My Bad

I made a mistake. Since I didn't have sound on this computer, I assumed the wrong band. I'll find the correct one. You should check out that website anyway. That bands equally as moronic.

If you have like 10 hours to kill and need a good laugh, check out Megadeth's website.

Best Rawk Band, Ever!

Last night I listened to the corniest, most awesome, ridiculous song in the history of metal, or mankind. Imagine Sepultura, but with ranging vocals from coarse growling to high-pitched wailing, with a women choir, pseudo-harmonizing with the singer in a dueling vocals type thing. Then I found out who they are. I'm pretty sure this is the band; I don't have sound on current computer so I can't listen to it, but the band is called Trivium. The song is called "Pull Harder on the Strings of your Martyr." I encourage anyone to listen to this song or watch the video. The video can only be awesome. I'm going to watch it tonight. The song sings about witches, from what I could make out of it.

Oh, don't forget to check out their website. It's everything you would like it to be. It's like the Darklord's domain. Let your mouse cursor roll over the links at the top and see how seriously dedicated these guys are to their cause. Jeff, it looks as if they're coming to Chicago in February.

Dumb Movie

I watched "Passion of the Christ" last night. That was a dumb movie. I do not recommend anyone to watch it. Story, if you know it, is the same as you've known all your life. Mel tries so hard for unnecessary character developement. Also, the most obvious, super, very, unnecessary violence. I know he probably was just trying to intensify the scenes and show more compassion for what Jesus did, but, come on. There's no reason for an hour walk up to Calvary getting beat the fuck up the whole time. It was just stupid. I wish I watched something else. Something with value or at least a good story going on instead of, "Hmmm, how can we make this scene really ridiculous? Should we bring out a steamroller and run Jesus over with it next?" It was just like a Three Stooges episode, if they re-enacted the crucifiction, and made it Rated R.

X-mas Eve

So on X-mas eve, after a dumb two hours at work, I drove down to Anaheim to hang out for the weekend. The ride down was great, aside from the fact that my tape deck in the car does not play those tape adapters to play my Minidisc player. I brought my computer speakers, but the noise of the road was just too much for the sound to peak over. So I just listened to "Baby, Don't Be Messing With Those Arabs In My Head" for the eleventh hundred time. The thing I was going to listen to was a minidisc recording of Henry Rollins' "Up For It" DVD that I watched the night before. It's super awesome, but watching it is really dumb. Not Henry, but the camera. It's like they got Oliver Stone to film this. It's just a spoken word gig, but the camera angles come in from all directions. He's just talking about something and the camera pulls in, pans around from the backside of his head to the front, and then zooms in. It's quite ridiculous. Show the intensity of him talking about going to the zoo.

We were deciding where to eat and Charlie kept pitching this place called the Vineyard that they ate at the day before. Since he wouldn't relent on that, we decided to go there. Problem was that it was in California Adventure. Joe was purchasing his ticket and I looked at the rates and noticed that they didn't have separate passes for Disneyland and California. They used to sell differnt ones, but I heard they decided to get rid of that and have the pass be valid for both of them. I didn't see the "Park Hopper" pass. So this is where ignorance would've been bliss. If I previously didn't know about this California/Disneyland thing, I would've asked, but since I did, based on the information I saw and processed, I just went into California without asking. Once inside, Mrs. Pittack told me that the pass we had was only good for either Disneyland or California. Thanks, Charlie. To top that off, the place wasn't even called the Vineyard. Not that it mattered, but I just kept giving Charlie a hard time. So we get seated and we order two bottles of wine. We order food, eat, Joe orders dessert and a bottle of dessert wine. By the time we left that place, and before we even did anything at this park, we're blasted. We make our way over the the water ride which was fun except for the fact that they make the tube/raft thing you're in spin all the time. That was dumb. When the ride stars off, you go up this long incline and you're anticipating this huge, fun drop up a head. Slowly it approaches. Here it comes! You peak over it and slowly get released onto mildly flowing water to start the slow float through the ride.

The California Adventure Park should actually be called "the Beach Boys Fantasy Land." You are just listening over and over to caliope/musak versions of Beach Boy songs. Which was great since Mrs. Pittack hates the Beach Boys! It was hell for her. We walked around the waterfront and went to the rollercoaster. I really wanted to go on the ferris wheel. It was one of those loop-de-loop ones; it looked so fun. The rollercoaster was awesome. It was long, fast, lots of drops and turns, and the g-force crushes your skull in. Right from the start when we took off I yelled, "Fuck yeah, Satan rules. The Dark Lord reigns. Fuck you fat pig. I hate fat people. I'm gay. I fucked your mom." And just regular screaming. It was fun. Oh yeah, you probably realized by now that they sell alcohol at this park, already making it better than Disneyland. Not as crowded as Disneyland either. Then we stopped for some beer. Then went through the Hollywood area and went on a ride in the "Tower of Terror," which is based on a movie called "Tower of Terror." So they have a "Twilight Zone" introduction for it. Makes no sense. So you go in the freight elevator and it goes up, then drops down. Then stops. Then goes up, then drops. Then goes up. Then a long drop. At one point when it shot up and stop, I yelled, "Muh Fayice!" and everyone started laughing. It was a much better response that I ever would've expected.

After this ride we watched a Muppet Movie. Not "the Muppet Movie," but a Muppet Movie in the 3-D theatre. In the lobby, one of the prop boxes said "Indian Bedspreads." We thought that was really funny and couldn't believe they had that there. We got into the theatre and one of the employees was doing his scripted jokes and no one was laughing, except me. I was rolling and saying to us, "Tough crowd." He kept going and still no one in the crowd laughed. It was hilarious. And then I had to just say outloud, "Is this thing on?" The movie started and Waldorf and that other old man were animatronics in the balcony and heckling the movie. Then, in the movie, Fozzie looked up at them and asked, "What are you guys doing here?"

"We entered a contest."

"Yeah. We lost. Hahahahaha"

But like most 3-D movies, they just did a bunch of stuff that would look cool coming at you.

After the movie we walked to the main area and people were standing/sitting along side the curbs like they were waiting for a parade. They were. We got instructed to go to this area. The employee kept yelling at everyone to clear this one area that the parade didn't go through, nor was anyone going through. We got stuck in the middle of this four million mile long parade of lighted floats of Disney characters and this hypnotic, organ/keyboard music, over and over again throughout the parade. My back was sore, I was tired, and that music was driving me insane. Maybe that's why they sell alcohol? They should think about doing that at Disneyland. Unless you're the type of person that likes to be around thousands of idiots, people walking around with no order, just haphazardly bouncing around, stopping in the middle of the walkway, eating fucking food, taking pictures left and right. They walk worst than they drive. And if you know California driving, people have no brains when it comes to driving. Things like shooting out into the road when they could've waited ten seconds till you passed and enter safely. Or slowing down in the middle of the road to turn and not signalling and getting mad at you when you almost hit them and honk at them.

It was funny to see the fat family getting on the rapids ride, all wearing ponchos to not get wet. I was laughing pretty hard with myself at that. Fucking pussies. Can't handle water, don't ride. And it's not as if they were decked out in Armani suits or anything remotely good looking. They were like fucking thrift store clothes at best.

Indie 103.1

Tonight Henry's back on the air. I'm really excited because I've been craving new music. I had to blog about Saturday, but I'll do that later. In-laws left today. Or leave today.

X-mas!

So yesterday was quite the day. We went to Disneyland which was a dumb idea. I had no idea that was their busiest day of the year. I was told this when I was told that the park had sold out. That's a scary thing to know, if you've ever been to Disneyland. So Wes, Charlie's son, wanted to go to the Haunted Mansion. Being X-mas, they did it up like the "Nightmare Before Christmas." It was so dumb. They had all these X-mas carols that were changed to "scary" things. Like "Silent Night" was changed to "Silent Fright." It was way dumb. The ride was no different. I felt really ripped off. Even the end where they have the, "And finally as you enter the hall of mirrors, you may realize that you are not riding alone. For you see, I am riding with you," and there's a ghost next to you. They had this stupid floating gift with a bat on it, or something very stupid.

We should've went to "Pirates of the Caribbean" next, but we opted to go all the way across the park, through fucking tourists with digital cameras, stopping right in the middle of traffic to take a picture. And they all take like five minutes to set it up to take the shot. It's fucking digital. You have like eight million shots available. Also, step off to the fucking side.

We stayed in line at Space Mountain for nearly two hours. My back was killing me. Jeanne had to leave because she couldn't take it, especially since Wes was being whiney and irritating, so she took Wes and went back to the hotel. Then Jeanne called to say she wanted to leave early to go home before work. In all, Joe and I went on four rides. Good thing I didn't pay for my pass. Even if I did, I wanted to leave. I can't handle being around that many people. I wanted to kill everyone.

So after I dropped Jeanne at work, I met up with my brother and sister-in-law and their friends Cathy and Kevin. They were watching "Memoirs of a Geisha." Apparently Kevin's cousin does make-up and did it for that movie. So they give you a copy of the movie and every once in a while, the bottom says, "For Your Consideration." They give these to the people who vote for the Academy Awards. I would like to think that if you're watching a movie to judge, you would watch it in the theater. Great sound, picture, and no distractions like the phone, street noises, or whatever else. I don't think that they'll win for make-up. All they did was make their face white and put on lipstick. Aside from that, Chad, Joe, and I were just making jokes throughout the movie. It was non-stop. This movie is ridiculous. It was awesome watching Chinese people play Japanese people living in Japan and speaking English. It should probably go up for "Best Comedy." Or "Worst Attempt at Trying to Be an Independent Film."

Does Not Compute

I quoted this guy on a limo he was looking for to the airport. He said that there was going to be six passengers plus a couple pieces of luggage each. I quoted him and told him that the limos have the same size trunk space as town cars and that amount of luggage wouldn't fit into the limo, it would have to go into the passenger area, but we don't recommend that for safety, liability, damages the interior, not a clown car. So I recommended our Luxury vans, which holds more passengers a lots of luggage. He said, "No, that's okay. I'll look around. My kids wanted to ride in a limo, but thanks anyway."

Like another limo would have a bigger trunk space? Or better yet, "Yeah, my sons really want to be crammed into a limo packed with passengers and luggage; it's really something he's been dreaming of for a while. I'll go with a company who cares about kids."

Stupid Fact!

I was reading Corey Feldman's profile on Imdb.com and came upon this stupid fact:

"Wears a "Purple Rain" t-shirt throughout the film The Goonies (1985)."

Uh, that movie takes place in one day. And they weren't at home for 95% of the movie. What the fuck? Oh, "Data wore the same trenchcoat throughout the film."

I'm sure this person was just pointing out the fact that he wore a "Purple Rain" shirt in the movie, but who cares? You notice stuff like that in most movies. Was he a known hater of Prince, that Album/song, or movie?

Johnny Damon is a Fucking Whore

How much money does one person need? Apparently, a lot, if you're Johnny Damon. Why the fuck would you switch from the Red Sox to the Yankees? Well, money is the obvious reason, but aside from that, it makes no sense at all. First, take into consideration the whole rivalry between the two and the fact that you were a part of history with that team.

Not only that, when you're on a team like the Yankees who are a corporate whore of a team with a complete A-list of players, it's hard for you to stand out. It's the same reason why I would not want to be drafted to an all-star team. Why would you? They're good already, you wouldn't be adding much to them. If you get drafted to a team that's not doing that well or sucks, you have something to work for. I think that should be the main focus of an athlete, wouldn't you think? I would think being on the Yankees and making it to and winning the World Series wouldn't be that great accomplishment. Anyway, the only people who care about them is part of New York.

Speaking of, that whole thing with "Intelligent design" in court. One of the guys that was explaining the judge's ruling as "science has to be something that can be tested" used the Red Sox/Yankees analogy. He's a die-hard Red Sox fan. After they beat the Yankees the last World Series many Yankees fans would say, "God was tired of the Yankees winning, so he gave the Red Sox a chance." This may be true, but there's no way to test that. Fuck those "Intelligent Design" assholes.

You could use that David Cross argument in court: "...the Scientists with their facts. Everyone knows there was a talking snake in the tree."

Frantic

I watched Roman Polanski's "Frantic." I thought it was an all right movie, I mean it kept me into it the whole time. But then again, it's a thriller. Anyway, I started thinking about it yesterday and realized that the whole movie was totally dumb and unbelievable. Not that I don't know that it's a movie, unbelievable, but the story makes no sense at all. Okay, quick overview of the film. Harrison Ford and his wife are in Paris for some medical convention. They go to the hotel. They find out they have the wrong suitcase so he calls the airlines to tell them this, so they're sending someone to the hotel to pick up the suitcase and see if anyone else reports a wrong suitcase.

Harrison Ford takes a shower and while he's doing so, his wife, in the background, answers the phone, gets all wierd and tries to tell him something. He replies, "I can't hear you in here." She then goes off screen. That's the last you see of her. Harrison Ford freaks out and starts looking for her. He goes through all these obstacles and people and finally finds out what happened and it's this: the other suitcase has a piece of something to detonate atomic bombs. It was smuggled in from the US on the same flight they were on and the person smuggling it had the same suitcase, but they picked-up the wrong one. So the one that was Harrison Ford's wife's one got picked-up by the smuggler and put into the locker for the terrorists to pick up.

When they picked it up, they realized it wasn't in there, saw the name on the suitcase, traced it to her at the hotel and that was them on the phone and she went down to see what the deal was an they kidnapped her. All they wanted was that piece. So, these professional terrorists that so desperately wanted that atomic bomb device and were smart enough to trace the suitcase to their hotel and kidnapped her, didn't think to just say, "Oh, you have our suitcase, could we have it back?"

Why does Harrison Ford like being in films with inept professionals?

The thing that's been bugging me recently is people are calling for rates for renting limos. I quote them like if they're looking for Westwood to LAX, I'll say, "It's a $49 base rate. Total price is $71.95 including tax, tip, and other fees." Okay right? No dice. They get all suspicious and defensive and say, "What are other fees?" I tell them. Some of them get very precise and meticulous about the break down of rates, so much that some have cancelled orders because of it. But the thing that bugs me is why the fuck should it matter what the other fees are? I told you the total, if you agree with it, book it. If not, don't fucking use our services. Every business has different fees they apply; it shouldn't matter to you if you agree with the rate. And our added fees are fuel surcharge and admin. fee. It's not like we're putting on fees for fun and they're very reasonably priced. Fuck you!!!!

Boo-ya!

The following was to be blogged yesterday, but our internet was down:

One of the funny things that happened yesterday was after we spent 2 hours going through the shit at LAX and then the shit on the 405 and the 91, we get to Anaheim and stop by a grocery store so the Pittacks can buy provisions. After we got things, including wine and beer, we start loading in the car and Joe yells, "Shotgun!" He looked at Charlie and smiled and said something like, "Should've yelled it out" or something along those lines. Then, as Joe proceeded to open the door, Mrs. Pittack told Joe he should sit in the back and let her sit up front. He looked at her and she said, "Come sit back here with Wes (Charlie's son)." So she starts to walk over to the front passenger door and Joe says, very defeatedly, "There's no joust."

Oh, man. I was rolling.

There were lots of assholes to deal with on the way down as well. Stupid people in merge lanes, during mph traffic, not letting you merge and facing forward, so I drive straight and they keep looking forward. We're going slow enough that if we hit, it won't do much and I don't care if they hit me. So I honk at the second person in a row that's not letting me merge and she relents. And it's not as if I was driving up forward to try and cut in front of a long line of cars, I was in the right area to merge in. The natural flow of traffic put me in that area and those two cars, trying to be assholes were ruining the flow of traffic.

There were other things too like the huge truck in the carpool lane with no passengers. This Chip on a bike weaved through traffic and pulled along side him and just stared in for a minute. Then the cop pulled back and turned his lights on. So that guy had to pull over five lanes through traffic by a interchange. It was just funny to observe. Also, being in the carpool lane at that point meant that he was intending to go further on the current interstate. Being that he got pulled over where he got pulled over, means that he has to try to get over through three lanes of traffic withing 25 feet or take the other interstate and then turn around.

We ate at this Italian place called Bellagio's. I had scallops with linguine in a white sauce. We also had white wine. I haven't had white wine in a long while. I think it's been over five years. And even back then I only drank it because my friend/neighbor Jeri used to drink it.

Our internet is still down. It sucks. I'm typing this on notepad and listening to Darktown House Band's Boom Chang!.

I got into a terrific argument with a customer earlier today. It was great. I did my bills and stuff and that sucked. I had enough to order some stuff online and was very excited to get back to work to do so. No dice! I wanted to put the order through today, because I wanted to get it before X-mas. I did, however, finally get a coffee maker. Super stoked about this. I don't like having to walk to the store and spend a dollar fifty (plus tip, depending on where I go) for a cup. I like to have a couple of cups sometimes.

Speaking of, Jeanne works at the Beverly Hills Marriott and of course deals with ridiculous customers. I don't want to bore you with the things they do or demand because that would take forever. But the one thing that's ridiculous, while we're on the subject of coffee, is the guests who ask if there's a Starbucks around. There isn't so she says no, but there's a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf next door. They get all bummed out. Then Jeanne says, "Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf is owned by Starbucks." Then they'll say, "Oh, all right. Let's go there."

"...'cause I'm down with the capital CPT..."

I don't feel like blogging anymore. Too tired, blog tomorrow.

Top 30 Things You Didn't Know About Chuck Norris

Random Chuck Norris Facts

Chuck Norris counted to infinity - twice. <-- This one is my favorite.

I was thinking...

Headley,

What was the name of that dance club you liked to go to out west? We went there for Chris' birthday. At that old Imperial Palace? I don't remember, but I remember that you liked it so much you went back there with your friends.

Pick up the Gun

So Compton, the city with the highest homocide rate is doing a no questions asked gun exchange to help make the streets safer. If you bring a gun, they give you a hundred dollar gift certificate for a hundred dollars to Ralphs, Best Buy, and some other stores. I really could use a gun or two right now.

Speaking of, I know the intentions are good and I think it's awesome that they're doing it, but is it good that the city with the highest homocide rate is having a no questions asked gun exchange? I mean, a bunch of guys with guns in the same place at once? What if some unpleasant words are exchanged? It could be the worst day ever.

But seriously, I wish I had a gun or two.

Who Let Him In?

I just opened a new container of Folgers here at work and I notices on the foil seal that there's this whole campaign from the Arthritis Foundation. It says that Folgers has been commended by the Arthritis Foundation for "easy to open seal and easy to hold and handle." That's awesome. I just found it funny because coffee causes inflammation, which, as far as I know, really makes your joints hurt if you have arthritis. It's like, "Hey, this device to drop this anvil on my head is very ergonomic. I'll take it."

I dropped my car off at the shop this morning and rode back to work. I took Westchester Parkway because it's an easier ride; basically flat ground. As I approached Loyola, I noticed a roadblock up ahead, complete with the cops. I thought, "Oh, fuck. Now I'll have to make a huge detour and take longer getting to work." I noticed that the traffic in the opposite direction was still flowing. Hmmm, what should I do? I cross the street, ride by the two cops talking to each other, and cross back over to the blocked off side. I thought it was funny because I could've just rode my bike past them whistling. And it was no big deal to be blocked off, they were just filming down the street. I just had this big debate in my head because I should take another route, but I didn't want to. I'm going to keep going, they're not going to stop me. Maybe I'll just ride on the sidewalk. I'll just go across the street. I thought they'd like chase me down or draw their guns out and they didn't even care.

I tried to look to see if I could see anyone I recognized, but didn't try too hard. I didn't want to crash in front of the whole crew. I did, however, want to stop by the catering table. There was this huge long table full of food.

Mess With Texas.

Here's an example of how my day is going so far.

This lady sent an email requesting rates for renting a car for the Rose Bowl. I quoted her. Told her the amount and she booked it. So I entered her reservation in our database and emailed the confirmation to her. She called back and said she hadn't received the confirmation email yet, so I verified that I had the right email address and told her I'd resend it anyway. She calls again and tells me that she still had not received it so I was going to try again. Then I noticed that she had sent me an email as well, to say that she had not received the email yet. So I replied to that one and sent the confirmation as an attachment, which she got.

Then she calls again questioning the breakdown of the charges. Saying that the way she's computing it doesn't match up with the way that we charged her. I go through it with her and explain that the charges are added sequentially, so the fuel charge is 10% of the rate and the gratuity is 20% of the total at that point and so on. She makes a big deal so I say I'll manually put the fuel surcharge at the end, so you aren't tipping on the fuel charge. She agrees to that. I'm already upset at this point because she agreed to the total amount that I said. Who fucking cares about the breakdown.

Then, while I'm fixing up her charges to re-email her, she calls back to say that she received the email and it's the same rate. I should also mention that the difference in the price now is like 10 dollars, on a thousand dollar bill. I tell her, "I'm still changing the rate as we speak. That email must be from the first ones that I sent to you. Just disregard those and I'll send the new one."

I have no idea why those emails came that much later than the other ones. But I finally change it and send it. All is well. I'm dealing with another customer who booked a car for New Year's Eve and then he received an email that quoted his rate at a lower rate and wanted us to lower the rate. I tell him that it's the same rate I booked it as, but, if he read the rest of the email, it says that the above rate does not included gratuity, tax, and other fees. While this is all going down, the other lines start ringing. Sean gets those and then tells me that lady cancelled. Because we sent her another email with the same price.

Currently, as I blog this, I'm contemplating messing with this Texas bitch up and telling her she's fucking stupid and if she wasn't fucking impatient in the first place and waited for the email to come, this wouldn't have happened. And if she wasn't fucking that fucking meticulous about the breakdown of the rates, all would be well and she wouldn't be that fucking distraught over the whole situation.

Fuck her!

Paypal/Ebay

Headley,

I keep getting emails at my work email address here, not specifically addressed to me, but it's about my Paypal account. That it's been accessed from a different computer and I should update my information and another email. Do you know what these are?

No Dice!

It's great that the streets of Los Angeles are safe now. As some conservatives were worried about, not executing Stanley "Tookie" Williams would send the wrong message to the youth. On my way to work, I saw no signs of violence anywhere. They were right.

I really wish that people wouldn't call as soon as we open. It's been the trend for the past three days that I get in and the phones just light up. It's all people who called sometime earlier and left a message. Earlier being the last hour. And that's also the latest trend here with people who you tell them you'll call them back or get back to them as soon as you know about something or another and they call back an hour later saying, "I talked to someone a while ago and they were supposed to get back to me and no one's called me back yet."

It's an understandable question, somewhat, to which I reply, "I still don't have an answer, but as soon as I do, I'll call you." The ones I really can't stand and automatically snap back at, which is, "I'm still waiting for a phone call. I called over an hour ago and no one has called me. I think your customer service is very ineffici-"

"Sir, you're not the only one we deal with here. There are a lot of stuff that goes on and you called when you did, what makes you think 30 other people didn't call before you and we're taking care of them in the order we receive? What if we are working on your concern but I can't talk to the driver because he's with a client at the moment and is booked up until later this afternoon? I said someone will call you back when we have an answer; I didn't say I'd call you back within an hour."

And then their clever response is, "Well, someone should've called back to say they're still working on it."

And then it's, "Sir, I told you. You are not the only person we are dealing with. We don't have time to give you minute-to-minute updates on the progress of your request."

Stanley "Tookie" Williams

Haven't shaved for over a month. Beard is growing in. It looks alright now. A lot better than I thought it would, and it's certainly making taking a shower a lot quicker and cheaper, since I don't have to buy razors. I don't know how long I'm going to let it grow, but Jeanne wants me to go six months without shaving it, but we'll see.

So Stanley "Tookie" Williams' clemency was denied. That sucks! One of the main things I don't like about it is, it's not as if granting him clemency would set him free on the streets. He's still in for life. And he's doing good behind bars, so it's not like it'll affect anything.

I'm wondering if this will escalate into a riot? Hmmmm....

If news of this doesn't upset you, just look at Arnold. His smile makes you want to just punch him in the face, doesn't it? I don't even know why I'm surprised. With someone like him as governor, you can't expect too much from him. All you have to do is turn to "the O'reilley Factor" and get his opinion and then you'd know how it'll end up. It's all scripture. There's no gray area for these assholes.

Slow Internet

I just signed the petition for Stanley "Tookie" Williams, who is scheduled to be executed next week.

This is the big deal in Los Angeles at the moment. This dude is the co-founder of the Crips and is on death row for some murders that he still has not accepted responsibility for. But there's all this other stuff about unreliable witnesses. I'm just not for the death penalty for anyone and I believe that people can rehabilitate and that other stuff about human rights and whatever. I don't live my life by the Bible so I'm more compassionate towards mankind, and that, I guess, is my downfall and I will burn in hell for that. If only I could see the light and have a bit more unforgiving attitude towards people.

There was this editorial in last Sunday's paper about this whole debate about his clemency, and this person who is against it, was talking about Stanley's nomination for a Nobel Peace Prize. He was just saying how a nomination isn't that big a deal because any doctor or some other type of person can nominate anyone for it. Then he mentions a few names of very bad men that have been nominated for it to show how even tyrant/murderous leaders can be nominated. The list included: Adolf Hitler, Josef Stalin, Benito Mussolini, and Fidel Castro. I can't believe he equals Fidel Castro to the likes of those three. Does this guy even know about Castro? I mean there are debatable things that he does, but he's not murderous or anything like that; he's a good man, overall. I mean, if Rage Against the Machine is down with him, he can't be a bad guy, right? What would Zack do?

Rage Against the Machine is not down with Taco Bell, though.

On my way back from my break today, I drove by the high school down the road. I stopped at the stop sign and there was a Porsche behind me. I heard a thud and saw something go by. It was a basketball. It flew out from the high school and hit the Porsche. The Porsche pulled to the side and the lady got out, grabbed the ball, and started walking towards there. I turned, so I don't know what happened, but I thought it was funny.

Do not park on Manchester tomorrow or your car will be towed.

Le Swindle

On "Marketplace" a week ago, they were talking about company X-mas parties. How some go all out, some are cheap and have it at the shop, some go out but charge a little. Then there are places like Mattel, whose main office is in El Segundo. They only have a select amount of people invited. Then they charge them $45, but there's a huge perk. They get a special limited edition toy doll. Like a Ken doll or something. I don't know. What a fucking rip-off. I would rather have a non-work environment time to enjoy the company of your co-workers. Get to enjoy them when they're not all corporate and whatnot. I wouldn't care about a fucking doll! To me, that just shows how fucking cheap and manipulative Mattel is. You know? It costs them like $.05 to make it, and they're charging $45 a head. They're tricking them into thinking that they're giving them some huge incentive by being invited to this special evening, when they're actually making them pay for the event.

Dr. Agon

the Beach Boys - "Do You Wanna Dance?"

I forgot my MiniDisc player today. I was kind of pushed for time. Speaking of, I fell asleep really early last night. I dropped Jeanne of at work and got back around 11:30pm, grabbed a beer, put in the Matrix, knocked over the beer, and sat down, and passed out before Neo was even able to meet Morpheus. I woke up at five in the morning to Gleaming the Cube.

It really sucks that I have no winter here in LA except that it gets cold and everybody is dumber than usual. I really look forward to the first big snow and like to go to the Crescent Moon and drink with friends, back in Omaha. While I lived there, it never snowed until January. I used to get mad because working at Ted & Wally's, I was looking forward to it being slow. After a ridiculous summer there, you look forward to the snow in the winter so you can read books and do crossword puzzles. But while I worked there, it never snowed until January, and during the Fall it would be mild weather, so it wasn't too busy, but busy enough that once you help someone and sit down, someone else would enter. It was always like that with rain. When I worked the night shift, I would be happy because it would rain while I worked so people wouldn't come in. But the clouds, no matter how dark they became, would just linger in the sky until we closed. Then it would rain. Or it would be raining all day and once I arrive at work, it stops and it would become sunny.

I'm planning on not telling people about my back anymore. I've been told over and over about what I should do to work on it. Stuff that I already know. I've even been told stuff that I shouldn't do, even though I've been told by chiroprators to do them, and I've even read about them. I think the most irritating part of it is that when they tell me to do something and I say that I do that, they don't even acknowledge that I said that. Or if I tell them I'm doing something that they don't know about, they tell me that I shouldn't do it for one reason or another. I even mention that I have exercises and stretches that I got from a different chiroprators that I've been to, a physical therapist that I didn't go to, but got exercises from, and my accupuncturist, and they still talk to me as if I asked them advice in the first place or that I still don't know what to do.

There Is A God

So Gregg Hoffman, the guy responsible for financing Saw has died of natural causes. At least that's what the paper says. I think that God has arose and is finally taking care of the appalling movie industry. Kind of a drastic measure, you would think. You know, why not just strike him down lightly; kind of like a warning. Until you realize that there was talks of a Saw III.

"There is a God, he loves us all..."

I think God was like, "Two Saws, that's pushing it. I'm going to do something, though I'm not quite sure what yet. WHAT?!! SAW III?!!! That's it!"

Dear God,

I'm not sure if you're aware of this band called SUM 41? If you're listening...

If this were the case, I'd be the first one at church everyday. I'd just walk in everyweek with the latest Rollingstone as my hitlist.

LA Sucks

There is a reason why I believe that there are so many accidents in Los Angeles due to people running red lights. For one, major intersections do not have turn only lights, so the people are forced to go three to four cars after the red, just to make it. If not, they would never be able to turn. Then the ones that have turn only lights only stay green for five seconds. Really! Like if you had a manual car, by the time you shift into first, the lights yellow. On top of all that, none of the lights make any sense. Like most places, if you run a red light, it doesn't matter because you'll get the next red. In LA, if you catch a red light, the next light stays green during the entire duration of your red light. Then yours turns green and you proceed to the next intersection only to get there just in time for it to turn red. And it is not uncommon to go down a five mile stretch of road and catch every single red light. Even ones at small streets that don't even have cars there. The lights just turn red, and by the time you come to a complete stop, the light turns green. It's like someone is fucking with you. So in an essense, you're actually encouraged in LA to run all the red lights possible. If you want to get where you're going to, that is.

Semper Fi

The following was written yesterday while the internet was down here at work. I forgot to post it. It's nothing important:

My gimp back is in effect again. I should've just stayed on my back yesterday. I'm going to to that next Sunday. I'm just going to use this as an excuse to lie down all day and watch movies. Maybe I'll do my Star Wars: Episodes I-XI marathon. I can't help but think about "Life as a House" during the construction of the Death Star scene.

One of the funniest scenes in cinema history, though, is when Yoda is telling Obi-Wan that he needs to find Anakin and Obi-Wan asks, "How will I find him?"

"Search your feelings. Find him, you will."

And the very next scene, he's pretty much beggin Amidala to tell him where Anakin is. And it doesn't stop there. He then can't get that information, can't search his feelings to find him, so he hides aboard her ship. That's not the "Force" that I was to believed existed.

That aside, I watched a pretty good movie this weekend called "Indian Runner."

Headley, I saved an article from yesterday's paper. It's an article about Bill Hicks. I guess you could probably go to the LA Times website, but I saved it just in case.

Scalping

I was at the bank earlier today and there was a guy talking to the security guard about going to a game. From what I gathered, he must've bought his tickets from ebay or something like that, because he was talking about how it doesn't make sense that you can sell things like that online for a ridiculous amount of money and get away with it. "Shouldn't that be illegal? I guess since you're making money off of it, it's considered a business, huh? That's seems unfair that just because it's a business, that makes it legal..."

I started laughing to myself, because A) Selling tickets for whatever amount of money that you want to is legal, so long as it's a certain distance away from the venue. I read an article about this a while back. B) Not many people would know that, but to justify scalping's legality because it's a business...that's stupid. If that were the case, drug dealers would be free to do as they please. Same as child porn rings, slave trade, coyotes, and basically, anything, since everything's done for money. Snatching a lady's purse or robbing a bank, by that rationale, would be legal. The whole world would turn upside down. It would be opposite day.
C) If it weren't for scalping, there's a big chance he wouldn't have the tickets to go to this event that he obviously wanted to go to. D) I'm pretty sure he was talking about the UCLA vs USC game that was today. That being the possible thing, he deserved to pay a shit ton. This game is "the game." The one you could go to the grocery store and just turn to the guy next to you and ask, "You see the game?" And without a doubt, he knows what game you're talking about. People go to it or watch it just to say they went to it. "Did you see the game?" Like a dorky guy who probably doesn't even like football, let alone know about it watches the game because the rest of the dorks in accounts receivable are watching it. These are all just my prejudiced opinion, but it keeps me happy.

Customer's Always Right

Here's an example of "Customer's are always right" gone wrong. This guy made a reservation the other week and ordered a limo. I don't know who took the reservation, but it doesn't matter at this point, since I've dealt with him and knew already that it was his fault for being dumb. Anyway, once that run was done, my driver called and told me that there were six passengers, all with luggage and they had to put luggage in the limo's fuselage with the passengers.

When taking reservations for limos, we always ask how much luggage and how many passengers, since the trunks on these limos are the same as the town cars and we don't allow luggage in the passenger area, as it's unsafe, and it damages the interior.

So he had a pick-up today and I was talking to Sean yesterday and said that I'm going to send the van for this one, and I explained why. A little while later, the guy calls up to confirm the reservation and said, "...You guys messed up the last reservation, because you sent the smaller car. We have six passengers with luggage, so we need the 10 passenger limo."

"Sir, actually, we need to send our van. The limos, no matter what size you get, has the same trunk space. So if we send you a 10 passenger limo, you would still need to put luggage in the passenger area which we do not allow."

"Alright. So how much of a discount are we getting since you're sending the van?"

"There is no discount. The vans are more expensive to send than the limos. They're not shuttle vans; they're luxury Ford vans. The one's that the FBI/CIA use."

"Okay."

He was understanding and all, but some customers are ridiculous in the sense that they don't really think about the car not being able to fit all their luggage in the trunk. The car is longer, but the trunk stays the same. I explain that to some of them, and they're all, "No, we want to have a limo experience."

So they want a clown car limo experience. That's what they want. "Yeah. We had ten of us plus luggage smashed in to this limo. It was awesome."

Painville: Population: Me

OH, MY GAWD!!! So that muscle spasm back that I had earlier this week has subsided tremendously. Although the sciatica is back with a bullet! The pain is unbearable. I went to PetCo with Jeanne earlier today and was in total pain and I was being crabby. She was picking stuff out and I was pacing back and forth doing stretches, bending over, anything to try and ease the ever increasing pain. Then we go to pay and Jeanne gives the lady a hundred. She goes to get change and comes back and counts it out. Then she counts it out again. Then again. Then again. I was in pain, trying to leave and I wanted to just yell, "FUCK!!!! You've already counted it four times!!!! How much fucking verification do you need!!!"

But I didn't, but as we left the store I said that to Jeanne. I'm thinking of going to the store on my break today and grabbing a half pint of whiskey.

I'm really excited at the moment because we're having a turkey dinner tomorrow evening. Another equally good reason would be that I'm off tomorrow. Tonight should be laundry night and tomorrow I just want to stay inside all day long. I'm really scared of watching a movie, because all I see are bad ones. Speaking of bad movies, you know how all over the place, more apparent in LA, there are just loads of advertisements? Billboards, walls plastered with posters, sides of buses, on the windows of buses, sides of buildings, stadium walls, any fucking flat surface including, hub-caps. Yes, that's right...hubcaps. You know those stupid spinning things that blingers put on their Hummers and pimpmobiles? "They're spinning!" They're exactly like that...except they don't spin. They just sit there, while the wheel spins in the background, telling you about some stupid movie. When is this shit going to stop?

Muckluck

I watched The Big Easy last night. Or as I like to refer to as a two-hour advertisement for New Orleans. Seriously, they fit into the movie, almost everything there is to show about New Orleans. It wasn't even around Mardi Gras and there was a scene that they went to this warehouse and there were all these huge masks and stuff for Mardi Gras and the cop says, "Those are for Mardi Gras."

Anyway, I only watched it because Dennis Quaid was on "Fresh Air" the other day and Teri brought up that movie. It was alright, as far as I remember. It was a long movie and I was already tired as it was. I actually went to bed quite early for the first time in a long time. It was much needed.

So the good news, for the moment (since good news for me last as long as long as Headley carrying a box of knives safely through a balloon festival), is that if I get accepted to culinary school, my financial aid at the moment looks as if I only have to pay $260 of my tuition and I can get covered for everything else. I hoping that works, as well as maybe getting some extra money so I don't have to work that much.

School should be fun. At least I'll be interested in what I'm learning for once. I won't have to sit through early, hour-long classes learning about Hammurabi or stupid stuff that will only help me if I end up on a game show, during the "lightning round."

The only thing that sucks is that I'd have to commute to Hollywood for school. I hate having to be dependent on a vehicle. I heard that this city is planning on doing something about that. If I heard correctly, they are making a rail system that goes from downtown to Culver City and maybe to Hollywood. Finally, the city-planners are actually thinking. It makes sense to spend millions of dollars on a rail system to help out our ridiculous traffic situation, rather than expanding the freeways and building new ones.

If we didn't have a car, it would save us $450 a month. Much needed for other things

My back

I had almost the entire day off yesterday, though it was spent in total agony. I already have my sciatica that's been acting up in recent weeks. But on the way to pick up Jeanne yesterday, I sneezed and my back tweaked and just started hurting like fuck. I think it was a muscle spasm. Anyway, it was hard to do anything but lay down. I couldn't barely stand. It was hard to get up, like having a sore back and on top of that, it felt like I was trying to lift a super heavy load with my back.

So I went home and figured I'd lay down and watch a movie. I find out that my DVD player is broken. Sucks. I have three Netflix movies to watch. So I throw in Life as a House. I don't know why I have this movie or why I decided to watch this, but I did. First of all, the title is obviously a metaphor for the main character's struggle with his life and his relationship with his son and family, for that matter. But the whole thing with the title being that can only be compared to a fourth grade essay of "Why my cat is like my bike."

Secondly, seeing this dude playing the Anakin Skywalker role. Was this his audition tape for those movies? Fucking, whiney bitch. "My dad ruined my summer. Ah, I need drugs. You should hide your drugs, I'm just going to take it, because I like drugs. I can't control myself when I'm around them. I'm stupid!"

I had to finish watching the movie, so I wouldn't have a reason to watch it again. But I was stuck on the couch and couldn't move. I remembered that our friend Olivia gave me this Dragon Balm for my sciatica, so Jeanne put that on me and it helped out tons. Exedrin helped a little, but the Dragon Balm rules.

Hopefully it doesn't come back today.

Discover

So I got a letter from Security National Bank with a new letter of garnishment from Discover card. They said my account had $37 in it and they gave them $30. My account got closed after the first garnishment. The lady said she would close it and send me a cashier's check for the remaining balance of $2, which was sent to me about a week following that conversation. So as far as them taking more money out of that account?

But aside from all that, they say I still owe just short of $6,000. So they decide to jack me of $30. It may be time to close my account here. I don't think they'll track me down to here, but we'll see about that. Unless they read my blog...then I'm fucked!

Bored

Here I sit in this empty apartment on a typical Saturday at Paramount Limousine. It's Saturday, so I am given a ton of stuff to do. The reason I get a ton of stuff to do is because "Saturday's are slow." It may have been a long time ago, but since I've been here, it's been hectic. So what happens when I come in is I sit and wait for the next run to come up. About 20 minutes prior, I'll sit and wait for the phone to ring, which it always does. It's always one thing or another. Confirmation, traffice, drivers being dumb, customers being dumb, or whatever the most unnecessary thing that could happen to be happens.

My sister, Crystal, should be coming to LA with her boyfriend today or tomorrow. Don't have money to do much, and I've got to do laundry and stuff so I hope they don't mind doing that.

I was thinking of fixing my bike this weekend, but I had this really horrible dream last night that included my bike falling apart and stopping by a bike shop to get a pump and an adapter for my tube. The owner of this shop was that older fellow at Olympia Cycle in Omaha. While I'm trying to find an adapter, he gets shot somehow. I don't remember how.

Stupid

I watched Walk the Line on Thursday evening. It was funny because I walked up to the booth and said, "I'll have two for the 6:55 showing," and pulled a twenty out from my pocket and proceeded to hand it to the cashier. As I was about to lay it on the counter he said, "Okay, that'll be $24."

I stopped and starred at him for a second, thinking that he was going to tell me that he's joking, it's only $15 or something. Nothing. Fucking $12 for a movie ticket. I'm going to start downloading movies. I could just wait six months and buy the movie on DVD.

I went into this movie knowing that I was going to hate this movie. For one, a superficial reason was that it was being said to be the "next" Ray in a lot of ads for it. I can say now that there's no comparison with Ray, because Ray sucked and I enjoyed Walk the Line. But that didn't matter if it was or was not better than Ray, because the only reason it could be compared to Ray is because it's a bio-pic. No other reason. That's a pretty fucking weak way to review a movie.

A second reason would be that studio bio-pics tend to be really dumb. They dramatically changed events and do so in a stupid way. It's all just stupid.

I thought this movie was really greatly done. I read a review by one of Cash's daughters saying that it unfairly portrayed her mother, Vivian. It went on and on and talked about other stuff that didn't really matter much. First off, I didn't think her mother was portrayed that badly. It was extreme, but she really was just showing how she wanted Johnny to know that he had a family and he should care about them as well as his career. Secondly, it's a fucking movie and it's done in someone's point of view. It's not as if it's concrete. This was in the movie, that's how it happened. Although there are people who think that way, but they're dumb and their opinions shouldn't matter anyway. You don't read editorials and totally agree with everything you read in there. But the main point of the movie was the love story between Johnny and June. The juxtaposition of his wife's meanness and June's caring and understanding was to accentuate his love for June.

Whatever!

So the dumb thing happened at the end of the film. I don't remember this ever happenning at theaters as a kid or teenager, but more so in recent years it's happenning more and more often. It's when the film's over and everyone starts clapping. It's not a fucking premiere. The director or actors aren't there. Clap all you want, no one fucking feels it. It's just dumb. Stop it! After this film finished, Someone tried to start an ovation three times but it didn't catch on. I hope that person felt dumb.

I couldn't stop laughing at the scene where Johnny got pissed and started destroying his dressing room. He started smashing and throwing everything and stared lifting the sink and broke it off. I started rolling. I was hoping that he would run outside and start flipping cars over.

Twelve dollars for a fucking ticket. Twenty four for two. I couldn't bought the DVD and a six pack of goog beer.

Great Phone Call

Awesome. I just hung up on a lady who kept getting hysterical over everything I asked or told her. She kept saying, "I just want to know what it means that your rates are negotiable." And I kept asking her information about what she's looking for and she kept getting upset, and I kept saying, "Ma'am. I can give you a general quote, but that depends on many other factors like what day, what time, what city, how many stops, number of..."

"It's just an airport pick-up!!"

"All right. Now is it an international or domestic flight?" Keep in mind, since the very first questions I asked her she's been bitchy, rude, and yelling.

"WHAT DOES THAT MATTER IF IT'S INTERNATIONAL OR DOMESTIC?!!"

"BECAUSE DOMESTIC FLIGHTS DON'T GO THROUGH CUSTOMS AND FROM THE TIME THE FLIGHT ARRIVES, IT COULD TAKE 10 MINUTES TO A HALF HOUR TILL THEY GET THEIR BAGS. IF IT'S INTERNATIONAL, IT COULD TAKE AN HOUR OR MORE. THAT'S WHY WE ASK. THERE ARE DIFFERENT CHARGES FOR DIFFERENT TYPES OF PICK-UPS. THAT'S WHY I'M ASKING YOU QUESTIONS. I'M NOT TRYING TO BE...There are many factors that go into our rates and being negotiable, I need to first find out what you are looking for and then I can give you a more accurate quote."

"I'm just looking for a pick-up from LAX, going to North Hollywood."

"Okay," I say as I'm calculating the rate.

"North Hollywood is by Universal Studios; it's not that far."

"I know where it is, I'm calculating the rates. All right, we can do two types of pick-ups. For baggage area meet, it will be ninety-"

"Wait! That's wrong. That's for a round trip price!"

"No it's not!"

"I talked to someone earlier today and he said it was $50."

"Well you probably didn't tell him what you needed it for."

"He said it was for a curbside pick-up!"

"Well, first of all, I was getting to the curbside price. Secondly, that's not the rate, you probably didn't hear him right. AND YOU DON'T WANT TO GIVE ME ANY ADDITIONAL INFORMATION SO I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU NEED OR WHAT I CAN GIVE YOU SO I CAN'T ANSWER YOU ANY OTHER WAY THAN JUST GO THROUGH A LIST A MANY DIFFERENT PRICES!!!"

Hang up!

It was great!

Celebration!

Gobble-Gobble.

I decided to come into work today for two reasons. One, we don't have a coffee maker at home. Two, although we have internet at home, I tend to not use it there. Three, today is going to be slow as hell and Sean is not coming in today. Four, it's just for three hours. Five, "Ah-ah!"

So after dropping Jeanne of at work last night, I had an idea. I was craving fried chicken and decided to stop by KFC before going home. KFC has this special that's $7.99 for 10 pieces legs & thighs. So I get there and the drive-thru line is backed up. I pull up to the end of it and wait....and wait...and wait....

The car up front ordering has no cars in front of him but he's at the order speaker for five minutes. He finally pulls up. The next car is sitting there for five minutes. He pulls up. Next, the SUV in front of me pulls up for five seconds and pulls up. I pull up and get ready to order and the voice on the other end says, "Thank you for choosing Taco Bell/KFC. Sorry we're closed. You can come back again tomorrow..."

What the fuck? I guess they were on holiday hours, since places usually observe Thanksgiving on the eve. While I was in line, I noticed a guy park his SUV and walk to the entrance. This place is usually open till like 3am and the dining area is usually open until 12 or 1 or somewhere around that time. I was immediately reminded of working at California Tacos, Ted & Wally's, & Jane's when the fellow walked to the door and tried it. The door was locked and he looked in for a few seconds. When driving through the drive-thru, defeated, I looked in the dining room and noticed that all the chairs were up.

That would bug me to no end. All those places I've worked at, you're closing up and putting up chairs and sweeping and mopping up the place and people walk in right past everything and go right up to the counter. There are many ridiculous senarios that fit into that category of stupidness, so I won't bore you with them. If that's not irritating enough, some of them actually sit down to dine in. Some of them, when you tell them that they need to finish up because "we're all done in the back and we're just waiting for you to finish up," take about 10-15 more minutes. It's like, "Let me finish up this awesome story about how cool I am first."

So I started thinking of other places to go to but everywhere is closed. Man, even in Omaha places stay open later. What the fuck? Everyone always thinks of Omaha like this ass-backward cowboy place that has nothing to do. Oh, there's way more things to do there than here, especially on the eve of Thanksgiving. If anything, Baker's is open. Over here we have Ralphs. They can't even get the possesive apostrophe correct. I go to the Jack in the Box on Sepulveda in Culver City and there's a van at the window. They're open. I go to the speakerbox (the love below) and wait..and wait...and wait...I'm waiting for fucking five minutes. Another car pulls up behind me and one behind that person. So there's a van at the window and two cars behind me, that I can see. I start wondering if they are, in fact, open. Maybe that van at the window is someone's ride? I'm trapped either way, so I wait. 10 minutes go by and the voice comes on to take my order. I go home and watch Planes, Trains, & Automobiles while I eat. I've never seen this movie before, so I wasn't watching it to get into the Thanksgiving spirit. I had no clue. I cracked open a beer and passed out.

I've been really exhausted recently, due to my new schedule and my refusal to sleep early. I need time to watch a movie, read the paper, and read part of my book, which, by the way, I need to get back to Grant when I'm done. Maybe I'll go take a six-pack to the Beach Boys memorial.

Speaking of awesome stuff that happen, Jeanne was confronted by an angry lady last night. The lady was trying to check in the hotel but they didn't have the reservation. Jeanne hasn't been fully trained yet, but they left her on her own and did not tell her that there's a central number to call that has all the reservations of all their hotels, so she doesn't know what to do. There's no one there to help her, as it's the 11pm-7am shift. The lady is being ridiculous and the only thing Jeanne can think of is that she'll comp her a room. Later, she finds out that the lady is at the wrong hotel. So, this bitch of a lady is getting charge double. That's what happens when people are fucking stupid and play the "customer's always right" card and don't try to relent any to see if the person may or may not be able figure this out.

"Here's a best of Sting record, go retire your ears. 'Let your soul be your pilot.'"
-Henry Rollins

Tonight we're going to go somewhere to eat and then watch a movie.

Boring Day

I'm currently brewing a pot of coffee. This is probably the most trouble I've ever had making coffee. First off, I spooned the grounds in to the filter holder without a filter in it. So I cleaned that up and then went for another scoop, which I pushed in too hard and the grounds went flying all over the floor. Who am I? Headley? ROFL!!

There's a regional diner here called Norm's. We ate there last night and I had their special which was an 8 oz. steak with fried shrimp, fries, salad, soup, and a dessert. All for $8.99. I haven't had a steak for a while, and instead of getting a patty melt, which I originally wanted, I opted for the special: medium rare.

Worst steak ever. It was like eating salted, shredded beef. Medium rare? More like, medium stupid. It was the worst thing I've ever eaten. It was like eating a black corned beef. The only other worst steak I've eaten was at Earwax in Wicker Park. Though they specialize in vegetarian shit, so that's a valid enough reason and actually, that is in no way their fault. I knew what kind of place it was, and I decided to order it. I should've known that a bunch of fucking hipster hippies wouldn't know what to do with a steak.

I woke up this morning really wishing that I was leaving town. Then I came to work and really wished I was anywhere besides work. I have the choice of not working tomorrow and I don't even know why I contemplated working. Money, yes, but I would like to spend the day with Jeanne. It's also her first day off in like nine days. We get a couple of Netflix movies tonight and tomorrow we get the Henry Rollins one.

Speaking of, I need to deposit money into my account today. Earlier today, I wished that two cars would've spun out and flew off the interchange ramp going south from the west bound 10 interstate to the 405. There was a cement truck and a bigrig right behind each other and the bigrig decided to switch lanes to pass the cement truck. These two other cars, that we driving like 70 mph, also decided to and had to go back to their original lane to avoid hitting the bigrig. I felt that my thoughts were justified because who the fuck drives 70 on and interchange?!!! I'm not saying that traffic validates stupid driving, because it doesn't, but I'm just using it now to illustrate how ridiculous they were. There was no traffic at all. Meaning that they could've settled going 50 mph for the quarter of a mile that the interchange ramp is and then switched lanes safely.

I've recently been thinking about being a traffic vigilante. Like when I see someone driving dumb and see that they're using a cell phone, I'll drive behind them and hit them from behind. Then, while we're exchanging information just say something like, "I don't know what happened. I saw there were no cars ahead and the light was green so I accelerated. Why did you slow down? Oh, you were on your phone trying to switch lanes?!"

Or in situations where I'm going to turn left at an intersection and the cars coming in the opposite direction that is in the go-straight-or-also-turn-left-lane doesn't have their blinkers on, I'm going to assume that means they're going straight. So when the light turns green, I'm going to pull into the intersection enough that if they actually were turning, there would be no room to turn, forcing them to go straight or wait.

I do this fun thing at the moment, when I'm at an intersection turning left but there's too many cars coming and there's no way that I can make the turn until the light turns red. I pull enough into the intersection so the car behind me that's also turning pulls far enough into the intersection that they have no other choice but to go if the light turns red. That way, when we both need to run the red light to make the turn and there's a cop there, they get pulled over. Hehehe.

Have you seen the previews for Narnia? Are we to believe that the lion can actually talk? Someone was smoking something on that day. Talking lion.

New Order

I booked a car and these were some of the questions that the person asked:

1. "You guys are a big company, right? I mean, you're not a mom & pop company?"
2. "How many cars do you have?"
3. "How many drivers do you have?"
4. "What color are your limos?"
5. "What color is the inside?"

There were other stupid comments and questions he made like, "What comes in your bars?" To which I replied, "Whiskey, Vodka..." He then told me to hold and asked the other people what kind of Vodka they wanted, because, "It's included." I was hoping they would've asked for some ridiculous vodka, so I could've told them that we are going to charge them for that. I wonder what makes him think that a complimentary bar in a limo would include any type of drinks they request, especially for $60 an hour.

So aside from those things, the questions he asked are pretty stupid as well. As if being a mom & pop limo company means that we can't afford nice cars. Or if that's not it, then it's stupid that he would only support big huge companies. What makes a difference on how many cars or drivers we have? We're provided the service he's requesting, the number of cars or drivers is irrevellant to anything. Besides, I just made up a huge amount of cars and drivers.

Asking the color of the limo is an alright question, so I'll let him go on that one. But the inside? Unless the car itself was outrageous, no limo company would make the inside hot pink, or purple, or any other stupid color. Everything would be just as you would expect it to be. This fucking idiot's investigative skills needs a kick to the head.

Oh, and before I sent him to our website to view the vehicles there, he asked if we were a "legit company." What type of answer was he expecting on that one? Even if we weren't, you think we'd tell him that? "You seem a decent fellow, so I'm going to let you in on a secret. We don't even have limos. When you order it, we just send you a picture."

House of Fun

So Jeanne's friend Olga from Russia told her of this three year old kid up there. His parents came to pick him up but he did not want to go with them. He kept running away and putting up a fuss. The parents are good parents and they weren't expecting like abuse or anything of the sort. Eventually, the mother told her that, like everyone who lives in Kazan, they live in a two room apartment. The kid was asleep and they were having sex in the other room but were really loud. During the most appropriate time, the kid walked in the room and from what a three year old kid could make of the situation, he thought his father was attacking his mother. So the kid is now extremely scared of his father. How do you explain to a three year old about sex?

I Totally Forgot Justin Pearson Was In Struggle

I found this interview with Justin Pearson online tonight after listening to the Swing Kids Discography. I haven't read the whole interview yet, but so far, it seems interesting. I'm kind of mad I sold my Struggle 7".

I just found another interview with JP on SanDiegoPunk.com. Sounds like he had a pretty tortured young adulthood. Uh...I think The Locust has a deal with Epitaph or something. That's dumb. Plus, it's stupid.

Arrested Development

Head,

I'm not sure if you knew or not, but Arrested Development got cancelled. Great! I was worried that well-written, non-formulaic, avant TV shows were going to take over the stupid reality shows and dumbass sitcoms that plague every television station. How dare they try and break the mold of predictable comedy shows. Who do they think they are?

Give Me A Break

Arnold Schwarzeneggar is in China doing stuff. One of which is teaming up with Jackie Chan on an anti-pirating campaign. They are telling Chinese people, poor Chinese people, "Please don't pirate our movies. Our millions of dollars are at stake here."

They were talking about this commercial they did where he and Jackie are clad in leather riding motorcycles talking riding through explosions and other "extreme" stuff while talking about anti-piracy. Then the last line, Arnold says, "Let's terminate piracy."

Help?!!

The current issue I've been having at work is getting these phone calls that I either can't help the person out at the moment or I can't help them at all. No matter how much I tell them I can't help them, they continue to talk and talk and I say, "I'll have someone call you back." They keep going on and on. I've been trying many different things to try and limit the time I spend on those calls by being assertive and tell them someone will get back to them or send us an email and someone will get back to you or, "I've already told you I can't help you with that. I have no idea how to help you. Someone will get back to you!" Even, "Ma'am, I've got other lines to tend to. Someone will call you back."

"Well, do you know why they wouldn't have reversed the charges yet?"

"NO! I told you I don't handle accounting issues. I have no idea what they do there. I have no idea what the procedures are for reversals!"

"Because we were at the airport. I did not see a driver..."

"What do you want me to do Ma'am? I told you I can't do anything. I cannot help you in any other way other than have someone else get back to you. It doesn't matter what you say to me. It means nothing to me. I can't help you. I have other things to do and I can't waste my time talking to you," and then hang up on them.

It's gotten to the point that the only other way is to be rude and just hang up on them. I don't know what else to do. If anyone has any suggestions, let me know.

I'll Be Here All Week

Jukebox: Screeching Weasel - "Claude Monet"

I made a couple of jokes up last night. One of which is:

One of the Three Little Pigs goes to the Flea Market. He's browsing through different vendors and finds one that's selling a dresser made of straws. He thinks it's interesting so he purchases it.

When he takes it home, he finds that it fell apart and takes it back. The man apologizes and says, "Here, take this one. It's made of sticks." He does and takes it home only to find that it broke again. Angrily, he takes it back and wants a refund.

The man tells him that he can't give him a refund, but he could give him a new dresser; this one made of bricks. He takes him to it and the pig says, "I can't carry that. It's too heavy!"

(rim shot!)

Is this thing on?

The other is far too long. I might put it up later if I'm bored. I watched Outbreak last night. That movie is dumb on many levels. I'm wondering if this movie was based on the book the Hot Zone, because it never mentions that. It came out around the same time as each other, and the story in the movie is somewhat similar to each other on many levels except the bad Hollywood touch they threw on it.

I used to be able to tolerate some studio movies to a certain degree, but I'm thinking of never watching one again. It's the same bullshit over and over again and all the rest of my complaints are the obvious ones.

Up Yours!

I've got a very exciting, not really so exciting, evening ahead of me. Once I leave this place, anything is exciting. Like clockwork, I leave the office and forget to tell the people here that so and so driver won't be available during this time, but I figure nothing's going to happen. I get back and there are two jobs during that time and no drivers for them.

Anyway, tonight I get off and I go to pick Jeanne up from work. I've got Bill Hoover's Baby Don't Be Messing With Those Arabs in My Head in the tape deck to make the ride a whole lot better. Then, we've got this for tonight, via our Netflix order: Crash, Outbreak, and some other documentary.

Have you ever been in a situation where you have no idea what you want to do? I'm about 19 pages till the end of my book and I was looking at the shelf last night and deciding what I want to read next. It's impossible. I look at one and I'm all, "Yeah. This is the next one. But look at that one. I've been wanting to read this one." And it just goes on and on and it's crazy. It's the same way to me with films and book. The High Fidelity categories. Argh! I want to rip my face
off sometimes.

I just put a whole bunch of new things on my Netflix queue. All TV shows. All "Simpsons" and "King of the Hill."

I need to get out of here soon.

I'm hungry.

I have no cash until Monday. I've got food at home, but

I just don't have money for anything else. Tomorrow I'll actually have a somewhat normal type of day.

On the way to drop Jeanne off at work, I drive by the "Nakatomi Plaza" from Die Hard. It's not called that. I think it's called the Fox Plaza. It's on Olympic & Avenue of the Stars.

Hot as Fuck Day

Jukebox: Screeching Weasel - "Planet of the Apes"

This is just a total coincidence that I'm listening to this song. I'm almost done reading The Hot Zone. This book is great on so many levels. It's very interesting and well put together. I've been reading it for the past month. And that's not because the book was boring or hard to read; it's the exact opposite. I've just not had much time to read.

But the reason I thought it to be a bit eerie that I was about to blog about this book and that song came on is that earlier today I put Outbreak at the top of my Netflix queue. This movie is apparently based on the book in some ways. The Clerks Animated episode definitely was about it. I've never seen it before, but I remember being at the Bangkok restaurant in Omaha with Jeff, Mario, Kathy, and Jeanne right before going off to Nate's wedding.

In the background at the place, Outbreak was playing on the TV. You couldn't hear it from where we were sitting, but we could see just fine. Every once in a while I would just glance back at it. I think at one point Jeff might've said something about it. But one scene was the showed Dustin Hoffman, in the movie, on TV and he was talking about the monkey, apparently. The lady watching the TV got this ghastly look on her face and she looked at her fridge and saw the drawing her daughter made of her and a monkey that looked nothing like the monkey on TV at all and freaked out.

I think that day this guy came in and asked Jeff to help his wife in. He thought Jeff worked there. For those who may not know, we were at a Thai restaurant. Jeff's Chinese.

Aside from all that, I just dropped Jeanne off at work. We were surrounded by semis the whole time with their exhaust blowing right into the car so we had to roll up our windows. The bad thing about that is that the air conditioning in the car not only doesn't work, it blows out HOT air. It was so unbearable. Then I go to the post office to pick up a package for Jeanne. This lady spends about 5-7 minutes looking for it. Then she comes back and is about to hand it to me and says, "Can I see your ID? You're not Jeanne. I can't give this to you. You see this part of the card? She needs to sign there and then we have you sign here."

I hate when people don't do determining things at the very beginning. Like me handing the package receipt to her and her checking at that time what it is that she's looking for or what I'm handing to her. This happens a lot online while filling out forms. You'd think that they'd do the demographic things at the beginning to see if you should fill out the rest of it.

R.I.P.

It looks as if Eddie Guerrero died this past weekend. No dice.

We got our Netflix going again. We had a little situation but we took care of it. Speaking of taking care of it, I was thinking of a plan being that we drive a black 96' Lincoln Town Car. I should find four Italian dude to dress in suits and slick back their hair and go driving around and screech to a halt by some people and get out and pretend they're about to beat them. Then, one of the guys will say, "It's not him." Then they'll all get back in and drive away. I think that's too much.

I took Jeanne to a job interveiw yesterday at the Marriott in Beverly Hills. So, while I waited, I sat at the Coffee Bean (Starbuck's with a mustache) and read. It was so LA it was kind of dumb: drinking cappuccinos (though I had just a regular coffee. Black.) and hanging out at a corporate coffee shop.

One other thing that is so LA that I forgot about until we drove by it, is there's this gym on Sepulveda by Santa Monica Blvd. I guess it's a high class gym. Anyway, they have valets. The gym has valets. "I just ran on a treadmill for one hour. I ain't walking down a flight of stairs to my car. Jose! Bring my BMW around."

...the storm

Jukebox: the Riverdales - "Back To You"

I just found out something that I've not known all these years. I was looking at the back of one of my Fastbacks record last night and noticed one of the guitarist as Kurt Bloch. I thought the name sounded familiar. I looked through my other records. While going through my 7"s I found the Sicko one and, yes, Mr. Kurt Bloch is in Sicko.

Sam Adams

While making my breakfast and getting my lunch together this morning, I looked at the bottles of Sam Adams and thought about bringin one or two to work. Then decided not to. I'm going to start listening to my intuition.

Moral of the story: Beer is always good.

Saturdays

What could go wrong on a Saturday? Well, during the week, a lot of things go wrong, but it pales in comparison to the amount of shit that goes wrong on Saturdays. I have no idea how the hell it can only happen on Saturdays. What the fuck happened to the law of odds? We have these Hummers on the road during the week and nothing ever happens to them then. Even if we did, we'd have another one to back it up if something did arise. But every Saturday, the electrical system in the Hummers go out leaving the back a dark mess with no air-conditioning, radio, or lights.

Personally, I would'nt be too opposed to that. I mean, you've got drinks and your friends, and if the weather's great, you could just open the window. But the customers we cater to, most aren't that simple. They are the type of people who request ridiculous things in order to feel special for the evening. Like red carpets.

But aside from that typical weekend-Hummer fiasco, the phone calls that people usually should make on a weekday, comes on the weekend. Like people calling about accounting information. And every situation that you come across you think to yourself, "Ah, I'll just deal with that on Monday. I've got way too many things to do right now." Sometime within the next hour (sometimes it actually happens right after that thought passes through my head) the phone will ring and it will be that person asking about that thing.

Then you've got the drivers calling about all these things because of all the things going wrong out there. It's just this never-ending cycle of things going wrong. It happens every weekend.

The Game

This is that game that Grant was telling me about and I just laughed my ass off. I need to get this game.

Oops!

Last night I think I went over. I got into a heated argument with a customer who, after I cooled down and thought about it, thought we were another company. It was his fault. Everything we did, like emailing him and him emailing us back with his flight information and me calling him the night before to reconfirm everything with him, was everything on our part to assume that we were picking him up from the airport last night.

He ended up being with another company so I called and asked him why and he said he'd never even heard of us except for the internet site he initially went to. I explained the emails and phone conversations up until last night when I reconfirmed everything with him over the phone.

He kept denying and I started getting upset and I should have ended it there, but being me, I couldn't let him get the upper hand. So after a while of back and forth said really loud, "Aw, FUCK!!!"

"Excuse me! What was that? Did you just swear at me?"

"I'M NOT SWEARING AT YOU, I'M SWEARING AT THE SITUATION. YOU'RE RESERVATION REALLY FUCKED OUR SCHEDULE UP TONIGHT AND I'VE GOT THE FIRST EMAIL YOU SENT, THEN THE ONE I SENT SAYING THAT I TALKED TO A SUPERVISOR AND WE CAN DO THE TRIP FOR YOU. THEN THE ONE YOU SENT BACK SAYING CALL MY CELL PHONE. THEN THE ONE YOU SENT BACK WITH ALL YOUR INFORMATION. THEN I FAXED YOU A CONFIRMATION. THEN I CALLED YOU LAST NIGHT TO RE-CONFIRM EVERYTHING FOR YOUR PICK-UP AND EVEN MADE SURE YOU HAD OUR 800 NUMBER TO CALL ONCE YOU WERE READY AND YOU SAID THAT YOU PROBABLY WON'T HAVE BAGS BUT IT DEPENDED ON YOUR WIFE!!!!"

"I remember talking to you and you gave me a wrong quote and I went online and posted that."

"I KNOW WE MIS-QUOTED YOU. I TOLD YOU WE WERE SORRY. IT'S A SIMPLE MISTAKE. IT WAS A NON-BINDING ESTIMATE!"

"You're ruining my trip, you know!"

"YOU'RE RUINING MY NIGHT. YOU FUCKED UP OUR WHOLE SCHEDULE WITH YOUR PICK-UP. I HOPE I'M RUINING YOU'RE TRIP. I'M GOING TO KEEP CALLING YOU ALL WEEKEND!"

"That would be harassment. Everything is done. I'm with these guys and you're ruining my trip."

"I hope I ruin more than that."

Then I hung up.

Call Number 1

I just got off the phone with a lady who wanted to check on her reservation because of a mistake. She said her after booking the reservation and receiving the confirmation, her husband sent an email saying that the rate is wrong and cancel the order.

I haven't seen that email but I told the lady what I had on the reservation and the price came out right. So she wanted to keep the reservation. I wanted to tell her to put her husband on the phone and tell him that the reason that we do confirmations is to take care of discrepancies! When you receive your new checks, it says to review the information to make sure it's all correct. If you got them and something is wrong, would you cancel your account?

There's fucking room for error anywhere for anything that's why you do things like confirmations and re-confirmations and other things to make sure everything is right. It's not like it's fucking concrete, like, "It's too bad, it's in the email, it sticks!"

Slam Dunk One

This is dumb. It's called Slam Dunk One.

Furthermore...

So Arnold held a press conference today before heading to China. He said he was sorry for fucking everyone over without apologizing. He said he's been doing somethings wrong and he needs to fix that.

Then he said, "It's like a movie. If it flops, someone has to be blamed." All right. Not only is that a stupid analogy, but Arnold needs to fucking stop with the movie fucking parallels. Is that what he thinks everything is now? "I ate a taco last night. It's like that movie 'Walter's Taco.'" What the fuck, is this guy stuck in Cable Guy world?

Either that or he thinks everyone is stupid and will fall for the movie approach all the time. "I'm sorry I bankrupted California and made everybody homeless. It's like that movie 'Independence Day' where the aliens attacked earth. We were unprepared for it."

"That was a great movie. Remember Will Smith? 'I could've been at a bar-b-que!'"

"He just gambled all of California's money on an Angels game!"

"Remember Jeff Goldblum? 'Oops.'"

Arnold, "It worked! I can't believe it worked again. Uh, also, fuck all the immigrants. You guys are making me look bad...like that movie '40 Year Old Virgin.'"

Or he thinks everyone is stupid and must need a movie analogy to help massage the information through their brains, which is probably the case.

Oh, did I mention about his campaign? He was calling it the "sequel to the re-call election." Seriously.

Toast of the Town

Jukebox: Henry Rollins - Shock & Awe

I just checked my bank account and I have $3.50. I'm fucking stoked. I'm going to buy a big beer tonight. Or for that price, I could go to a bar for a small beer and go for the ambience so I can pretend I'm actually out on the town.

Fuckin' Roight!!

Jukebox: Guns N' Roses - Use Your Illusion II

As shitty as this day started, it's great now. I haven't been this happy in days. I got everything set up for tomorrow and the boss isn't here and I'm listening to GNR. Headley, I can make you a copy of this album as soon as you want it. I know you're salivating.

I'm thinking of what to do tonight. I'm also thinking of whether or not I'm going to Vegas next week or not. I don't want to drive up there in our car, but my brother's offering to get a rental for us and pay for gas. My next paycheck is finally going to get us settled in and have some extra money. That means Henry Rollins. I wish I still had my Minidisc mic.

What to do tonight? What I've been doing recently is just watching movies every night and then reading the paper. It needs to vary some, I think. I'm not really motivated to do much when I get home, though. We're working on getting a new employee here soon, so I don't have to work much. I'd love to get home while the sun's still up and be able to do some stuff.

I can't wait for Thanksgiving. I'm going to eat so much food. Tryptophan.

"Pretty tied up, hangin upside down."

Harbingers of the Devil

Remember how David Cross was talking about John Ashcroft believing that Calico Cats are harbingers of the devil? There was a thing on NPR news this morning from, I think, Ohio. She said that a calico cat jumped out of a truck on a busy interstate and ran across through traffic and jumped off the bridge and fell like 70 feet into a river and swam this ridiculous distance to shore and survived it all and is in a kennel somewhere "eating ravenously."

Arnold Out of Office

So none of Arnold's things got voted in in that fake election that wasted millions of our dollars. It still gets to me that Arnold's response to why he's having this special election that will cost so many millions of dollars, rather than wait a few more months till the primaries, was, "To not vote is a waste of democracy."

Great. That explains everything. I see now. But that's how it is a Republican rallies. It's just a slogan fest. They say things to the effect of "Knibb High Football Rules!!!"

Anyway, I'm going to register to vote for the first time ever, to get this ass-clown out of office.

I was listening to NPR this morning and they had a guy on there talking about the election and how Arnold's ratings are at an all-time low. But "he has a year to turn all that around, so we'll see how he does."

I know it's been said before, but it just bugs me when a politician is viewed in the same way as a sports team or athlete. Like, "Their past few games, they've been in a slump, but we'll see how they do today. If they win the next two games, they still have a chance to make it to the playoffs."

I can't see a politician like that. If they fuck me over, I'm going to remember that. I'm going to remember that he promised this and that and never pulled through. I'm going to remember how he lied about same-sex marriage. I'm going to remember him vetoing the bill to raise the minimum wage get it to the point where people can actually make a living in expensive-as-hell-to-live Los Angeles. I'm going to remember him using his immigrant history to win over the immigrants here and a year later, fucking them over.

It doesn't matter what he does from now till the election. I can't just eat up his new campaign and say, "Hey, maybe I had this guy wrong?" Or just take in his new promises and my mind erases the last years. Total amnesia. "Hey, who's this new guy running for office?"

Shitty Day.

I guess since today is the special election day here in California, it's only logical that it be dreary and overcast today.

I really don't want to be at work today.

Dialogue

I was talking to the boss on the phone and the other line lit up. I put him on hold and answered it. I hung up and switched back over:

"Who was that?"

"Kieth, from Ace Limo. I told him I'd call him back."

"Why is he calling?"

"He told me his driver is coming in today and he's going to ask him about Monday's run and tell him what the passengers said and see what he says about that."

"Is he on the other line?"

"No, I told him I'd call him back."

"What did he want?"

"He wants to tell me what his driver had to say about the run that he did for us on Monday."

If you noticed, two of the things I told him was the two things that he asked about. This is what makes it frustrating at times to work here. It's as if he doesn't even listen.

Being Dumb

One thing that really gets to me, being in the transportation industry, is people who try to tell us the distance between places. As if we either do not know the area or are dumb enough not to check for ourselves the distance between places. And even if we do know the distance between the place, we can't just charge based on that, because we can't send a car 20 miles away to just take you down the street and then have the car drive back and only charge for five minutes of service.

So we get calls like, "I'm looking for a car from Hollywood to Downtown; it's only 15 minutes away." Hollywood and Downtown are probably the places we take people to or pick up from the most. You don't think that we'd know how far apart they are? But the reason they do this is to, I don't know, trick us into charging them $5 or something? It's just the type of thing that what you should do is call and say, "I'm going to need a transportation from Hollywood to Downtown for 8 passengers on this day and this time. How much would that be? Or How much do you charge for that?

But the funniest is this email that I just got from a person wanting a car from Santa Monica to Las Vegas. Then a return at a later date. We do do these types of runs, but that's not what was funny. What's funny is that he requested the car for three hours. For those not in the know, from the very eastern edge of LA county to Las Vegas, it takes three hours at the very least. Santa Monica is at the western edge of LA county, which is by the ocean. To get from Santa Monica to Riverside, which is the eastern part of LA county by the Interstate 15 that goes straight to Las Vegas, is about one and a half to two hours unless traffic is really bad then it could be three or four hours. So this guy is either stupid, or he's trying to trick someone in the transporation industry who, I guess, he feels has no geographical knowledge of the town the service to.

Blogmania

The Blogger wasn't working earlier, so I had to save these to blog later:

We do laundry every Sunday at this laundromat by work. That place is awesome, because the washers are double load-sized and cost $2. It usually takes two washers. The drying, however, takes a quarter for 20 minutes of hot fucking air. It's so hot, you could probably roast a turkey in there.

So usually it takes $.50 to dry the loads. We use two dryers and a quarter each, so it's all loose in there and getting hot as fuck and dries very quickly. Sometimes the towels are a little damp, but by the time we get home they're dry.

The reason I mention this is that the other week, there were this girl and her mom drying clothes and they stuffed all their laundry in to two dryers and put them in there for an hour.

First of all, it's a quarter for 20 minutes which is way more time than most places. Secondly, any dryer takes about 40 minutes to an hour for a decently sized load. Loading the entire thing just short of being packed tight is just ridiculous. You could stay there for days. It just doesn't logically make sense. When we go to do laundry, the whole process takes an hour.

So this Tuesday we have a job from a client that I do not particularly like, nor do I want to deal with them ever again. They always swear up a storm for a simple mistake like sending the confirmation to her husband's email rather than hers. Just simple things. She called the other day swearing at me because of that and I snapped back and told her it's a simple mistake and don't talk like that to me or I'll hang up. Then she got all polite, kind of like she recoiled like a puppy being scolded.

Anyway, I have this urge to just purposely fuck up her job coming up, just so she doesn't use us again. The thing is, she's a long time client. She's also a lawyer. And I don't hate all lawyers. Just the ones who are asses and always come out and tell you they're lawyers. Those are the assholes. I just don't want to deal with those people. If they're pretentious like that, they are the ones who will try to fuck you over small things that go wrong.

Today is starting to suck. All the people I don't want to talk to are calling. And this one lady, the first mess up today, I didn't want to call till later called. And she was on the line with me for five minutes talking to me about the same thing over and over. She was nice and everything, but I had to hear six or seven times in different variations of how she had come from Tokyo and went through customs and didn't see the driver. Then she was so tired and didn't have her cell phone charger and didn't think to call us. She took a cab home and called from there.

And then when you think she can't go on any further, she starts telling you about details on how "there were so many people, mostly Asian. I came from Japan, so there were a lot of Japanese people there."

1:03pm: Driver calling in hysterics because there had been two different accidents and the exit he needed to take another exit. In East LA if you miss an exit, the next one is further away and the streets are all fucked up. He left his map book at home, but is driving anyway, so it would hard for him to look it up while driving.

webbles

I watched Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy last night. I've put this off for a long time because I don't like Will Ferrel. Added to that, that chump Steve Carrell was in it too, and I can barely stand that guy.

I remember seeing previews for the 40 Year Old Virgin and knowing that movie's going to be stupid. Very predictable. I've still not watched it, but I remember almost as if it was yesterday, "We're almost there. Why are we walking like this?" The day I lost all respect for Chris Headly. Chris told me, with a straight face, "I can't wait for 40 Year Old Virgin." And he even tried to defend it. Then I was like, "I thought you liked good movies?"

Then Chris said, "I'm gay!" Then started crying. I'm pretty sure that was what happened. Hehehe.

Back to Anchorman, nothing that guy said or did in the movie was funny. Actually, there were a few. The very first thing was, "Where did you get your clothes from, the toilet store?"

This movie was ridiculous funny and awesome. Though I've been told I'd like it, the fight scene with all the TV stations wasn't that funny. The build up was funny as fuck and I couldn't stop laughing. But the fight itself was dumb.

"I'm sorry. I don't speak Spanish."

Jack Black was funny as hell. That entire scene I couldn't stop laughing and it just escalated. From just him being a biker and then getting hit by the burrito and then falling. "You just wrecked the only thing I love. What do you love?"

"I love poetry..."

Man, today sucks. First thing in the morning everyday this week was stupid. I understand sometimes we'll make mistakes here taking reservation or dispatching, but I don't think that it should be our fault if they don't actually read the routing instructions.