola. Mmmm.

Alas.

Strap yourselves in, cuz I think this is gonna be one of those epic updates...certainly since I hardly ever blog anymore. A lost art form.

My day job is going well. I think it's strange how bipolar I've become, with regard to this position. My last two days have been wonderful. I'm happy there, and no customers are pissing me off. Could it be that I'm happier when I'm bringing in more money; making better sales? Cuz that's what's changed. I've had a couple of crappy sales weeks, and now things are looking up. That's not a jinx. I don't see anything of my sales, but I guess working hard and doing well is inherent within me, even if it's not necessarily appreciated, or if it results in no reward for me. I like to do well...period. The holidays are fast approaching, which certainly keeps us moving at the store. That keeps the insanity at bay.

On a related note, a suggestion to one of my customers. When you call in to ask about a possible exchange, it isn't necessary for you to explain the entire process of how/when/where/why you purchased the item you now feel must be exchanged. Please. Please. Please cut to the point. I'm busy, and in essence, your tale of woe doesn't do anything to help me help you. And you calling back three times in one evening to confirm what I've already told you will have to happen, doesn't get you on my good side. It seems you're lonely, and would just like someone to talk to. Sorry, but can't help you there. Bring in the exchange (without it becoming a tale of how you have to hire someone to do this for you cuz you can't leave your house, cuz you have problems w/ crowds...or whatever). Make note of these ideas, and have a happy holiday season.

The Amazing Race ended it's latest season this evening. I wanted the hot gay brothers to win, and more than I thought; Ericka and Brian to come out on top too. Meghan and Cheyne won so many legs on this one, they kind of deserved to take home the top prize. Kudos to all for a fun, aggravating, skin-filled, tense and touching season. "Can-dull-uh-bruhs", anyone?

It's not that late, but I'm pooped. Must carry on. Go on without me, if need be.

I've officially launched the Not My Mess website. It's got a lot of work ahead of it, but you can check out what's there so far. I'm happy w/ it, but would love some solid feedback; if my avid readers of 0 would be so kind. www.notmymess.com

Along w/ the website, I'm working on a campaign called, "Do You Know Simon Baker?" More on that later, as it gets moving.

Speaking of Simon Baker, my new buddy Caryl (whom I met @ the Simon Baker Q&A) has been in touch w/ me. I sent her a copy of the synopsis for the Baker script, and she provided some lovely feedback. Is it tacky for me to share? Probably, but it makes me feel good, so I'll pass it along. "I truly enjoyed following the story, even with so little detail - so I bet the script is wonderful." She goes on to say that she will have to give some thought on how to get it into the right hands.

Now...this woman doesn't know me from Adam (he's a great guy, btw.), but she's kept in touch w/ me, and actually seems to want to help. Could it be? Here I go doubting myself again...but...I guess that's just me. Change? Who knows. Anyway, Godspeed, good Caryl...Godspeed!

BTW, I found out who her producer brother was. He apparently has produced the majority of the Farrelly brothers films; i.e. Shallow Hal, Dumb and Dumber, Stuck on You...etc. Keep your fingers crossed, but I won't count my chickens before they've hatched. Did I jinx it by simply letting it out of the hat? No. I refuse to believe that! Nifty.

I'm a bit heart-burny.

I don't work 'til 1pm tomorrow; then I have Tuesday off. I'm so excited for that!

I TOTALLY need to catch up on my "Local Actors Spotted" blog. So very behind. So many celebs. Lord.

I feel anti-social...like the day job has been overtaking my life. So many folks I haven't seen in a long time.

They've been working away on the apartment next door. I'm hoping we can get in on it in the next couple of months, and then finally FINALLY get our stuff from storage.

I thought I had more to say, but apparently not...how loser-ly of me.

Oh, my mother has put in an offer on a new house in Rapid City. Apparently, it all looks pretty good, so I'm really keeping my fingers crossed for her. It will bring her closer to family, get her away from the home she's in now (w/ so many memories--it's time for her to shake things up a bit), and the weather can be a little (just a little) more forgiving than in Lead/Deadwood. I hope it all works out, and I'll keep y'all posted. This news actually does sadden me a bit. With her not in our home, we'll have no reason to visit the old neighborhood. I'm sure we will anyway, but it'll basically just be a drive-by (minus the guns). Feels a little weird, honestly.

In other family news, my youngest brother is on the verge of completing his first semester @ BHSU. Kudos to him on a fabulous term!

Also, I had a strange dream last night. I was touching someone's head in my dream, and I sort of woke up when the other half was pushing my hands away from his head. Weird. I do a bit of that "sleep-walking/sleep-moving" from time to time. It's been a spell. I guess I was due.

I guess I should turn in. Thanks for tuning in for another boring update on my life. If this didn't put you to sleep...then your skin's on too tight. No one will get that.

G'night!

My Evening with Simon Baker

Friend Justin (who is SAG), received word that the SAG Foundation was having a new guest in their "Conversations" series; down on Wilshire. He called me on Friday to see if I wanted to go as his guest. However, I had to finagle some changes in my work schedule to make it happen. So I called him Sunday to let him know it was a go. He already had other plans, before he called me initially. So, he was willing to come to the event, get me in, and then be on his way. The event? A showing of an episode of The Mentalist...followed by an hour and a half Q&A w/ none other than Simon Baker.

For those not in the know, the script I've been working on for the past two years (and am currently past a fourth draft) is called "Me & Simon Baker".

So, in my usual naive fashion, I spent yesterday morning reading through my fourth draft, confirming it was good for Simon's eyes, got a nice copy from the good folks @ Davco (on Sunset/Highland--where I go for all of my copying needs), and packed it into my satchel for the evening. Now, I know I'm prone to wishing too hard for a break and an opportunity, almost to the point of leaving reality behind, and this was certainly no exception. I felt stupid, but decided to be prepared; in case things took a wonderful, unexpected turn.

In my mind, I was hoping that Simon's wife (actress Rebecca Rigg--from one of my all time favorite films Fortress--not the one w/ Christopher Lambert) might be in attendance. Two reasons...clearly she would be more approachable, as she's not as well known as her husband, and also, I've written a part for her in the script. If she liked it, she might pass it along to her husband...say after dinner @ their home. ;)

Again, I know how ridiculous I'm being, but I always have in the back of my head, "Why couldn't it happen this way?" Right?

Anyway, I arrived @ the location, spoke w/ friend Justin for a matter of seconds, and then took his spot in line; as he made a hasty retreat. He suggested that I pass myself off as him, in order to get in. It is a SAG event folks, and I was only a guest. Well, the woman came down the line and said to have your SAG cards ready. Okay. I was wondering if I should have slinked away, but I was bold beyond my usual "let's not rock the boat" attitude. I got to the front of the line, told the woman that I was on the waiting list, but that my friend had to run out for an emergency (which he didn't of course). There was Justin's name on the list, and below that, "Justin M.--Guest". She was fine giving me a ticket for the waiting list; so I took my spot...#5. A matter of seconds later, the regular line was thinning out, and a woman asked me if I wanted to come in as her guest, as her guest had cancelled. Of course, I took her up on it, and we had a great chat about everything from The Amazing Race, to me giving a brief pitch about my script.

Caryl is an actress (mainly theatre) and was a very sweet Suzanne Pleshette look-a-like. We sat next to one another for the event.

It was a surpisingly intimate space, and I was a mere 20 feet from the front.

They showed one episode of The Mentalist, and it was actually quite good. I doubt it'll be taking up residence in our DVR, but it was nice to see Simon @ his best.

The showing was followed by the Q&A w/ Simon.

First things first. He's as adorable in person as he is on screen. He was wearing a pair of glasses that made him look even more dashing.

I'll cut to the chase here. I didn't get to meet him. His wife wasn't in attendance. I didn't get to pitch my script to them, and certainly didn't get to pass on my newly printed script either.

However, the evening was an amazing one. Simon's a very deep guy, and although my script's version of him is just that...a character, I have some things to mull over while digging into my 5th draft. In addition to fiddling a bit w/ his character, I got a great line from him that will certainly find a place in the ending of my piece.

He's very passionate about acting, and one of his anecdotes (his audition for LA Confidential) brought him (and me) to near tears. He talked about how he wandered outside the Warner Bros. lot; an hour before his audition...wondering what the hell he was doing, second guessing himself, putting himself down, and basically just undermining his talents. I started to tear up, as those thoughts could have come from my very own brain. How often do I wonder what I'm doing, and question myself at every turn. It was a nice connection for me...

I'm sure everyone else in the room felt the same connection to this tale; as I did...but it was special to me nonetheless.

The other quote I took away from the Q&A was, "Opportunity knocks once, then it moves on." It also struck a chord w/ me, as I was mere moments from running away, the moment it looked like things might be difficult getting into the event.

It may be stupid (it IS stupid--there's that self doubt), but I was proud of myself for going, for staying and for taking away as much as I did.

Justin had told me that a prior "Conversations" event; w/ Greg Kinnear, found an attendee blatantly asking Greg during the Q&A how he would get a copy of a script to him; as it had been WRITTEN for him. Apparently Greg said to just pass it off to him @ the end of the event. Of course, this was going through my brain all day long. Again, I was naive but hopeful. Anyway, questions were to be submitted via note cards, so there was no opportunity (knocks once, then moves on) for me to get a word in.

On the way to the event, as I sat on the bus listening to Lady Gaga, I thought about the scene in Defending Your Life. It's the scene where Albert Brooks has to get up in front a crowd and publically speak for the first time. He got out there, stood in a silent stupor...and was then saved by a fire alarm. The room of people in front of him cleared out. He never tried it again. He was going to do it, but let the opportunity pass him by. I was thinking about my chance to ask the question of Simon (the Greg Kinnear question); regardless of how crazy or ridiculous I would have looked. I felt comfortable in the space, and I had a newfound friend in Caryl. I think that if the moment would have arisen, I would have asked the tacky question, "How can I get a script to you; that has been written for you specifically?"

Simon had an early call this morning, so he did not stick around for autographs or a meet and greet. For a moment it looked like he was going to, and I made my way up to the front. But just as I got in line, he was whisked away.

I called Justin and thanked him for all he had done to get me into the event. I believe it was an invaluable evening.

BTW, Caryl gave me her card, and I will be forwarding a synopsis of the Baker script. She told me that her brother is a producer, and she'd be happy to forward my info to him. Nice. Real nice.

What a special evening...

Finally, I had an inspiration on the bus ride home (all worked out so well; even down to the fact that I caught the bus on the way home--no delay--showed up to the bus stop when I did).

Anyway...the other half and I have lately been watching a great deal of Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares on BBC America. His quirky, fun promotions to get the pubs and restuarants packed for their grand re-opening are quite inspirational. I'm reminded of his promotion "Campaign for Real Gravy" in an older episode. I was wondering if there would be a way to start up a campaign along the lines of "DO YOU KNOW SIMON BAKER?" Who knows him? Who can get me in touch w/ him? Who can get past the red tape of the Hollywood machine? How can I get my script into his hands via fringe methods?

Whether or not I follow through on something like this, remains to be seen. But it is on the back burner of my brain for a possible scheme down the road.

There's a motif in the Baker script which perfectly fits last night's events. As my character Michael finds his way into Simon's life, and becomes closer to him as the scripts events unfold--there is a visual of a mall map/directory. One of the large anchor stores is called "Simon's Arms". The "you are here" notation gets closer and closer to the store; as the story goes on. I feel like last night got the real Michael much closer to the real Simon (even though I didn't meet Simon) and it was all a step up, a move ahead and a rousing success.

Look what I received in the mail today...

Super! What a great mail day!

Stew of Sin Special Edition

Prince Harry is SOOOO already in my stew, but I found this picture earlier today. Had to post it. He is just SOOOO fine! Abs in action!

Stew of Sin #124 & 125

It's a special Cougartown edition. I have gotten quite hooked on this show, and it's due in no small part to the hotness of the parade of men going in and out of Jules (Courtney Cox) life.

First up is her recently divorced across-the-street neighbor, Grayson (Josh Hopkins). Last night's episode had a dream sequence in which this hottie appears shirtless. Nummy is the only word to describe him. Just delicious. Difficult to top? Sure is, but Brian Van Holt manages to do just that. As Jules ex-husband Bobby, he manages to be a total manchild and fun dad, a true sweetheart, and an absolute dish. This guy makes my butter melt.

Concerns about the Living Dead #45

This is a photo from Romero's Dawn of the Dead (1978). Here's the setup: Flyboy is in the elevator when the power goes out. He has been shot, and must climb through the trapdoor in the ceiling of the elevator. Suddenly, the door opens, and this is the image you see.

For YEARS after first seeing this, I had a high anxiety reaction in most elevators. The one I recall the most, was in my local hospital (for those from Lead/Deadwood, you know the one--next to the optometrist and pharmacy). I recall having actual mini-panic attacks while travelling from the 1st to the 2nd floor, or vise versa. The anticipation of the doors opening was almost too much for me. This is the image I would always expect to see upon arrival to the destination floor.

Is it any wonder I'm so messed up, if this was the kind of crap that went through my head as a preteen? Then again, being obsessed w/ zombies probably allowed me to control my erections in gym class as I was trying to figure out why I liked boys so much! ;) So, thank goodness for zombies and the mortal fear they instilled.

Thanks Mr. Romero, for not letting me get beat up as an up-n-coming Flyboy--er, gay boy.

Stew of Sin # 122 & 123

In honor of the new V television series, I am making immediate room for two of its hottest actors.

Of course I'm adding Morena Baccarin (the supreme leader; Anna). Since she's actually a lizard, I won't worry that she's another female being added to my stew. Great performance on last night's premiere; and I can only hope her character's evil will continue to manifest itself. It only serves to turn me on further.

And I'd not be able to sleep at night if I didn't add Joel Gretsch; aka Father Landry. I'd insert a truly tasteless line about how I would love to dress as an altar boy if he was the one doing the molesting, but again, that would be in poor taste...considering all of the folks who have suffered at the hands of such evil. In or out of cleric's clothing, he's a worthy addition to my sinful water party.

I Want That 10

The latest LA condo that the other half has located; and I am now drooling over. It's just off of La Cienega. Lovely finishes. Great space. Cool details.

Here's the link...

http://www.westknollcondo.com/

Concerns about the Living Dead #44

George A. Romero was on NPR's "Wait, Wait...Don't Tell Me." this morning. Of course, I was working while it aired...however, it is available via the internets.

Here's a link.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=114303424

And, I got my big Halloween scare in a roundabout way; via this appearance on NPR.

The other half called me at work today. Generally, it is if he found some good deals on clothing while out and about on a Saturday; or if he is the first one to hear big news...i.e. some celebrity has died.

So, this is how it goes.

Co-worker: "Elwood's on the phone for you."
Me (picking up the phone): "Thanks for holding, this is Michael, may I help you?"

STOP

Yes, even if I know it's Elwood, I'll still answer that way. You never know if a co-worker could have been mistaken, or if I picked up the wrong line.

Anyway...

Elwood: "George Romero--"

STOP

So, based on past phone calls reporting celebrity deaths, my heart stopped for a moment. Can you imagine my brain trying to wrap itself around this; if indeed it had been what I thought?

At any rate, he was just calling to let me know that George was on NPR.

How's that for a roundabout, boring tale?

Anyway, George is fine, and he did quite well on "Wait, Wait..."

Check it out.

That is all.

Local Actors Spotted #138-143

I'm WAAAAY behind on these, so I'll try to remember all of the sightings of late.

Yesterday, two-time Oscar winner and star of Jaws: The Revenge was in my store; SIR Michael Caine. Before I got the chance to chat w/ him; he was on his way out of the store. It didn't dawn on me to discuss one of my all time fave movies w/ him (the brilliantly hysterical Noises Off)...this always seems an easier way to approach some of these celebs; if I've got some "connection" w/ them. Ah, well.

I'll count the other half's sighting and short chat with Sean Penn as one...even though I wasn't there. :(

Janice Dickinson's former partner and former star on The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency; Peter Hamm was spotted on our hike (some time ago; since we've been horrible slackers as of late).

As you all probably know from my frequent Facebook updates, The Six Million Dollar Man himself; Lee Majors aka Steve Austin, was in the store last week. He was awesome; his wife was super sweet, and they promised me an autographed photo...soon to be found in my mailbox. Sweet!

Robert Culp walked past us on one of our trips up to Runyon. Former star of I-Spy and The Greatest American Hero; my biggest recollection of him; comes from the episode of The Golden Girls in which Blanche gets a pacemaker. That's just the way my brain works, folks.

I don't believe I've notated the sighting of MAD TV alum (and Stew of Sin inductee) Ike Barinholtz. Saw him at the end of one of our hikes (several months ago).

I know there must be others, but I'm having non-total recall. That works. If I think of the others, I'll be sure to let you know.

"Lady, you're dyin'..."

Or at least she will be, if she doesn't knock off the bitch behavior.

Woman was in today. I don't generally judge (a flat-out lie), but this woman looked to be in her fifties; and was in the family way. Clearly she waited too long to breed, and now her Depend-using/elderly woman bladder was mixing it up w/ her over-active/pregnancy bladder, and she probably has to pee every 20 minutes or so. Really not my problem. Now, let it be known that we don't have a public restroom. We just don't. Get over it. Go next door to Starbucks and use theirs. WE DON'T HAVE ONE. More on Starbucks later...

Here's the conversation...

Pregnant Senior Citizen: "What's the difference between (insert whatever items she was shopping for here)."

Me: "(insert explanation here)."

Pregnant Senior Citizen: "Do you have a restroom?"

Me: "No, I'm sorry we don't. But there is one next door at Starbucks."

Pregnant Senior Citizen frowns through her Melanie Griffith/messed up plastic surgery/Beverly Hills spoiled housewife lips.

Pregnant Senior Citizen: "Well, then I'm done. I'll just buy these and leave."

The Adrienne Barbeau wannabe pays for her items.

Pregnant Senior Citizen (w/ full "snoot" intact): "Y'know, people would probably shop longer if you had a restroom."

STOP!

How the hell am I to respond to something like that? Here are some options...

"Lady, you are the one who chose to have a child during your golden years...therefore any bladder issues that accompany this choice of yours, are your problem. Lots of businesses don't have public restrooms. Which is fine by me, cuz the general public are snot-encrusted, self-important jackasses. Are you one?"

or

"Why the hell would you choose to shop somewhere (or how long you'd choose to stay shopping on one of your spoiled-ass splurges) based on their lack of public facilities? Who the hell are you?"

or

A just plain, "What the hell are you talking about?"

That was the one that went through my head. This is one of the most idiotic exchanges I've ever had the displeasure of being a part of.

Go on lady. Take your entitled BS somewhere else...perhaps where they have a public restroom (which is not a requirement anyway).

Okay, Starbucks; or story # 2.

We have one of these businesses right next door to our store. We have a staff of about 10 folks, and we all go there for various reasons...quite regularly, I might add. Snacks, lunches and the ever-needed coffee fixes (not me--I don't drink coffee). In addition, we are known to go next door to just get ice waters throughout the day. Our store has to be one of the dryest on this planet of ours; and so dehydration seems to always be lurking about; waiting to "take the first man who screams" (thanks Aunty Entity--if you don't get that reference, let me know). We're thirsty dammit! Well, friend/co-worker Wendy went next door on truck day (always a tough day for us) this past week, and the manager @ Starbucks asked her, "can't your manager afford water?" (I'm not sure on the exact exchange/quotes, but this is the jist) Wendy replied, "What?" SBucks manager says, "Aren't you one of the managers? Can't you afford to get your people water?"

Well, I heard about this a day later; and am now debating whether I boycott Starbucks in general, or just this particularly ignorant location. This really pissed me off, and I am also wondering if I should write a letter to someone. ????

Anyway, I won't be returning there, and am trying to convince my co-workers and staff to do the same. The amount of business we give them is nothing to sneeze at...not to mention that merchants who are also neighbors should really support each other. Finally, we're sending all of the need-to-pee ladies and gents next door. I can't imagine they're not grabbing something to drink or snack on as they leave behind their waste in the bathroom. I know that's stretching it, but damn...this whole thing was just a kick in the balls. Screw you SBucks...

My final tale of interest.

On our shopping excursion to Target yesterday, we were checked out by a young man wearing a shirt with writing in Spanish (I don't need the lecture on the fact that I don't read or speak this language). The other half turned to me, and said that he would have to talk to a manager. He asked me if I could figure out why. I looked more closely @ the t-shirt. I saw the name "Jesus". Was that the guy's name? Nope. The other half explained that the shirt read something like, "Jesus is my Lord and Saviour".

STOP!

Is this appropriate? I don't think so...and even as offensive and nasty as the other half can be at times, he took offense to this t-shirt. So he talked to a manager. The manager explained that as long as they wear a red shirt, it doesn't matter what is written (excluding profanity--of course). The other half then asked her, "so I could wear a shirt stating that 'Satan is my Lord and Saviour'?" The manager laughed and pulled up on her necklace chain...@ the bottom of it was a charm...a charm in the shape of an UPSIDE-DOWN CROSS.

And that, my friends...concludes the best three anecdotes I can share w/ you from my life over the past week or so.

That is all.

This Is a Doozie!

Picture this. 4 employees. A home furnishings and accessories store. 2 of the employees are helping 2 customers. The other 2 are standing about; waiting for something to happen. No one else is in the store. Suddenly, a honking just outside the store. A traffic jam? A car accident? A pedestrian crossing @ the wrong time? Surely w/ the non-stop beeping from some car on the outside, it must be a major event. Finally, after 30 seconds of this nonsense, one of the available employees makes his way to the front door. A woman is leaning out of her large white SUV. Why, it's the vehicle that has been honking! Why is she honking so much, so long, so loud?

The stupid bitch is honking to get the attention of us w/in the store; to set about searching for her daughter who may or may not be inside our shop. ARE YOU F***ING KIDDING ME?! A quick search reveals that this "daughter" is not to be found within.

I have never witnessed such an amazing, disgusting display of laziness; and I've looked at myself in the mirror! What is going on w/ this world?!

Thought I'd share, cuz it pissed me off.

What's that? You want me to...

Oh, yes--my mistake. I'll make an additional notch; confirming the pending extinction of our sad species. What a useless bitch!

I Am In Heaven

How absolutely fabulous is this? It's for true as well. Genius.

Get Off My Chest!

I feel like bitching. About a great many things (thank you Palpatine). Let's dish.

Go ahead and judge me. I have been a fan of The View for awhile, but lately...it's kinda pissing me off! Barbara Walters has always been a bit irritating...but could still be endearing @ moments, and even funny (even rarer moments), but her behavior on The View this season has been abhorrent. I absolutely LOVE watching Whoopi make faces as Barbara CONSTANTLY INTERRUPTS...all guests, all co-hosts...EVERYONE. She simply won't shut up, won't let anyone have their say and doesn't apologize for her rudeness. Shut the hell up, WAWA! I think my love affair w/ The View is nearing an end.

Speaking of never shutting up...never mind--a story for another time perhaps.

The other half and I went to the dual ATM's down the street the other night. The machine we chose was not allowing us to make a deposit, so we stepped away, and waited behind the guy using the other one. We had a very respectable distance; as we always do. The guy kept looking behind him; checking us out. He then asked us, "Are we waiting for something?" The other half replied w/ "yes, the ATM." The man then replied that he was worried; cuz he had seen people trying to get codes or other secure info. WTF!? This whole incident severely angered me. Who the f*** do you think you are? It's not as if we were standing over him. Go to hell...you stupid, paranoid mother-f***er!

Go to hell, Kate and Jon Gosselin. I can't stand to hear anymore about you idiot breeders. PLEASE GO AWAY!

I'm in a VERY IRRITABLE MOOD right now.

Can't you tell?

I'm unhappy that Chicago lost the Olympics. What makes me more angry than that? I saw some video this evening on The Rachel Maddow Show; a bunch of right wing morons cheering over the news that we lost the Olympic bid. You effing traitors! You can go to hell as well.

Who else do I feel like cursing?

I had my one year anniversary @ my job last Thursday. That's not a gripe. Or is it?

The other half received his first certification; by passing his first exam w/ flying colors this last Friday. Congrats, my boy!

We've been hiking only sporadically. I feel lame, but what else is new?

Barely any work on any writing projects. I feel lame, but what else is new?

No word (and it's been almost two months since I sent my script out to that agency). Their initial letter said I would hear something w/in 1 to 2 weeks. Not doing much to up my esteem. I feel lame, but what else is new?

I'm in a bad mood.

I'm in a bad mood.

Been working on my website. It's coming along admirably. Does anyone care? I don't right now.

Let me go off and eat myself into a bloated slumber.

Had an absolutely WONDERFUL day w/ Libby. Chatting, dishing and working. We then ran into LA's newest residents (strictly accidental--what a small world indeed!) friends Karyn and Mike. Wonderful day...so why am I in such a bad mood now? Anyone? Anyone?

To the customers @ my store who feel the need to lay on our back door buzzer multiple times (for picking up larger items), when we clearly have a sign reading "ring buzzer only once", please go to hell. We don't have someone manning the back door at all times. Does that compute? All of you nasty customers...GO TO HELL. To my regulars and the good ones...you better try to stay on my good side. :)

I feel like I had other fun anecdotes to entertain you; but nothing else is coming up. So go away...for now.

This entry absolutely sucks. That is all.

OMG.

I remember seeing something about this...oh, about a year ago; if not longer. We had a chance to see a screening (I believe the one they're showing in the trailer...dammit!), but for some reason, we didn't go. What was the reason, other half? Oh, he's out of it...watching Futurama or something.

Anyway, enjoy this trailer. It looks pretty sweet. I got goosebumps. This is different from the trailer I believe I posted some time ago. Enjoy.

http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/buzz-log-paranormal-activity.html