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Hey Jeff. What was the address for that Google place to place my URL?

here we go again...

Thanks a bunch for the hotspots, Jeff. We just so happen to be in the area near few of them. One of them, on Centinela, is right next to the place we were going to get. The other one is near my work so that's cool.

I got a call today from our bank in Omaha and apparently the negative $560 balance from yesterday wasn't our transactions from this weekend but from late last week. All the charges from Friday till Monday went through this morning and we now have a negative balance of, drumroll please, $806. No fucking joke!

Luckily the lady at the bank knows us and that we'd pay up if necessary, so she paid it all, avoiding overdraft charges and stuff which would've been $25 per transaction. We didn't bring any cash with us, which I know is dumb, so everything we've done was transacted with my debit card.

It makes sense that it happened, though. Why? Because everytime in my life that I finally get a lot of cash or something, an expense for pretty much exactly that amount comes up. For example, I switched bank accounts once and had $500 that I didn't know I had in there. My phone shut off for past due invoices which totaled around $250 and I spilled beer on my phone and it broke, so I bought another one for $200. I know the phone bill is a controlled thing that I should've been aware of, but I wasn't.

So what I'm getting at is that earlier I mentioned that we didn't have to pay a deposit on the apartment. The deposit was supposed to be $950. Our negative balance was $806, not too mention that from the transactions that came through and we've been charged for, there's still two more that I'm aware of, so we had to borrow and deposit $900 just to be safe.

Top that. See ya' later.

Oh, and our deepest condolences to New Orleans.

Wireless In LA

Have you found a wireless hotspot in LA yet? I found this directory that has a whole listing.

Also, there's tons of help for blogs here. Check out the "hacks" section. You can get rid of the search bar up top.

In addition, I never thought I would see Sheri's blog again. Almost forgot about it. Almost forgot about this too -->

It's almost painful to look at pictures of Hawaii. I hated some of those times so much and just the mention of that place makes me cringe. But then there are so many great moments I had there. It's some sort of strange puzzle I need to figure out.

Dice!

So we singed the rental agreement today and we move into our place tomorrow. Our stuff gets delivered on Friday. We ended up not having to pay a deposit, so that helps us out a ton.

Yes, Chris. I've been watching the news recently and have seen what you've seen. What hasn't been mentioned, at least from what I've seen, is that most of the dead people and ones being rescued are blacks who couldn't get to the Superdome (A.K.A., Deathtrap) by any means or do anything. They didn't have cars or any sort of transportation, and they're doing it now, but I don't know why they didn't use buses to transport them out of there prior to the hurricane when they issued the initial evacuation notice.

What was stupid, also, is that they showed the back up on the interstate of the cars leaving town and the inbound traffic was basically nothing; a few cars heading in for some reason. Why didn't they just close the inbound traffic, save a lane for the few cars heading in that direction, and open the rest to the outbound traffic. They could've easily sped the evacuation process up a whole lot.

Argh!!!! I'm outs. Be back in a while.

Brian Wilson

So I don't know if Brian's performing Smile, but it's with the LA Philharmonic, I think. There's tickets from four to seven dollars. But there's also a bad view from those sections. Hehehehe!

...one last thing.

Speaking of the aforementioned blog, I, out of complete curiosity to back up my prejuidiced opinion, watched The Office. The american fucking version. It's so fucking lame, and I can't believe that Ricky Gervais executively produced this show.


I found it way too hard to watch at first at their lame attempts to reinvent the funniness of the original British version. It's such a bunch of bull shit.

I can't wait, though, for this show to come out. I hope I have cable or something.

Speaking of something, I don't know if I've told anyone yet, but we got an apartment in LA, technically Westchester but I don't know why it's LA. It's on Manchester Blvd., right across the street from the golf course. It's awesome. I can just walk across the street to the driving range. We're signing the rental agreement tomorrow morning at this awesome coffee shop around the corner called KJ's, which is attached to the bowling alley.

We move in hopefully Thursday, so we can set up our utilities and shit. Our stuff gets delivered on Friday and we'll see how things work out so see if we'll drive to Vegas for Labor Day or not. Jeff and Margaret will be there in a few weeks. I think that Rob is there this weekend, though. I also think that Vegas will be packed as fuck this weekend, which will make for hell leaving LA and coming back.

I'm not sure that's what I'd want to deal with.

And in totally related news, did you see Ethan Suplee in the previews for My Name Is Earl? He lost so much fucking weight.

No Escape

This entire summer in Omaha I've been hearing all over the radio at work about "Employee discount" car sales. "Pay what employees pay and not a penny more." It was all over the radio. Then other companies started doing it and the ads changed to, "We didn't invent this sale, we just made it better!"

Now I move back to Los Angeles and it's the same fucking shit with this goddamn "Employee pricing sale!"

It went from music, to TV shows, to movies, and now fucking car sales. Ack! Was there a generation gap of fucking creative geniuses? Seriously!

I'm hoping that today will turn out a lot better than tomorrow. We're getting some money today which should be enough to get our new place and a bed and just enough to get utilities started and food. Jeanne's got an interview in a little and I just set an appointment for Friday for my free consultation for my bankruptcy.

I was kind of not paying attention to the news last night and they had a report about Suge Knight getting shot in the leg the other night. I didn't turn it up in time, but I think that the reporter said something like he shot himself in his leg with his own gun.

The also had reporters in New Orleans trying to report the storm during the storm being in the storm. Their being blown to the ground and all. I don't know what the fuck that's all about. "First on the scene!" "Only this station will our reporters, like myself, put my life on the line to show you what a hurricane's like, up close."

On NPR's national report thing they had reporters talking about how some people left town before the storm and that was what they thought was the best thing to do. Others stayed back because of lack of transportation or other things. He also said that some stayed at home and how he hopes that next time people listen to warnings and go into shelters or leave town. That's awesome. I think people died. "I ain't scared of no hurricane."

I think within the next hour the wired money should be in Jeanne's account. That's cool. Now we can eat.

I'm outs. I keep writing stupid shit. Blow by blow sort of stuff.

Gobbledegook

I saw a Simpsons the other day that I forgot about. It's the one they go to Rio de Janeiro and Lisa's telling Homer that their winter is our summer and vice-a-versa. And Homer says, "Wait. So you're telling me that in August it's Cold, and February is hot?"

"Yes!"

"We've discovered opposite land. Where crooks chase cops and dogs have kittens..."

Oh yeah, Chris. I forgot to tell you that in a couple of weeks, Brian Wilson is performing at the Hollywood Bowl I think. I mean, he's definitely performing, but I'm just not sure if that was the place or not.

I can't wait till me move in to our place and get settled. More importantly, I can't wait till I can get my bike back.

It may have been like this before and I just didn't notice it, but this whole area is pretty full with bicylists. Almost everywhere I've gone has had bike racks and bike lanes. I guess I didn't bike much on this side before. I was always biking between Redondo Beach and Westchester and LAX.

Speaking of LAX, what's the deal with all these X-Mas shows or movies on? I also miss not having my record player. I guess my stereo in general. I have my minidisc recorder, but it gets tiring and uncomfortable listening to headphones all the time.

Actually, the past couple of days I've been watching TV a lot. I saw a Tom Selleck show last night. I think he's in Portland and is a cop. With suspensful results.

And in related news, we might be going to Vegas this weekend. It all depends, because of this whole fucking Discover card debacle. Someday, my friends, heads are going to roll!!!

So there's this new show which premiered tonight called Prison Break. It's about some guy who's set up for a crime and his brother knows he's innocent, so he robs a bank to get arrested to get in the prison to help his brother escape. Sounds like a good idea for a movie, but for a TV series? What's he going to do, spend 12 seasons finding out how to get them out of there? Maybe just a weekly they are about to escape but the warden catches them in yet another hilarious escape plan.

"Oh, you! When will you and your brother learn, there's no escape!"

"You win this round, Warden."

I think that there was a show sort of like that. What was it called? Ah, yes! The Prisoner..

That would be pretty rad if it premeired as this drama and ends up a comedy.

...the latest!

In the ever rolling ball of destruction that is my life, we go to open bank accounts here today. I forgot my checkbook so I go outside to use the ATM. It says, not only do I not have money in it, but that I'm $560 under balance. This comes as a surprise because we put over $5,000 in it before we left Omaha and as of last night's balance of the checkbook, we had just under $5,000.

So I get a call from my bank saying that Discover card, whom I've had this ongoing debt with and taken to court and all that jazz, had sent them a letter of garnishment for $10,000. They took everything out of that. Also, since the banks were closed this weekend, all our transactions for this weekend went through after it had been taken out. So that put the account under $560.

The fucking thing that pisses me off is that I had been thinking about filing for bankruptcy for a couple of years, but since I met and married Jeanne, we decided not to and worked out a budget to pay it all off (along with the rest of our debt off) in five years.

Not too mention that Discover hadn't contacted me in months for anything and WE contacted them to work something out so something like this wouldn't happen. We also got separate accounts for this reason. So they sent us a letter saying that we could pay a lump sum at the end of the year, since we couldn't immediately pay what they were asking. We started, anyway, paying what we could except for the last month because we couldn't make the payment anymore.

So us trying to work with them fucked us over. This is the same thing that happened two years ago. I moved to Omaha and couldn't find work for three months. I hadn't missed a payment prior to this. I had, but I immediately paid it with the late fees. So they started being dicks and calling me every day about payments, and I kept telling them my situation and then there's them, being dicks and not helping out.

Finally I just said fuck it, I'm not paying it back and I'm filing bankruptcy. Then I got a call from someone there one day and she was working with me, and she said that they have rules stating that they can't offer alternative methods of payments and stuff unless they absolutely have to. She cut my payments by more than half which was my complaint for a while. The monthly payments were too high and I couldn't afford it after not working for a while.

So since she was being very accomodating to me, I worked with her, just like this past time. Then the very next day someone from collections called me saying that I need to start making payments so I said, "I talked to [so and so] yesterday and worked out a payment plan, so it's taken care of."

He then told me something to the effect of, "It doesn't matter who you talked to, we can't do that, you have to pay the full amount."

I told him that that's stupid and as a result I won't pay. It seems that everytime I seem to want to work with them, they fuck me over. This is so stupid.

The only reason that I had all that money in my account is that Jeanne lost her card and was going to cancel the account anyway, so rather than have all her money in her account and being inaccessible, she wrote me a check and was going to open the account today. So that's what we did and this happens.

We were able to have Joe deposit money into my account to bring it back to a zero balance so I could close it. We borrowed $2,000 from Jeanne's mom and I'm getting a $1,000 advance from work. So that'll help get us through, but I'm still fucking pissed about the $5,000.

Egads!!!

So I'm watching, off and on, the news about the hurricane in New Orleans. What's stupid is that... well, a lot of things. I won't get into it unless you want me to. If you've been watching the newscasts, you should know.

I can't believe that there's a Nissan commercial with CIV's "Can't Wait One Minute More." Are you kidding me?

I checked my Email yesterday and got my sister's new cell number. I decided to call her and she was in LA and had no clue that I was in town also. Her boyfriend and his brother were in a judo tournament today and they were staying at her boyfriend's brother's girlfriend's parents' house.

They live in Norwalk about a mile in the opposite direction of the 605/Firestone off ramp which is where Golf N' Stuff is. If you don't know what that Golf N' Stuff is, it's the one that they went on a date to in Karate Kid. It looks the same sans the waterpark.

Gas is killer, but there's three episodes of Simpsons a day here (hint hint Headley).

I got a suit today and had my first Pina Colada. I'm not one for blended fruit drinks, so I've never had one. But being a hot day and in the spirit of LA, I had one.

What else?

I did laundry today across the street from the illustrious Paradise Motel in Culver City that we're staying at. There was a Bust A Move machine there, so I played it. Since I've kicked that game's ass right out of high school, I decided to give it a go again. I didn't beat it today, but I did, however, get first place. BYO is #1, bitch!

So if all goes well this week with registering our new car and stuff, we'll be spending Labor day weekend in Vegas. I bought the old town car from my boss, so it'll be taken out of my paychecks, but it just needs to be registered and it's in great condition. It's a '97 Ford towncar. My brother's having a BBQ next weekend, so I'm hoping to go there. My sister, Crystal, is the first of my family to meet Jeanne.

Peace out,

the Renting Bitch

So yesterday we looked at this apartment in Culver City and really liked the place. I called the landlady and asked about filling out an application. She told me she'd fax it and I told her that I'd call her in about 20 minutes with the fax number. She also told me to give the lady showing us the place a check for $23 to run a credit report and asked me about my credit.

I told her that I had bad credit but my wife's one is good; my rental credit is really great. She said, "That's okay, I'll just check your wife's one then."

I tell her awesome and write the check and give it to the lady. I get to work and call her and give her the fax number. She sends it to me and we fill it out and fax it back.

She calls me back to tell me that she's going to run the credit check and get all that taken care of that night so that today we could meet her and all that jazz. She also asks if Jeanne or I have any judgements against us, so I tell her no because we don't. So we go to (and the only reason we went here is because it's the only place with wireless internet. Seriously, no other coffee shop or anyplace like that has wireless. We ended up not using it, because they have T-mobile and you have to subscribe just like a regular internet service.) Starbucks and she calls me and asks why I lied to her. And I say, "What?"

"I told you that if you have any judgements against you, let me know now so I don't wasted my time checking it out. And you have bad credit."

"I told you that I had bad credit and you said that you'd just check my wife's one."

"I didn't say that. I check both of yours and now I'm out $23."

"I'll give you the $23, but why would I make something like that up? You told me that, and you knew there were two of us moving in and told me that it's $23. If you knew that it costs $23 per person and knew that two of us were moving in and you were going to do credit checks on both of us, then why did you tell me only $23? It doesn't make sense. And why would I lie about my credit when I know for a fact it's bad and I knew you were going to check it?"

It just went on and on and then finally I just repeated the aforementioned statement and added, "...so based on the fact that I told you that I have bad credit and you said that you'd just check my wife's credit, I didn't lie, so I don't know what you're talking about. That's you're fucking fault, so FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!" And I hung up.

I might add that she was lecturing about my bad credit like a mother or something which irritated me more. And I told her that rent credit and credit card credit is not the same and she said, "It is. You walked away from a debt."

I don't why, but I explained the reason for my debt, though it's none of her business. And I told her to call my previous landlords and ask them, I've never missed rent or was late on it.

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Hey Dude!

Just watched the first two episodes of Tommy Lee Goes To College and it was all right. It was funny as hell, but of course Tommy says stupid stuff a lot. Aside from that, the way that it's shot is really dumb, and they have that stupid "Haunted Mansion" narrator.


Probably the shittiest thing about the show is that they only played two seconds of "Shout at the Devil." I know the show is about Tommy and not Motley, but it would've been cool. And it was on a part where the Dean says that he listened to a Motley Crue album the other day just to get a feeling about him or something. They played and showed the two second video clip of "Shout at the Devil" which I think they did to show, in their opinion, a shocking view of Motley. Then they went back to the Dean and he said, "It's an acquired taste."


So we're selling our car and tomorrow our stuff is getting shipped out. We got a flight out of Omaha on the 24th. We're going to be living in a motel for a while, which is dice. I like motels and we get free cable and internet (hopefully) and we get to be the poor man's Dylan McKay.


This is going to be a busy week. I already had to cancel going to the Faint show tonight, which I was just going to see my friends' band the Marriannes play, because we're having dinner with our friends.


In case there's an agent following me around, here's some help. Tomorrow night we're having dinner with Olivia. Thursday I don't remember, but Jeanne has acupuncture and I think there's something else. Friday is hanging out with Robert and some folks. Saturday we're having dinner with the inlaws. Sunday is brunch and stuff, then we're going to DJ's Dugout to watch SummerSlam. Monday night is party night, I think, and then I don't know what else.


Tonight is also the last day I have my bike in Omaha. It sucks, because I wanted to ride the Wabash trail one last time before I leave. Oh, well. I'll let you know more later. Hopefully interesting things.

No Dice!

So on Wednesday I came to work and my co-worker asked me if I talked to anyone the night before. I said no and he said that my friend Michael Allison died. It's apparently a drug overdose. Sucks!

R.I.P., dude!

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Hey Headley,

If you're reading this blog, I tried to add you on, but I realized that I need your Email address and I don't know if you gave it to me or not. In any case, I need your Email. You can mail me it, my address is on the bottom of the page.

I also just updated my friendster profile and under "affiliations" I put KKK. I then clicked on the link for it and saw all the people that had that as affiliations and there were like hawaiian guys and asians. Fucking awesome.

Tommy Lee sucks!

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What's up bitches?

So the latest news is that I'm moving back to Los Angeles. Looking forward to tripled rent. We're looking for an apartment in the Mar Vista area, preferably Marina del Rey. My buddy Mike is living, sort of, at our friend Joey's place, which would be right down the street from us.

I also have my old job back, which I hope is better this time around.

If anyone who reads this knows of apartments and shit, let this hombre know.

There's some little white kid running through our parking lot right now.

I finally am getting my messenger bag. Super stoked. My other one got stolen last summer and I've been using a bunch of substitute bags, but I don't like the other ones.

d'oh!

So my buddies' band, the Mariannes are opening for the Faint next week or the following. Not sure, but it's the Sokol show. Should be fun, but I hate shows upstairs there. Beer in plastic cups?

On a different note, I'm going to be like the Japanese 60 years ago tonight: I'm going to get bombed.

What? Too Soon?