| What the hell happened to this journal? |
[09 Oct 2005|01:57pm] |
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I'll tell you guys what happened. I pretty much stopped giving a shit. Entries used to be plentiful back when I was a PA, had tons of downtime, little to no friends in LA and little to do on the job. However, now that I'm pretty much devoting my entire life to my career and forcing myself to write entries at home is like pulling teeth, I wouldn't expect to see much coming from this page in a while.
Don't consider this journal adios entirely. I'm sure important shit will show up every now and then that I'd like to share with the world. But the factory of brilliance that was this journal is sadly starting to lay people off.
In the meantime, you guys can check out my new My Space page...
http://www.myspace.com/veovisjohn
It's all the fun of livejournal minus the essay writing and 10 times the instand gratification.
I'll see you in cyber space bitches.
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| This one's for Jer |
[19 Sep 2005|04:19am] |
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I don't normally do these stupid chain letter journal things, but I'll humor Jeremy because what the hell else am I going to do at 4:50 am?
"Write 20 random facts about yourself then tag the same amount of people as minutes it takes you to write the facts. If you're tagged it's your turn."
1: Today I wore what might be the dorkiest clothing combo ever. It consisted of a Cowboy Bebop shirt and Star Wars underwear. Yeah baby.
2: I really really REALLY miss the boneless wings from Sunset Cantina.
3: After watching the entire first season of Lost, I spent an hour writing down any unanswered questions or plotlines I could think of. The next day I found I still had forgotten several. I love that show.
4: I can't fucking wait to see Cry_Wolf. Any film with an underscore in the title is guaranteed bad movie awesomeness.
5: Here's a random fact. I'm already blanking on things to write and I have 15 more to go. Crap.
6: Today I found out from my brother that my favorite line and long time inside joke "Yay not so loud," from the craptastic TV show "The Secret Diary of Desmon Pfeiffer" is a misquote. It's actually "Hurray not quite as loud." I am crushed.
7: When I was about 13 I ran into a tree face first while running from a dog.
8: I've always wanted to buy this shirt but have been afraid I would be murdered on the street.
9: People have often asked me what the hell Veovis means. Let the mystery be revealed. He's the main villian in the novel Myst: The Book of Ti'Ana, the second of 3 books based in the universe of the popular computer game. I... am... such... a... dork.
10: I desperately need a new computer. My current PC I got when I was a senior in high school. I've nicknamed it "Methusela."
11: Even though I think The Empire Strikes Back is the "best" of the Star Wars films I have to admit that at times I think Return of the Jedi is my personal favorite.
12: Speaking of Jedi, I actually saw it in the theater when it was first released. I was two years old and all I remember is Luke being force lightninged up by the Emperor and being scared out of my fucking mind. It's my second earliest memory.
13: My earliest memory is being given a bath in the kitchen sink.
14: Though I have never ever been anywhere close to drunk, the most alcohol I ever consumed was in Germany freshman year durring spring break with Casey. We stayed at this very nice woman's house who was a friend of Casey's family and she fed us totally for free. Our last night there was her birthday and she wanted us all to have a glass of champagne with her. I didn't want to be rude and she was so nice, so I decided to just drink one glass. I felt a little strange and I guess "buzzed." I didn't find it pleasing at all and in fact hated the feeling entirely. Other than that, the most I've ever had is sips of beer to see what they taste like.
15: Speaking of Casey, he and I share the same middle name: Clayton.
16: I made a vow freshman year when a bunch of "the guys" decided to go to Hooters for dinner that I'd sooner go to a strip club than go to a Hooters because at least it would be honest. Since that day, I have been to 1 strip club for a bachelor party but have still never once set foot in a Hooters.
17: I used to steal food from the GSU... a lot.
18: It's almost exactly one year since I began my drive to LA which totally blows my mind.
19: I really miss being on stage. I went from 10 straight years of it to now a full year without it. It's weird.
20: Coming up with 20 things to write was way harder than it looked.
I'm not going to "tag" anyone. Well, unless they piss me off.
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| My first credit... |
[18 Sep 2005|07:02pm] |
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For anyone who is at all interested, the show I'm working on, Starting Over, premieres tomorrow (Monday). It's on at different times depending where you are, so go here: http://qa.www.startingovertv.com/ and enter your zipcode to see when and were to watch and/or set your Tivos.
I'm not gonna lie. The show kind of totally sucks ass, but it's fun to watch and make complete fun of. It's on Monday-Friday for 5 whole days of suck a week. I can't wait.
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| Well... |
[13 Sep 2005|11:22pm] |
So... I haven't updated in a while.
.......Yep. Indeed.
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| Totally jacked from Sean... |
[07 Sep 2005|09:25pm] |
the Wit
(61% dark, 38% spontaneous, 15% vulgar) | your humor style:
CLEAN | COMPLEX | DARK
You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean pretentious. You realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons' philosophy?--but rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat.
I guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff writer.
Your sense of humor takes the most thought to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion.
You probably loved the Office. If you don't know what I'm
talking about, check it out here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Jon Stewart - Woody Allen - Ricky Gervais
The 3-Variable Funny Test!
- it rules -
If you're interested, try my latest:
The Terrorism Test
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 76% on darkness | | You scored higher than 28% on spontaneity | | You scored higher than 5% on vulgarity |
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| Aparantly I'm a virgin. |
[02 Sep 2005|12:16am] |
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I don’t know if any of you have seen “The 40 Year Old Virgin” yet, but I went last week to my great pleasure. I was enjoying the film quite a lot, when I started to notice some mildly disturbing things. Many of the attributes of Steve Carell’s character seemed oddly familiar. Here’s a list of some of the things that made Steve such an obvious virgin.
1: He had a completely dorked out room filled to the brim with action figures, posters, and various adolescent wonders. (I happen to have action figures, nerdy posters and some badass Spider-Man sheets in my bachelor pad)
2: He had an obsession with video games. (Is it bad I consider my Xbox one of my closest friends?)
3: When asked why he’s so good at poker Steve says, “I play online poker for a few hours… right after I play Halo.” (This pretty much describes many a weekend in the life of John.)
4: An entire scene is devoted to making fun of Steve’s chest-hair. (Uhhhhh… no comment.)
5: When Steve’s buddy attempts to open one of his action figure’s original packaging, Steve freaks out. (Moments before Steve’s reaction, I let out a cry of horror in the theater.)
So aparantly all it really takes to seem like a complete and total virgin is to be exactly like John Longino. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to rest my head on my Spidey pillow and cry.
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| Vegas baby. |
[29 Aug 2005|12:34pm] |
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Well, I’m back from Las Vegas and a weekend of total awesomeness. The pops got us two nights at the MGM Grand for my b-day, and we hit the town all weekend like a couple of playas… I couple of playas with jean shorts. Yeah baby. Here are some highlights…
Busting out of a $60 dollar poker tournament at the New Orleans and then walking over to a 2-4 limit holdem table with $40 and walking away with $240.
Getting pocket 7s at said table, seeing a queen queen three flop, leading out betting, getting 3 callers and then turning the most beautiful card I have ever seen in my entire life, a 7.
My “International Meal” at the New Orleans buffet which consisted of a taco, a slice of pizza, a smoked sausage, orange chicken, refried beans, Mongolian chicken, garlic bread, and chicken cordon bleu.
Winning 40 bucks at roulette without having a single clue what I was doing.
Two words… Free Coke (of the cola kind).
Getting transported at Star Trek: The Experience at the Hilton. Klingon Encounter and Borg Invasion were the shit.
Seeing Chris Moneymaker play at the MGM Grand.
The Buffet at the Bellagio. Easily the best 36 dollars I have ever spent.
Playing 9 and 11 on the roulette at New York New York (in honor of my brother who did it when he went to Vegas).
Playing poker for about 2 days straight and leaving town ahead. I did the math. Gambling wise I won $70 (most of Friday’s profit went to carefree gambling for the rest of the weekend) and trip wise I only had $80 dollars less than what I brought with me. All and all an awesome weekend. I can’t wait to do it again.
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| Serenity here I come. |
[23 Aug 2005|11:21pm] |
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So I recently decided to check out the show Firefly since the film Serenity will be coming out in a short while. I must sadly admit that while many of my friends have been raving about/jacking off vigorously to the works of Josh Whedon for years, I have not seen any of Angel nor Buffy save the pilot episode of the latter. I am well aware that I've been missing out, but I'm a man that always sees things through to the end, and committing myself to 7 seasons has hindered my desire to start watching.
Luckily, Firefly is hardly such a mammoth undertaking. Now here's my first impressions. While I'm sure that Firefly is different than Buffy or Angel, I hoped it would possess the Josh Whedon flair I'd been hearing so much about. I thought it would be nearly impossible for this guy to live up to the hype I've heard for about a decade. Well, guess what...
Firefly is the shit! I'm totally amazed. I love the hell out of this show. And it's written incredibly well. It's kind of got this Cowboy Bebop thing going on with the space western, but not exactly the same. As for the cast, Adam Baldwin, of "My Bodyguard" fame, is fucking amazing and all the others I've never seen before but will definitely start looking out for elsewhere. And Morena Baccarin... holy shit. If I keep watching any longer my boner might break the TV.
After I get done with this show (the DVDs from Netflix can't come fast enough) I will clearly be getting around to this Buffy show I've heard so much about.
Also...
Kevin Smith
Your film will be 48% romantic, 45% comedy, 32% complex plot, and a $ 29 million budget. | | Kevin will take your slacker life and turn it into the cult classic it deserves to be --- like Mallrats (just kidding). If you can handle the menacing presence of Jay and Silent Bob all throughout your film, then Kevin is willing to oblige. Basically, he can take the lives of people who don't have much of a life and make it entertaining, so you're in good hands. |  |
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 30% on action-romance | | You scored higher than 85% on humor | | You scored higher than 31% on complexity | | You scored higher than 36% on budget |
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| At long last... a miracle |
[13 Aug 2005|03:23am] |
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Some of you may remember this little entry from well over a year ago…
http://www.livejournal.com/users/veovisjohn/2739.html
Well tonight I was at Dean’s playing a brisk 20 rounder of Mario Party with a few of Dean’s friends.
And guess what. That’s right…
IT HAPPENDED. IT FUCKING HAPPENED! 3 MIRACLE CAPSULES UNITED!
I still can’t fucking believe it. Dean’s friend had gotten two miracle capsules and he didn’t even know what they were. After a brief lecture, I hijacked the game and ordered him to go to as many capsule spots as possible to try and get a third. After about 20 minutes, he landed on one, asked for a capsule and then the game stopped suddenly, like a calm before the storm, much like the pause before a battle mini game. I instantly knew it had happened.
The next few moments of my life are best described as pure bliss. I totally freaked out. It was around 2:00 am and I let out a yell like a rebel charging the front line which, no doubt, woke up all of California. I hugged Dean so hard I think I might have killed him. I believe I may have danced a jig. All this in front of 2 people, not including Dean, who had no idea why I was so happy. I feel no shame in pronouncing that tonight was one of the happiest moments in my entire life.
I’m sure you’re wondering what happened after the capsules were united. To be honest it was not the least bit glamorous or flashy. The game master simply came out, said congratulations, and then gave every single star from the first player to the player that got the capsules, pretty much insuring his victory. Frankly, it could have been anything and I would have been fine. There was no way this was going to live up to the biblical hype it has received. I was just so excited that we had actually done it. For it was truly a miracle.
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| Don't judge a book by its cover. |
[10 Aug 2005|11:40pm] |
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Something is very wrong. I just took this What Book Are You? quiz that everyone and there cousin is doing and this is what came up…
................shit.
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| Longino? More like Longi-YES! |
[03 Aug 2005|04:19pm] |
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Yo dudes. What be up. I have come to realize that my entries of late have been pretty sparse. Granted I’m probably the only one who has noticed or even cares, but I try to cling to the desperate hope that someone out there actually reads this garbage. Under this notion, I apologize to you all, my fictitious readers.
The reason for my less than fertile journal is, of course, my new job as digitizer, or “second assistant editor” if you want to be fancy about it. The old John working as an operations pa, or janitor if you want to me honest about it, had a plethora of time to write crap ass entries on the job. However, new John has little to no time in his tasks to spend penning verbal excrement for the masses. Will the goats ever be blown again?
Sadly, the withering away of this journal is only one of the many things changing in my life. Now that I’m working nights 7:00pm to 3:00am I hardly get to see anyone I know anymore until the weekend. My weekdays are spent waking up at the early hours of noon, showering, then promptly placing my ass in a chair and watching Sean’s and mines new Dish Network with Tivo clone all damn day. It’s so pathetic even I, the man with little to no shame, can’t help but be embarrassed.
Thankfully, in order to combat my immanent death from a bad diet, soda, and lack of movement, I have begun exercising. That’s right, folks. You heard it here first. John is exercising. I now have a tri weekly routine of going down to the apartment swimming pool and doing laps. I’ve also reduced my Coke drinking to about two a day and have started even making sandwiches and soup rather than hitting up Carl’s Jr. It’s good to know that I may end up living to 50 rather than 27.
Despite my complete lack of a social life, career wise I’m actually in pretty good shape. I work for the assistant editors who in turn work for the editors so I’m really only about 2 steps away from the job I want. Also, it’s comforting to notice that all of the other second assists that I work with are all almost 7 to 10 years older than myself and it took them about 2 years with the company to get where they are now. All in all not to bad. I’m going to continue blatantly sucking myself off now. Yeeessssssss. Ohhhhh yeeeeeaaaaahhhh that’s it. Right there baby.
Okay… that’s enough of the John on John action. So anyway, even though I’m pretty much not going to have a life to speak of for the next year or two, I guess it’s a small price to pay for the life I want. It’s also strange to realize that now I’m 100% a working total adult. An adult… that makes self-fellatio jokes. Sigh.
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| Further proof that I am a moron... |
[26 Jul 2005|12:11pm] |
Well I’m back from Atlanta and Dave’s wedding. It was certainly a fun time, though definitely stressful with my groomsman commando duties. What with missing tuxedos, missing relatives, and other general wedding madness, I was wound pretty tight troubleshooting everything.
Dave and I developed a habit where any and everything he needed I would supply. I transformed into a soldier, following orders to the letter without question or hesitation. Want some water? You got it! Desperately need a coke? Yes sir! Want me to off the mother in law? Consider her throat slit.
After a few days this ritual was pretty much in full swing. Dave would call my name and Pavlov style I would come to attention. Much the same occurred at Dave’s reception dinner where, just a few minutes before Dave and Kate were to leave for their honeymoon, David called me to his side. It went something like this…
“John. I need you to do something,” said David as he approached, a box full of odds and ends in his arms.
“Sure, Dave. Whatever you need,” answered John, his whole demeanor instantly transforming into that of a faithful lieutenant.
“I need you to take this box,” David held the box in his arms up as if John couldn’t see it, “and follow us out of here with it. After awhile, we’re going to pull over and then we’ll take the stuff. Got it?”
“Absolutely,” replied John, now taking the box.
John went over the instructions once again in his head. Follow them out. Pull over. Give stuff. He then ran out to the parking lot and got into his car, pulling it around just a few feet behind the bride and groom’s car. He then sat and waited.
After a minute or two John could see the couple exiting the building with the entire wedding party in tow. John started the car as Dave and Kate got into their Just Married-mobile. As the couple drove off to cheers and applause, John began to follow them. As he passed the crowd, he couldn’t help but notice a few strange glances from family and friends.
Now on the road, John followed the shaving cream covered car, waiting for David to pull over so he could transfer the belongings. After a few minutes, David had still made no moves towards the side of the road or any other street. Slightly confused, John began to gently honk his horn to signal David. Perhaps in all the wedding excitement, David had simply forgotten about his orders.
Two miles later, there was still no sign that David was going to stop. John, completely befuddled, now sped up to the side of the car and rolled down his window.
“Dave!” John shouted. David finally turned to look and saw his friend waiving and driving madly in the next lane. An expression crept over David’s face that would best be described as a hybrid of shock and pity.
“John, what the fuck are you doing?” exclaimed David, clearly not expecting this at all.
“I’m supposed to give you your stuff. Remember?” Explained John.
David signaled to pull over at the nearest parking lot.
John got out of his car and walked over to the couple that was now standing next to a Popeye’s Chicken in full gown and tuxedo. David immediately spoke.
“John, you fucking dumbass. You were supposed to follow us out of the wedding walking and then put the stuff in the back of our car.”
“But wait,” said John, “You said that we were going to pull over!”
“No I didn’t,” said David.
“I swear to God that’s what you said.”
“Why the fuck would I have you tail us out of the wedding?”
At this point both David and John just broke down into laughter. After a few minutes and a lot of apologies, John gave David his box, hugged the bride and sent them on their merry way… again.
When John returned to what remained of the wedding party, he found it mostly deserted with the exception of a few stragglers. Everyone he saw asked the same question: “What the hell were you doing?”
The moral of the story: I am still an idiot.
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| I am the worst driver ever. |
[21 Jul 2005|04:40am] |
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So I have a flight to catch at 12:30 tomorrow so I have to get up early. And low and behold, what do I do? On my way home from work at 3:00 am I was taking the onramp from the 101 to the 405 at my usual completely insane speed when, because I was going so damn fast, I suddenly skidded out of control. I hit the curb and proceeded to get a flat tire and a totally fucked up rim. Praise god this was at 3:00 am, otherwise I’d probably be dead from oncoming traffic. Anyway, I had to wait for an hour for AAA to show up since I didn’t have a jack. I then had to take the extra scary ride home on the temporary tire that seemed about as sturdy as a rickety old boat that happens to be on fire. I just now got home. Moral of the story: I am a total fucking idiot.
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| The Tale of the Dreaded DMV Test |
[18 Jul 2005|02:31am] |
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This past week in the world of John…
I went to the DMV on Wednesday to get a California License. One of the many things I had to do in order to receive said license, besides blow a few DMV boys, was pass the so called “totally impossible/hardest thing ever” multiple choice exam. The bad rep for the test came from none other than Stu Chait. For the past year every time I mentioned needing to get a license, Stu would turn down the lights, pull out his flashlight, shine it in his face, and begin to tell the terrifying tale of the “Dreaded DMV Test.” He always told it in that fake Hitchcock voice he used in A Night With Edgar. And I definitely thought it was strange how he threw mystical exploding powder on a campfire and asked for the approval of something called “The Midnight Society.”
…Anyway, Stu basically said that the test was full of tons of questions that were California specific and would be impossible to know without studying. So did I listen to Stu’s tale of horror? Hellz no. I waltzed into the local Van Nuys DMV having spent about 0.0 seconds boning up on the quiz (I basically felt like I was back in college). So guess what happened? Did I fail miserably? Did I run out of the DMV screaming with hair turned gray?
Not only did I pass the near impossible test, I bitch slapped it’s ass! I got 35 questions out of 36 right. Yeah! Choke on that baby! John: 1 California: nothing.
Footnote: Naturally Stu will most likely respond to this entry, so I have already provided an approximation of his comment below…
From the computer of Stu Chait:
You see, John, there’s a reason you passed that test so easily. That’s because… (insert some form of lame ass excuse). And another thing… (insert unprovoked jab at Sean Persaud because Stu likes to start massive rumbles).
In conclusion (Insert witty final statement using a lot of fancy vernacular to sound smart).
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| Digitize! |
[13 Jul 2005|12:41am] |
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Well, it’s 12:30 am... and I’m at work?!? Do do do do do do do do (that’s the Twilight Zone theme in case you didn’t know.) That’s right. My night shift digitizing job has begun, and to be perfectly honest it’s not too shabby.
Here’s how my day goes. I show up, grab a few tapes and pop them into various editing bays. I mark an in at the beginning of the tape and an out at the end. I then hit batch digitize. I then sit on my ass for the next hour or so letting the tapes roll. After that hour I set up some new tapes and then get back doing jack nothing. All I can say is... this is awesome.
Now normally people like to have a lot to do at work to let the time fly. However, I have always been the exact opposite. My time really flies when I get to just bum around and do my own thing. I can shoot the shit with coworkers or even write lame ass journal entries that no one will give a shit about. The sky’s the limit!
The only thing that has made this day less than grand is the extreme lack of sleep I got last night. I forced myself to stay up past 3:00 am so I wouldn’t be totally jacked up today... err I mean tonight. But fate decided that was just not gonna work out. At 7:30 this morning rooftop construction began at my apartment. The giant ass jackhammer pounding right over my head left me less than rested for today. Why does shit like that always happen? God is one hell of a jackass.
Anyway, I guess it’s about that time again to make my rounds. Have fun going to work at 9:00 suckers while I get to sleep in. That is until the pounding up above begins.
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| Return of the John |
[06 Jul 2005|03:02pm] |
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What up motherfuckers! After a good while with little to no entries to be found, John’s Livejournal is back! And it’s better than ever! Now you’ll get twice the idiocy, three times the bitching and, if you act now, a lifetime supply of goat blowing references. All for the low price of wasting a few minutes of your life.
Anyway, nothing has really happened worth telling you guys about. I’m training my replacement this week and my training as a digitizer begins on Friday. Blah blah blah. Etc.
Saw War of the Worlds twice during 4th of July weekend. (I’m sure you’ve all seen it but don’t read on if you haven’t and or give a shit.) Really really like the beginning. Really really don’t like his son walking out of the brownstone at the end totally not dead. I knew it was coming, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s retarded. At least I know one thing. When the apocalypse does hit I’m getting my ass to Boston. New York was in total ruins but apparently what looked like Bay State Rd. met with little to no trouble. A pregnant lady and her folks hid out with nary a problem and emerged completely unscratched or dirty, and looking totally ready for teatime. All they needed was Jeeves the butler to come prancing out with cocktails. Stupidest ending ever.
Last week I moved in with Sean. Things are going well so far. And by that I mean we’ve already had sex. I’ve been too tired/lazy to bother to unpack so hopefully I’ll get around to that before the end of the year. However, we’ve already busted out the Super Monkey Ball Deluxe, which already makes our place best apartment ever. However, I was saddened to find that all the Dole product placements have been removed from the PS2 version. What fucking gives? That makes like half the game.
This weekend Jess Server’s heading into town to party down, so that should be badass. There were clearly not enough troupe people in town yet. It’s too bad her stay will not be permanent, but I guess the siren call of LA just ain’t for everyone. Less sporadic updates to come from now on. I know you all can’t wait.
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| Well, the debate is over. There is no God. |
[30 Jun 2005|09:14pm] |
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If any of you have been wondering just how my week is going, this should give you a vague idea...
I just now got home from work.
I did nothing but hard labor (i.e. lifting shit all god damn day long)
I stared at 9:00 am. I ended at 9:00 pm.
If I didn't have a promotion to look forward to, I'm about 99.99999999999% sure I'd have committed a murder/suicide right about now.
In conclusion... fuck you BMP.
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[24 Jun 2005|04:52pm] |
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Yesterday I had what was easily the absolute worst day of work in my entire life. This day even beat out the time I was working in medical records and had to haul a whale-sized woman in a wheelchair around for 4 straight hours. Here’s how my day went…
It started with me and my semi-boss Mike picking up a massive Duel sized rental truck for our storage emptying needs. I decided to try and drive this gigantic machine, even though I had little to no experience with big rigs, and I’m pretty sure I needed like a class XXJ license to do it.
We pull into the old storage and begin to get to work dismantling these 12 feet high metal shelving units that are about the size of Texas times 20. I end up standing on the top shelf with a ratchet beginning to dismantle the thing. One nut was being particularly difficult, so I gave it a big tug, only to have the shelf I was standing on give way under the pressure. I proceed to fall 12 feet down, breaking through all 4 metal shelves looney toons style, hitting the ground all while the now broken off metal shelves fall on top of me.
I then begin to get up, completely shocked that I’m not dead. In fact, I’m totally fine. No broken or fractured bones and no cuts. I’m just a bit sore. As I throw off the last bit of shelf on top of me, I breathe a sigh of relief and get back to work.
It was at this point that 2 very large men arrived at the door. One of them quite simply said, “Uh, I think you hit my car.” Mike and I go outside to check. Neither of us remembered hitting anything on the way in, and usually that’s something you’d notice. The dude shows me his car and the whole right side is scratched to shit. The right taillight is broken.
I then say, “Hmmmmm… maybe this wasn’t us.” I then go over to check out our truck, only to find the left side scratched with bits of taillight hanging off of it. “Errrr….. or maybe it was us.”
We exchange information and have to wait for the company lawyer to come out. Luckily, it happened on the job, so the company’s insurance will pay for it. After filling out a bunch of paperwork, we get back to cleaning out storage.
Near the end of the day, we head out being extra careful not to hit any parked cars in the lot. Now Mike is driving as I have been banned from using the big rig by my main boss. We get to the new company storage to begin unloading all our shit only to discover that the truck is too big to fit through the entrance to the storage.
I get out of the car and try to talk to the manager to figure out what the hell we can do. While Mike tries to park the truck somewhere. We’re blocking another truck from getting in and the guy is freaking out and honking and cussing, etc. Mike, clearly somewhat upset, swings the truck around to a small parking lot next to the storage but, not paying attention, just so happens to hit a car parked there. I can see him doing it, but he doesn’t notice and he keeps driving with the side of the truck scratching the rear of this other car all to shit. I scream and wave, but he doesn’t see me.
I then run over to the truck and knock on the door. He opens up and I say, “Dude, you totally just hit that car right there.” I wish I had a Polaroid of the look on his face, because it was easily the saddest expression I have ever seen in my whole life.
We find the owner, who turns out to be this super old lady with an incredibly senile older husband. They freak the hell out and start saying things like, “Why did you do this? What did we ever do to you?” It’s a total mess. The company lawyer comes out AGAIN and we go through the whole thing of paperwork.
We don’t finish unloading until about 7:00 pm.
Is it time for me to digitize yet?
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| All work and no play makes John a dull boy |
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Entries are going to be few and far between this week since work is totally kicking my ass. And sadly, it looks like it will be for the next few weeks. I found out today that the start date for Starting Over postproduction has been pushed back. So now my new job won’t start until Friday July 8th. Meanwhile I’m stuck as a PA for a few weeks more. Booooo-urns. Yay not so loud. Etc.
On the bright side, at least clearing out the company storage has yielded a massive pile of free shit I have taken home. Here’s the booty so far:
2 new pairs of shoes
2 jackets
Box full of Axe deodorant and body wash (look out ladies)
Roller-skates
Rolling desk chair
Ironing board
Black wig
Nice dress shirt
Sweater
2 beach chairs
Small suitcase
Virgin Airlines jumpsuit
And, best of all, a Sweedish tempur-pedic mattress worth about $1600.
Free shit is awesome.
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