HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!

















it took me about 20 minutes to make this costume. you can't see it in this picture, but that includes a tail.
for those who can't tell what this is:

i went to el torito for lunch, as i do sometimes, but not that often. maybe i went 2 or 3 weeks ago? i really should start preparing food at home again to bring in to work, but i've been so lazy with cooking lately. all i make/eat at home is salad, cereal, hummus, and other misc. foods that don't need to be cooked so much as prepared or heated somewhat. also, i've been having tupperware issues. but, i went, and i figured i'd get the big combo plate, which is called the macho combo, because it is only 2 dollars more and comes with twice as much food. the man set down this monster plate and i didn't even eat half of it. when i asked for a box, he said "it appears you were not macho enough for the combo!" naturally, i fought him to the death. i lost, and am updating this blog from one step beyond!!!!!
yesterday:
went on a bike ride to MOCA to see the exhibit ECSTASY: art in and about altered states. lots of derelicts were there. some of the art was very good, some of it was way crappy crap. wow. when did i become so profound?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AV!!!!















you're 30 now. it's... cool.

sleepytime
hullo. i got up way early today because the girl i carpool with needed to be at work at 8 am. so i had to be at her place by 7:30. so i had to leave my apt by 7. so i had to wake up at 6:48. ugh!
this banana i'm eating is so green and un ripe that i just checked the sticker to make sure i didn't buy plantains. ok. i had to stop eating it. i did eat enough to ensure that i will remain hungry yet get a horrible stomach ache. a perfect balance has been achieved.
here's some things you may have missed.
thurs:
went to campanile's for grilled cheese night. i had different impressions about what grilled cheese night was going to be. i thought it would be kind of a sampling of different grilled cheeses continuously being served. pretty much how i picture heaven. but instead it was just one expensive grilled cheese. i ate with ed, his german flat mate, and his friend aaron. the strange california pronunciation of aaron and erin as the same was discussed, since ed as well is from back east. the german girl is from slightly further east, but she knew what we were talking about. when we were leaving campanile's people were discussing where they had parked. ed asked me and i said, oh, i'm right in front here. and ed asked where, and i pointed again and said, right here. then they noticed i was pointing at a tiny bmx bike locked to the bike rack in front. we all had a good laugh. later on ed told me what his friends though:
aaron: it's too bad he's not gay, he's really cuuuuuuuute!
german: wait, he's not gay?
bonus: while riding my bike to dinner i pass by this bar where the sketchsters are always smoking outside on the curb. Dish! i saw luke perry out there, and he was talking in a way lively manner to some girl. seemed like a bit of a tiff. give er hell dylan. ps. you weigh like 85 pounds and look like a creep.
ps. i am coining this term. since i set off everyone's gaydar, i guess i am gaydioactive.
fri:
i think i spent friday in one of my patent pending fugue states.
sat:
did some laundry, did some errands. at night, i tried to go to the opening of the new exhibit at MOCA, exstacy, art in and about altered states with kim. we got the address/directions confused and drove aimlessly through downtown where we stumbled upon skid row. there were dozens of tents set up everywhere, and tons of hobos and scragbagglers walking about through the streets aimlessly. it's like the thriller video. i immediately called land and asked him why he'd never brought me there before.
sun:
rose bowl flea market. i bought some more metal stacking barrister bookcases, and now my bookshelving needs are taken care of for quite some time. i also bought a tree that requires little to no light and/or love to go in the living room. i have no idea how we fit a tree and a bookcase in a toyota corolla, but i have deep cuts on my arms and legs and they are filled with sap.
later that day, nicole and i were riding our bikes doing some errands, as is our wont and custom. there was a car waiting to pull into the valet parking section of the grove, and we stopped our bikes. i smiled creepily at the person driving the car until they looked over, and then i said "h.. hi". it was matthew perry, Dish! he seemed sorry to be blocking the road and moved his car forward. nicole had just picked up her rx from the dentist. i thought we should have offered matt perry some painkillers since he apparently likes them.
mon:
uhh it's columbus day and i have to work? that sucks. i give that 5 out of 5 small pox infested blankets.
did you spot them all? i hope so.

Dear Sweater,
why do you insist on smelling like dog everytime you get slightly wet? it's really unappealing.
love, me.

I'm very very tired today.
but that won't stop me from bloggin up a storm.
















Yesterday on my ride home I decided to call Jenn Kerrs. I think she changed her name to Singer or Kerrs-Singer when she got married, which kind of robs me of the joy of the sound of "jennkerrs" when said as if one word. but good for you with the whole marriage thing. i called her to ask her... in school she had a friend named dana (i was friends with her as well but you know) and my friend todd sort of liked her and made her a mixtape, and included this song called "you suck" where the refrain is, not surprisingly, you suck. and i like that concept a lot, because he went to the trouble of making a girl a mixtape but was then working against himself by including that song, catchy as it may have been. and i was wondering if jennkerrs remembered the name of the band, because it was quite a catchy tune. and also, the whole giving that song to people aspect, very funny. the phrase 'you suck' had been in my head because of a little project i'm working on. i wanted to write a sitcom about a manchild, and said manchild is hated by his mother. the pilot is almost finished. nause and i are crafting pure gold here people. pure gold. in the credits, we see the mother give birth to her son, and the dr puts her baby in her hands, and she looks into his face, and says "you suck"
why would someone say that to a baby? the baby doesn't understand you lady. get with the program! aaanywho.
this morning starts my new plan of riding my bike to kristina's house and carpooling in the morning. it's better than biking the whole way because it's only half way, and the not scary part to bike. getting in and out of the valley has some car-laden streets i'm not too fond of. also, it's not so much biking either time, so i don't have to get up all kinds of early. and i hate driving. so i'm cutting that out of my life. we shall see how it goes. my sister keeps telling me to buy a helmet. as if i want helmet hair all day at work! get with the program sisterpants.
today was the spesh salad day at the circle seven cafeteria. (that's one of the disney commissaries - but it's a few miles away). i call every single day to ask what the salad selection is. the woman who answers the phone is often not happy to hear from me. hey lady, if you published the salad selection online with the other info, i wouldn't have to call you every day. the good news, no one ever programmed my name into the phone, so it's not me she hates. it's andy meeks. that's the guy who used to sit here. his name pops up on someone's screen whenever i make a call. so, they had the good salad today. the good salad is the southwestern caesar salad. it has some mixed greens, tomatoes, cheese, tortilla strips, and corn. i know, corn in a salad? it kinda works/is unnoticeable. but the best thing is the dressing. it's something spicy yet cool, sweet yet savory, it's a combination of disparate elements that do battle on my palate with every memory i have ever had and in the end i am left with a viking funeral of lettuce going down my throat. what's up with these sentences? i should stop mixing metaphors and/or angel dust with my drinking water. but i had no way of getting to this salad. it's about 4 miles away. then i remembered tony. he is a buddy over in the arts section, and we get lunch sometimes together. i felt it would be totally goache to ask him to eat, tell him i wanted to eat there, and have him drive. so i asked him what his plans were for lunch, and he said we should eat together. we couldn't come up with a place so i suggested we systematically start eating at all the different commissaries, and he agreed. tony, you walked into my trap. so we went. tony got chicken cordon bleu. he was impressed with the quality of his meal and the sheer class of the dish he was served. he even commented on the fine bouquet of the kit-kat bars he had for dessert. we went with elizabeth, who works in tony's department there, doing graphic design. she is nice, and has a teensy slight accent. i asked her where she was born and raised. russia. i asked her if it was true that the russian economy was based on borrowed milk and mail-order brides. she seemed upset so i quickly changed the subject by asking her if she had ever seen snow. ok that didn't happen, but i think she most likely found me to be as charming as all get out. natch.

ps. HAPPY JEW YEAR!!!


















Would you go shofar as to say the same to me?

loyal readers, i am filled with contempt for you...
so what's up gang?!?! last night erin took me to see a movie her friend and colleague had done. so we went to westwood to see this. it was part of the first annual westwood film festival. the nights bill included a short film entitled _letting go_ and the feature her friend made, _freeze out_.
we got there and met erin's friends, a guy and his ladyfriend. i spoke to his ladyfriend about the buskers at the 3rd st. promenade and how they give me the heebie jeebies, especially the following two buskers.
1) arthritis guy. this doughy little man, he seems to be some stripe of asian, pacific islander, i don't know what. his identifying characterstics are: crushed spirit; doughy build; waxy looking hair; glasses so exceedingly thick that there is no way they were crafted within the past 80 years; oh, and his creepy jaggedy claw hands that he uses to grip his cardboard sign explaining that he has severe arthritis in his hands and needs money for an operation. this guy steals part of my soul every time i look at him. i have caught myself slowing down to try to comprehend if this arthirits thing is a strange begging technique or if he is on the level, and all that happens is that i feel an icyness enter my body and i feel as if i will never be happy again.
2) other creep. (i really don't have names for these guys - i try not to think about them/anthropomorphize them). this guy is this guy who looks like he was made up of two different action figure pieces. his upper body is RIPPPED DAWGGG and his legs are so thin and spindly and creepy. he sits in the lotus position and makes these strange whooping sounds and bird calls. and then you look around, and he's looking at you, with this creepy smile, and he starts holding himself up by his arms, and swinging his broken little lotus legs about and doing feats of upper body strength. buddy, there's absolutly no reason to make bird sounds and then make eye contact and smile at me. in case you were wondering, you will already haunt my nightmares for eternity. no need to go overboard.
so that conversation was kind of fun. buddy, your ladyfriend is nice. her lisp is endearing.
so then we went in and saw the movies. the first one was a short that was really iffy. it was called _letting go_ and it had a "drug transition" - in 3 shots the main girl went from smoking a joint with a bunch of 30 year old quasi burn outs to doing a line of coke and then mainlining heroin. talk about a gateway drug! also, the dudes shmoking, they were wearing new bandanas and they seemed like it was really heavy shit they were smoking. they were all slumped against the wall of this derelict apartment that had some feces smeared street sign against the wall. it was over the top, yet somehow a very accurate representation of weed smokers. skid row has never before been so aptly described. and whoa! when it was over, the guy running the film festival started jawing about how this was such a powerful film and how if they were giving an award for best actor the main girl would have won it. uhhhhhh...
the full length, which erin's friend made, was actually pretty good and had a lot of funny lines in it. it was called _freeze out_ and the direction was a bit much at times, but it was shot in a TV stylesque manner (some new fangled show with freezes and crazy cuts et cetera) and with digital and the dude was trying things out. some of them worked quite well, some of it made it seem like a really really long episode of frenetic siezurific television, but still, a good movie. oh, the movie had a star in it. Eddie Pepitone. one of the funniest comedians i've ever seen. he told a story about talking to his two cats that was mindblowing. and when some woman got up to leave during it, he apologized for not having any material about aeroplane food. brillo.
also. don't you hate it when you just graze over part of your face, lettuce say your eyebrow, and you feel a little point of pain and you realize that you will have a zit there in 3 days, and you spend the rest of the day touching it and your keyboard gets filled with eyebrow hairs? thinning eyebrows is a big fear of mine. it is compacted by the fact that i think they're thin at the ends to begin with, and i think someone cut them off at the ends once while i was sleeping. because a lot of people suddenly mentioned one day how the ends of my eyebrows were thin. later that week i felt like i had cut my hair and accidentally trimmed my eyebrows, but that memory may have been implanted.
i normally wear some sort of random shirt and a sweater over that when i am going to work (as is my wont and custom), because my office is usually kept below freezing point. in case you're wondering, they raised the freezing point to adjust for our new love based economy. however, today the office has been heated, so i am forced to take off my sweater shirt thingy that i am wearing over my t shirt. The t-shirt is red, with fuzzy blue letters on it.
what my t-shirt actually says: (front) THEY GROW ON YOU (back - it has four long and complicated names. i am assuming this shirt was some sort of eastern european law firms jokey t-shirts for the company slow-pitch league. a league that was instituted to raise moral, teamwork, and foster a competitive edge - to help us slam dunk the peterson account, natch.)
what my t-shirt says to everyone who sees me wear it: start a conversation with me about my shirt and ask me questions because if you just keep asking what it means, we'll figure this one out. JUST KEEP ASKING!!!!

10/03/05

HAPPY FISCAL NEW YEAR!!!!












ps. i signed up thinking V as in boy, and then saw it as vasin boy, and worried that people might think i'm really into vasins. and in my head it was a combination of a vase and a basin, but i don't know that a vasin is something. hopefully it will be some sort of sexuall slang that I stumbled into and all of my readers will be strange bear dudes who are into CBT and/or buffy fans. imagining that venn diagram is bending my brain.