i got a new job at a fancy office (picture below)

Yesterday i went to land's dad's house to help him move some boxes and stuff. we got chinese food for lunch, from panda express. land and i used to meet up at the panda express at the disney studio lot commissary. according to land, this particular panda express location is better and tastier than every other panda express. even though the others are tasty. either way, when we get back to his dad's house, after we finish eating, we realize that there is only one fortune cookie left. neither of us really likes to eat the fortune cookie that much, but we both do enjoy the ancient black art of the fortune-reading. briefly discussed, the idea of throwing out the cookie or destroying it was rejected. i still hold that it would have been the best solution. then we started talking about who should get to claim the fortune as being theirs, and having it apply to themselves. then i said we could each start out with a 50% stake in claiming the fortune, and if one of us really wanted the fortune, he could purchase shares from the other in order to claim the full force of the fortune. finally we just decided that we should just open the cookie and read the fortune. i am assuming we would have just called dibs if it was a good fortune. being the inside man, being the person actually _holding_ the cookie, i knew that this contest was mine. so i opened the fortune cookie, and pulled out the following message:
An important discussion will take place today.

i bought the neatest eye-glasses yesterday.
at a thrift store, it was a pair of eye-glasses. they are tri-focals, i think? the lenses have a bulbous middle part, and that bulbnous part has a bi-focal slash in it. they make the world intense. things far away look miles away and foggy, but then when things get closer it is as if they are being shot at you in 3-D. they give me a headache w/in second of putting them on but i can't stop.
also, when you wear them, your eyes appear to be giant to anyone looking at you. they aremore intense than trelawny's eye-glasses.

http://www.hollywoodbowl.com/tix/performance_detail.cfm?id=2651

follow that link to an advert for nph playing wam.

re-action?!

in the morning one of the strawberries that dogman had purchased had mold on it, so i threw it out.
when i returned home later that day, i noticed that one of my apples had been thrown out. what's going on here? am hoping for the best (OCD - needed odd number of fruit in the house).
but i think we all know it's retribution.

I received a phone call on Tuesday about working on Thursday and Friday. I knew nothing about what i would be doing, only that it was on a set in a hotel in Pasadena. That sounds sort of suspect, but I figured it would be best not to ask much about it and just show up. So i went and it was two days in a hotel for nick-at-night shooting promos. the series that they are going to be playing that needed these promos: a different world. so the cast was there. in smaller groups. i told jasmine (who played whitley) that i loved her in _dead like me_ - which i mean. i liked her in that show, i spose, but i just thought it was a funny thing to say to her. oh, before they got there i was asking the wardrobe guy over and over again if he brought glasses for duane wayne. he was like what? does he wear glasses? and i was upset that he didn't remember duane wayne's trademark look included flip up sunglasses. he asked me if i was a huge fan of the show and i was horrified. i told him certainly not.
so duane wayne and jasmin are there. duane was w/o trademark glasses. i guess that would be too much, and he wants people to take him seriously. when he was leaving, he got halfway down the hallway and came back looking for his hat, saying where's my hat? who stole my hat?! he was joking, but still. i told him to forget about it, because it was probably already up on ebay. he chuckled and agreed with me and i just looked back at him.
on friday when i finished work, they said i could take whatever left over food, or else it would be thrown out or donated to homeless people (aka thrown out). so i took most of the leftover fruit, in a giant blue plastic trash bag. it was about 20 pounds of apples, oranges, bananas, and peaches.
but ... i think dogman may be upset with me. i came home late from work on thursday, and had to leave early for work on friday. so early that i had to feed the dogs at 6:15 right before i left, and 6:15 when i got home. this is instead of at 7:30 and then 5:30. when i fed them dogman said, 'they were so hungry... pacing back and forth...' (I don't know if he will refuse to feed his own dogs. i wonder how long that would go on for, and i wonder if it's because he feels he shouldn't do anything subservient in front of the dogs and set a bad example.)
just a note, when i came home, he was standing in the living room, wearing a towel, dripping. he'd apparently been swimming in the pool. i guess pool-side allowed him a pretty good vantage point of his animals starving.
so he makes that comment, and then about an hour later, he leaves. and then... the doorbell rings. it's an airconditioner repair man. he asks me what he's supposed to do. i am kind of confused bc dogman will usually tell me when someone is coming by. hey, the XXXX person is coming, pool, door, landsdcaper etc. But this time, no.
i tell the repairman that i don't know what the problem is, and i tell him to hang on. i speed-dial dogman, and he says "they finally showed up? they had an appointment for between 9 and 10 today. and they said they couldnt make it, so they made the appointment for 11. so tell him."
"tell him what ... exactly?"
"tell him that we've decided to go with a different company, since they missed their appointments."
so i told the guy what dogman told me to tell him, and he replied, "i'm sorry to hear that. we really are good."
about an hour later i realized that perhaps... dogman was trying to teach me a lesson about responsibility and keeping my appointments. maybe dogman hired an _actor_ to go through that ruse w/ me, so he could teach me a lesson about what happens if i am playful w/ the feeding schedule of the dogs a second time. i think that's amazing. not only does it show how dogman doesn't cotton to foolishness (even if the person/company/service is _really good_ - don't deliver on the promise and you'll be given the keys to the street). and also that he would be so elegant about it. i also admire his willingness to spend money irrationally. dogman is holding up the twisted and cruel carnival fun-house mirror to show me my foibles!!
i'm also thinking right now that the heavy scent of urine in my room is also dogman's doing. he did say, "rocky must have been so pissed at you, literally, for being gone for so long." literally.
so then yesterday night i went running and i passed an open sewer line w/ workers going into it. i had smelled gas earlier so i started to run as hard as i could, fearing the imminent blast, and then i felt bad about being such a life-hungry weakling.
later on i saw more people in sewers around gas lines (all civil servants, nothing looked shady) but the incidence of mole activity makes me think that the govmt of la is preparing itself to be attacked via the underground utilities.

one day later - can't figure out dogman.

now... is he giving me good signs? he bought a huge amount of fruit, which he's never done before. is it because i brought home all of that fruit from the set? it must be. he has given me felinesque gifts of food before. when i was cooking lots of chicken nuggets and fish filets, a box of each randomly appeared in the freezer. not my stuff, way classier than what i would buy. was it a message to class it up, or was he showing me a glimpse of the good life. are these his overtures to me? and are his straight on come ons when he lounges in the pool, reading? does dogman find the weather delicious, or me? i need to know how your heart feels, dogman!