He'd be this guy. At least, back in the day he would.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Pacific Ocean Blue
There's a petition going around to re-release Dennis Wilson's album Pacific Ocean Blue.
Speaking of, I made an Alfredo last night for the first time. I made the recipe up and it turned out really well. It consisted of carrots, mushrooms, onion, garlic, & broccoli. Sauce included half & half, monterey jack cheese, onions, garlic, salt, & a little butter, which I'm not sure was neccessary. We also had salmon. All this was complimented by none other than a cold, crisp Pabst Blue Ribbon that was on sale for $8.99 for a case at Ralphs. Yes, we have a grocery store here named Ralphs.
I forgot to mention this, but maybe I have, but the $.99 store on Washington Blvd. in Marina del Rey has bottles of PBR at 3/$.99.
Speaking of, I made an Alfredo last night for the first time. I made the recipe up and it turned out really well. It consisted of carrots, mushrooms, onion, garlic, & broccoli. Sauce included half & half, monterey jack cheese, onions, garlic, salt, & a little butter, which I'm not sure was neccessary. We also had salmon. All this was complimented by none other than a cold, crisp Pabst Blue Ribbon that was on sale for $8.99 for a case at Ralphs. Yes, we have a grocery store here named Ralphs.
I forgot to mention this, but maybe I have, but the $.99 store on Washington Blvd. in Marina del Rey has bottles of PBR at 3/$.99.
Fidel
All through my life I had known about Fidel Castro. Known about him but not who he really was or what he did. My image of him was from what I heard from other people or the news or whatever. I've never really looked into him or read anything about him. My ignorant thoughts about him was that he was an evil dictator. And that's it. I knew nothing more about him.
So we watched this last night and found out a lot about who he was. Fidel's awesome. He's a socialist revolutionary like Che Guevara, whom he was comrades with. He was a political activist who built and army of revolutionaries and overthrew Baptista, the curren Cuban dictator whose government was full of corruption. It was basically how the US is now. There were corrupt officials who were extremely rich and didn't really care much for the people.
At age 32, Fidel's army overthrew him and he became the ruler of Cuba. Being a Socialist, he created a universal health care for the people; as promised, land reformation; highly promoted education and sports. All those to say the least.
Because of a disagreement with the US which caused a few back & forth things before he decided to cut off ties completely from the US and boycotted and stopped the US industries in Cuba like Esso (now Exxon) & Texaco refineries, and some others. So the US placed the still current ban on Cuban exports. Whatever.
Because of this, and that Castro cared for his people and has been voted by everyone to stay in office all these years, the US portrays him as this communist dictator. The CIA has been behind every assassination attempt on Castro. He doesn't wear a bulletproof vest and drives around in regular jeeps. The country has no extreme separation between the wealthy and the poor. He doesn't use tax dollars to drive in bulletproof SUVs and Limos and hire all that staff to protect him like our officials do. He has more of a right to, being the target of many CIA initiated assassination attempts.
Point being is that he's a great man that the US has been trying to get rid of for a while, only because they want control over Cuba to do what they want to do. So since the 60's the US has been portraying him as a communist and have been trying to kill him. And he has a sense of humor about it. The prime minister of South Africa was meeting with him and asked, "When are you coming to South Africa?" Castro said, "I guess right now." And they went. On a dime.
They had this thing with Jesse Helms at a press conference saying, "Fidel Castro must leave Cuba. I don't care if it's vertically, or horizontally. It doesn't matter to me." What a chump. Yeah, take out the guy who gives his people basic human rights and genuinely cares about them and is always voted in to office. And then we could replace him with a Republican and introduce the affluent and thier capitalistic policy and take away their medical benefits.
Here's The Deal...
You know there's a rule "if it ain't broke, then don't try and fix it." That's very true, but not that apparent in recent years. You see movies and movies that are all remakes. Some remakes are of films from not that long ago. Definitely, though, it's very apparent in the music industry.
I may be wrong, but it seems as if 70% of the music out there are remakes or samples of songs. The other 28% suck. And probably the worst sin ever, are remakes. But perhaps even the bigger sin, even bigger than anything combined, is remaking a fucking awesome song and getting someone from Linkin Park to help out. Any band who does that needs their credibility checked. They are suspect from now on.
Motely Crue just did a remake of the fucking awesome classic "Home Sweet Home" for a benefit for Katrina victims. They are doing it with that fucking idiot from Linkin Park. What the fuck?!
If I were a Katrina victim and heard about this, I would immediately kill myself, or go to kill Linkin Park‘s Chester Bennington for tricking the Crue into making them think it would be a good idea to fuck up that song.
I may be wrong, but it seems as if 70% of the music out there are remakes or samples of songs. The other 28% suck. And probably the worst sin ever, are remakes. But perhaps even the bigger sin, even bigger than anything combined, is remaking a fucking awesome song and getting someone from Linkin Park to help out. Any band who does that needs their credibility checked. They are suspect from now on.
Motely Crue just did a remake of the fucking awesome classic "Home Sweet Home" for a benefit for Katrina victims. They are doing it with that fucking idiot from Linkin Park. What the fuck?!
If I were a Katrina victim and heard about this, I would immediately kill myself, or go to kill Linkin Park‘s Chester Bennington for tricking the Crue into making them think it would be a good idea to fuck up that song.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Disturbed?
That moron fucking metal-face idiot from Disturbed had an interview in the new Rollingstone. He was talking about how his band rulez and all those rock bands now that wear make-up and suits are a "disgrace to rock & roll." Off the top of my head I can think of at least 30 bands that fit the make-up and suits category that have made much more of an impact than his band ever will.
It's funny, too, because the interview starts at a Home Depot and he's amazed at Home Depot. Like just the whole concept of it and being a place as huge as that. Like this guy's from pre-historic times and can't believe that everything is available in one place.
The best part, though, is at the end of it he mentions that the album is dedicated to Dimebag Darrell, the late Pantera guitarist. He said that "the day [he] died was the 9-11 of rock. A part of us died that day." ROFL!!!!!!
On my best day I could not come up with something like that.
Aside from all that jazz, I don't know what else except I need to figure something out about talking to people. I try to be as efficint as possible with people I deal with, especially the drivers. Like I'll be really busy and I need someone for a job coming up and I'll call a driver up and say, "Hey [insert name here], let me know once you've dropped off your passenger, because I may need you for another run." All I'm waiting for is an "Okay" or something then I can hang up the phone and continue doing other stuff. Instead I get, "I'm leaving the airport now. I don't know what time I'll get to the drop-off."
"I know. That's why I said just let me know once you've dropped off. I may have a run for you."
"From where?"
"Can you just call me once you've dropped off your passenger!"
"Because there's traffic and Downtown is really backed up and..."
"I know. But the pick-up is not for another hour and a half from [insert place here], so whoever drops off first I'll have them go there."
It's like that all the time.
Another great one is, "Hello. What's your status right now."
"I'm heading to my pick-up," he answers, irritatedly or confused.
"I know that. But where exactly are you?"
"I'm on the 405."
Irritated, like I'm talking to a retarded 8 year old, "Where on the 405 are you? What off ramp are you near?"
One driver we have is really awesome. I spend probably five seconds on the phone with him mostly. Mostly, it's him trying to get me off the phone. But my reason is to double confirm things like pick-up times and making sure of intricate details of the jobs or something along those lines.
This guy just called and said that he didn't recieve his email confirmation. I checked the reservation and email address to make sure we had the right information. We did. I sent it to him as I was speaking to him and said, "All right. I just sent it to you right now."
"Hold on, let me check. I don't have it."
"It might take a minute, sir." He seriously did that. Like he expected it to be there in an instant. Like if I handed a paper to you and told you I'm giving you a piece of paper and you tell me to hold on while you check to see if you have it.
I've been here for an hour and the phones haven't stopped. Everyone I've dealt with so far is stupid.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Agah!
Jukebox: Social Distortion - Sex, Love, & Rock N' Roll
We watched the Big One last night. It's not a porn. Really great! I've never heard of it before, but I saw the trailer for it and I remember the trailor. It's that Men In Black type one and he shoots the last guy at the end after he asks, "Who's the one who keeps raising the ticket prices for movies?"
I probably thought it was an ad or something. Anyhow, I thought it was pretty well done. It's Michael Moore and there's his guerilla tactics of forcing himself into buildings and harassing the front desk people. It's really great sometimes, but other times I feel he's just too pushy.
This movie was a video taped documentary to suport Michael Moore's book Downsize This on a nationwide tour. All the while visiting corporations and helping the Joe Americans.
It really gets to you because he shows you exactly how America's going into the dumps. Like one of the laid off workers in the movie says, "If they keep downsizing and outsourcing and we have to all get jobs that pay $5/hr, who's going to have money to buy a car? Who's going to have money to buy a house? There's not going to be a need for construction workers anymore..."
All the company heads he talked to said stuff like, "You don't know how it is. We've talked to the employees and they all knew and we try to help them...blah, blah, blah."
Then he talks to the employees himself and they found out the day before and none of them knew what they were to do.
Anyway, the whole thing that was gathered from the corporations who were downsizing and opening up shop in Mexico or Indonesia was because, even though they were making record profits, they had to be competitive. Which basically means, it's because if their profits aren't higher, their shares go down. And no one wants that. Not no business man. How are you going to end up in Forbes? With less employees, the profit margins are larger. All that jazz. Basically, none of them had a morally valid reason, nor did they back themselves up well. Especially the Nike CEO.
That dude's reason for the Indonesian sweat shops is that, according to him, "No one in America wants to make shoes. They say they do, but they don't." So Michael, per a challenge he proposed to him, said if he could get 500 unemployed people to prove they could work for him making shoes that he would open a plant in Flint. He agreed. So Michael went to work and did it, and after seeing that and hearing testimonies, Phil Knight said, "They say they want to make shoes, but I know for a fact they don't."
"But they want to. They want to work."
"Yeah. But they don't really want to make shoes. No American wants to make shoes."
With this moron's rationale, at least 75% of the working force wouldn't have jobs.
The funniest shit, though, Michael was on like MSNBC or some show like that with the scrolling stock quotes at the bottom of the screen and he was looking toward the bottom of the screen with his head following the ever scrolling quotes and saying, "GM. Sell! Sell!"
We watched the Big One last night. It's not a porn. Really great! I've never heard of it before, but I saw the trailer for it and I remember the trailor. It's that Men In Black type one and he shoots the last guy at the end after he asks, "Who's the one who keeps raising the ticket prices for movies?"
I probably thought it was an ad or something. Anyhow, I thought it was pretty well done. It's Michael Moore and there's his guerilla tactics of forcing himself into buildings and harassing the front desk people. It's really great sometimes, but other times I feel he's just too pushy.
This movie was a video taped documentary to suport Michael Moore's book Downsize This on a nationwide tour. All the while visiting corporations and helping the Joe Americans.
It really gets to you because he shows you exactly how America's going into the dumps. Like one of the laid off workers in the movie says, "If they keep downsizing and outsourcing and we have to all get jobs that pay $5/hr, who's going to have money to buy a car? Who's going to have money to buy a house? There's not going to be a need for construction workers anymore..."
All the company heads he talked to said stuff like, "You don't know how it is. We've talked to the employees and they all knew and we try to help them...blah, blah, blah."
Then he talks to the employees himself and they found out the day before and none of them knew what they were to do.
Anyway, the whole thing that was gathered from the corporations who were downsizing and opening up shop in Mexico or Indonesia was because, even though they were making record profits, they had to be competitive. Which basically means, it's because if their profits aren't higher, their shares go down. And no one wants that. Not no business man. How are you going to end up in Forbes? With less employees, the profit margins are larger. All that jazz. Basically, none of them had a morally valid reason, nor did they back themselves up well. Especially the Nike CEO.
That dude's reason for the Indonesian sweat shops is that, according to him, "No one in America wants to make shoes. They say they do, but they don't." So Michael, per a challenge he proposed to him, said if he could get 500 unemployed people to prove they could work for him making shoes that he would open a plant in Flint. He agreed. So Michael went to work and did it, and after seeing that and hearing testimonies, Phil Knight said, "They say they want to make shoes, but I know for a fact they don't."
"But they want to. They want to work."
"Yeah. But they don't really want to make shoes. No American wants to make shoes."
With this moron's rationale, at least 75% of the working force wouldn't have jobs.
The funniest shit, though, Michael was on like MSNBC or some show like that with the scrolling stock quotes at the bottom of the screen and he was looking toward the bottom of the screen with his head following the ever scrolling quotes and saying, "GM. Sell! Sell!"
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Bored
I'm bored out of my head here at work. I have to put out the empty water jugs for the water dude tomorrow. I corked one of them with a note to the driver saying that we need two things of water per delvery. Not one. I don't know how this guy keeps screwing up.
At first he wouldn't take the empties back. Then he stopped coming all together. So I had to call and have them pick-up what empties we had left, because we threw a lot away because we had no space. Then I talked to someone to fix our delivery and placed two 5 gallong containers of "spring water."
Then the idiot brings us Floridated water. He walks in-and I was gone at the time-and says, "This is an office? You guys should use spring water. I'll bring that next time." So he leaves the two things of Floridated water.
Next delivery he leaves one thing of spring water.
We can't win with this guy.
At first he wouldn't take the empties back. Then he stopped coming all together. So I had to call and have them pick-up what empties we had left, because we threw a lot away because we had no space. Then I talked to someone to fix our delivery and placed two 5 gallong containers of "spring water."
Then the idiot brings us Floridated water. He walks in-and I was gone at the time-and says, "This is an office? You guys should use spring water. I'll bring that next time." So he leaves the two things of Floridated water.
Next delivery he leaves one thing of spring water.
We can't win with this guy.
Rosa Parks
I told Jeanne yesterday about her dying. And then I told her, "Don't worry it was of natural causes." Which it was. And then I said, rather suggestively, "You know, being black in America..."
Too soon?!
I know. I know.
Will Shortz
For those who do not know who Will Shortz is, he's the editor for the New York Times crossword puzzles. He was on "Talk of the City" today. It was awesome. They were talking about crosswords and Sudoku. I turned on right during the crossword puzzle part.
He talked about the ways people do cross words and why certain things appear a lot. Like "Celebes Ox" which is "Anoa." It helps connect a lot of answers.
They talked of the history of crossword puzzles and the history of Lance Ito being in crosswords and how it went away for a while after the O.J. trial and now it's back but it'll probably be gone someday soon.
He talked about the ways people do cross words and why certain things appear a lot. Like "Celebes Ox" which is "Anoa." It helps connect a lot of answers.
They talked of the history of crossword puzzles and the history of Lance Ito being in crosswords and how it went away for a while after the O.J. trial and now it's back but it'll probably be gone someday soon.
Oh Yeah.
Yes. I got my car back. Apparently the crank sensor wasn't working. I'm not sure I believe that. I've never heard of a crank sensor before.
I watched the Boondock Saints last night. I thought it was a good movie, though that scene with him jumping off the roof with the toilet was stupid. First of all, he didn't even look to see what his target is. Secondly, he could've killed his brother himself. Thirdly, all he got was a limp from that fall.
Then we got Willem Dafoe being like Steven Segal. I would hate to work on a case with him. Although it was awesome because everytime that cop got something wrong with details or anything, he would make him get coffee for him. Though he wanted a "cafe latte with a twist of lemon." That's fucking gross.
The movie's intense throughout the entire movie. Every character reminded me of the writer/director. Willem Dafoe's character was awesome, though. It was sort of irritating at first, but he meant well.
About a Boy was better this time around. I guess I never really paid attention the first time around. But it was rather enjoyable. I still didn't like the scene with him rocking out on guitar to "Killing Me Softly."
It also bugged me alot that he doesn't have to work, but he doesn't make any use of his life. It bugs me as a person with no money, in debt, and works all the time, with barely anytime to do much anything else.
We're watching the Big One tonight. I've never even heard of this before. I hope it's a porn.
I watched the Boondock Saints last night. I thought it was a good movie, though that scene with him jumping off the roof with the toilet was stupid. First of all, he didn't even look to see what his target is. Secondly, he could've killed his brother himself. Thirdly, all he got was a limp from that fall.
Then we got Willem Dafoe being like Steven Segal. I would hate to work on a case with him. Although it was awesome because everytime that cop got something wrong with details or anything, he would make him get coffee for him. Though he wanted a "cafe latte with a twist of lemon." That's fucking gross.
The movie's intense throughout the entire movie. Every character reminded me of the writer/director. Willem Dafoe's character was awesome, though. It was sort of irritating at first, but he meant well.
About a Boy was better this time around. I guess I never really paid attention the first time around. But it was rather enjoyable. I still didn't like the scene with him rocking out on guitar to "Killing Me Softly."
It also bugged me alot that he doesn't have to work, but he doesn't make any use of his life. It bugs me as a person with no money, in debt, and works all the time, with barely anytime to do much anything else.
We're watching the Big One tonight. I've never even heard of this before. I hope it's a porn.
Quote
This lady calls for a quote. I ask what she needed the car for and she told me and I quoted her. I said, "For curbside p/u it will be $54...and it's based on a two hour minimum."
"All right. Because I called in an order on a Sunday night and was quoted $54 and I got charged $97 and it took only about 34 minutes..."
"Ma'am. The two hours is a minimum. It doesn't matter if it takes one mi-"
"That's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is I got quoted $54 and was charged $97."
"Yes. $54 is the base rates. There are other fees that get charged."
"Yes. I know. 20% gratuity."
"Yes. But there's also an airport fee, tax, fuel surcharge..."
"Why isn't that mentioned? That's bait & switch."
"No it's not!"
"Yes it is."
"Ma'am. When you go to a hotel, they tell you that it's, say, $39 a night. They charge taxes and other fees. It's not hidden at all."
"You guys shouldn't do that."
"All the companies do it like that. It's not like it's some trick. We've been in business for 20 years and..."
"I hope you stay in business for 20 more years, but it won't be with me."
"That's fine with me, thanks a lot."
Hang up.
I want more of these calls.
"All right. Because I called in an order on a Sunday night and was quoted $54 and I got charged $97 and it took only about 34 minutes..."
"Ma'am. The two hours is a minimum. It doesn't matter if it takes one mi-"
"That's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is I got quoted $54 and was charged $97."
"Yes. $54 is the base rates. There are other fees that get charged."
"Yes. I know. 20% gratuity."
"Yes. But there's also an airport fee, tax, fuel surcharge..."
"Why isn't that mentioned? That's bait & switch."
"No it's not!"
"Yes it is."
"Ma'am. When you go to a hotel, they tell you that it's, say, $39 a night. They charge taxes and other fees. It's not hidden at all."
"You guys shouldn't do that."
"All the companies do it like that. It's not like it's some trick. We've been in business for 20 years and..."
"I hope you stay in business for 20 more years, but it won't be with me."
"That's fine with me, thanks a lot."
Hang up.
I want more of these calls.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Get You!!
I just got off a heated phone argument with a customer. It was awesome. I love when I'm totally right and there's no way I could be wrong and I make them look and feel stupid.
"...that's not how long I rented it for!"
"Well it says that on your service contract."
"Yeah, but I didn't know that that's what it meant."
"You didn't know that 'two hours of service' didn't mean four hours?!!!"
... "Why did you sign the contract not knowing what something meant?"
"What if I put a stop on the charge?"
"Go ahead. We'll just send the credit card company the contract of service and we'll get the money anyway."
It was great.
Whatever. I've got About a Boy to watch tonight. Also, the Boondock Saints. I've seen About a Boy before and wasn't that happy with it. I love Nick Hornby stories, but I also hate Hugh Grant. But I think the screenplay was shitty. We'll see.
This, on the other hand, I've been trying not to watch for a while. I'm sure I'll like it, and my friend Rob Owens says I'll definitely like it. But I really don't like the writer/director. But, oh well.
"...that's not how long I rented it for!"
"Well it says that on your service contract."
"Yeah, but I didn't know that that's what it meant."
"You didn't know that 'two hours of service' didn't mean four hours?!!!"
... "Why did you sign the contract not knowing what something meant?"
"What if I put a stop on the charge?"
"Go ahead. We'll just send the credit card company the contract of service and we'll get the money anyway."
It was great.
Whatever. I've got About a Boy to watch tonight. Also, the Boondock Saints. I've seen About a Boy before and wasn't that happy with it. I love Nick Hornby stories, but I also hate Hugh Grant. But I think the screenplay was shitty. We'll see.
This, on the other hand, I've been trying not to watch for a while. I'm sure I'll like it, and my friend Rob Owens says I'll definitely like it. But I really don't like the writer/director. But, oh well.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Songs to kill people for making...
At the top of my head let's throw on Steve Miller Band's "Fly Like an Eagle." While we're at it, fucking Jimmy Buffet needs to die as well. If I hear fucking "Margaritaville" one more time in this lifetime I will personally find him and peel his skin off and squirt lime juice on him and eat his leg.
Unbelievable.
So I went on break thinking that tomorrow's dispatching will go easy since there's just one job and it's not until the evening. The only thing that could be a problem is if there's an early morning job. But what are the odds of that happening.
I come back from break and there's a job for 5am. I don't know how this always happens.
I come back from break and there's a job for 5am. I don't know how this always happens.
Weather
So last week I checked the five day forecast on the never reliable Weather.com. I checked it to see if it'd be worth washing our cars. In Los Angeles, when it rains it leaves spots all over your car from all that smog in the air. So it's not worth washing your car if it's raining or going to.
It said that Saturday was going to be cloudy and the rest of the week was sunny as fuck. Uh, it's been cloudy and drizzling all weekend and today it's raining a little.
It said that Saturday was going to be cloudy and the rest of the week was sunny as fuck. Uh, it's been cloudy and drizzling all weekend and today it's raining a little.
Movie Madness!!!
Watched a bunch of movies again this weekend. The list includes: Manufacturing Consent, Seance, Pushing Tin, and then a low-rent comedy show called Stella.
Manufacturing Consent was good for what it was. Very informative, but very long. I think that Noam Chomsky looks like a mix between Tim Shew & Bill Hoover. I really like the way that Noam presents himself and also how he defends himself. I hated that he had debates with people who would not listen to anything he had to say, that can only be rivaled only by the likes of Bill O'Reiley & Rush Limbaugh. Assholes like them should be fucking shot. It amazes me that people who come off very blabber-mouthed and one-sided and don't listen to the other side and they're the ones that people listen to. Where as the ones they don't listen to are the ones who see both sides of things and form their own opinions.
It bugged me a lot when people were trying to get Noam on somethings and he'd explain how or why they're wrong. And it's like they didn't hear his reply and they'd ask it again in a different way. I really hated that kid towards the end saying, "...you hate the media and the paper and everyone here is here because they saw an ad for this even. IN the paper. How come you're not talking about that?"
Then Noam starts explaining and burning the kid, and the kid looks to the audience and smirks this irritating smirk that says, "Can you believe this load of shit?" Oh, the kid's wearing a frat shirt. But yes, Noam explains very clearly what his stance is against the newspapers but the kid just wanted to not hear it.
It's like that guy they had on NPR who was at one of Bush's speeches. Before Bush even said anything, this guy started attacking him on issues and Bush got upset and kept saying, "Can you let me speak? I haven't even said anything, why are you attacking me?"
Seance was stupid. I hate these pseudo-suspense/horror re-make films that's all the rage. This movie is stupid. It just shows this stupid couple who does everything wrong imaginable. They end up with a girl in one of his trunks. He doesn't call the cops or the hospital. Neither does the wife. The girl dies. His wife is the psychic on the case. They both start seeing her ghost. He beats the ghost up. He sees his doppelganger, and he set him on fire. The movie's dumb.
Pushing Tin was an all right movie. It took a long time to get good, but it did. John Cusack's charater is a dick. Billy Bob Thornton is pretty cool. The movie's well worth watching, if for anything, the part when they get caught in the wake of the 747. Jeff, you're gonna be rolling when you see it.
Stella is the stupidest show on earth. You would think that great sketch comedy guys like these guys would be a little bit funny. I watched an episode last night, which I believe is the pilot, and it bombed. The only funny scene is with Ed Norton, but only because he pops out of nowhere as Ed Norton. Aside from that, the jokes and all were stuff that you would expect from your boss if you work in an office job. Or comedy from the 20's or something. Stuff that just aren't funny, or it's not funny anymore.
Manufacturing Consent was good for what it was. Very informative, but very long. I think that Noam Chomsky looks like a mix between Tim Shew & Bill Hoover. I really like the way that Noam presents himself and also how he defends himself. I hated that he had debates with people who would not listen to anything he had to say, that can only be rivaled only by the likes of Bill O'Reiley & Rush Limbaugh. Assholes like them should be fucking shot. It amazes me that people who come off very blabber-mouthed and one-sided and don't listen to the other side and they're the ones that people listen to. Where as the ones they don't listen to are the ones who see both sides of things and form their own opinions.
It bugged me a lot when people were trying to get Noam on somethings and he'd explain how or why they're wrong. And it's like they didn't hear his reply and they'd ask it again in a different way. I really hated that kid towards the end saying, "...you hate the media and the paper and everyone here is here because they saw an ad for this even. IN the paper. How come you're not talking about that?"
Then Noam starts explaining and burning the kid, and the kid looks to the audience and smirks this irritating smirk that says, "Can you believe this load of shit?" Oh, the kid's wearing a frat shirt. But yes, Noam explains very clearly what his stance is against the newspapers but the kid just wanted to not hear it.
It's like that guy they had on NPR who was at one of Bush's speeches. Before Bush even said anything, this guy started attacking him on issues and Bush got upset and kept saying, "Can you let me speak? I haven't even said anything, why are you attacking me?"
Seance was stupid. I hate these pseudo-suspense/horror re-make films that's all the rage. This movie is stupid. It just shows this stupid couple who does everything wrong imaginable. They end up with a girl in one of his trunks. He doesn't call the cops or the hospital. Neither does the wife. The girl dies. His wife is the psychic on the case. They both start seeing her ghost. He beats the ghost up. He sees his doppelganger, and he set him on fire. The movie's dumb.
Pushing Tin was an all right movie. It took a long time to get good, but it did. John Cusack's charater is a dick. Billy Bob Thornton is pretty cool. The movie's well worth watching, if for anything, the part when they get caught in the wake of the 747. Jeff, you're gonna be rolling when you see it.
Stella is the stupidest show on earth. You would think that great sketch comedy guys like these guys would be a little bit funny. I watched an episode last night, which I believe is the pilot, and it bombed. The only funny scene is with Ed Norton, but only because he pops out of nowhere as Ed Norton. Aside from that, the jokes and all were stuff that you would expect from your boss if you work in an office job. Or comedy from the 20's or something. Stuff that just aren't funny, or it's not funny anymore.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
One Phone Call
"Hello?"
"Hi, can I help you?"
"Are you available for October 29th?"
Me, irritatedly, "For what?"
"Oh. Uh, for a black Hummer stretch for 18 people."
"Yes."
"Hi, can I help you?"
"Are you available for October 29th?"
Me, irritatedly, "For what?"
"Oh. Uh, for a black Hummer stretch for 18 people."
"Yes."
On the other hand
Unlike my epiphany of Christina Ricci, this guy doesn't do it at all. No movie have I seen with him did I like him. It sucks, though, because a lot of my favorite movies star him in it: Three Kings, Mumford, Fight Club.
Then there was this show, too. When I saw the previews for it I said that it wouldn't last. I was right.
Then there was this show, too. When I saw the previews for it I said that it wouldn't last. I was right.
Buffalo 66
Unfortunately, Christina Ricci is in it, but surprisingly she's good. I realized recently that I don't know why I hate her. Every movie that I've seen with her in it, she's been good. The movies have been good as well.
Vincent Gallo is funny as fuck in this. Vincent Gallo is awesome on a whole anyway. He did everything on this film. He dresses awesome too. This movie is a really great love story. As shitty as Billy was to Layla, Layla got to see Billy's life and understood him better and saw that underneath his demeanor, he is a very sensitive and loving person. She extracts that out of him.
But in the end, he realized that he was living his life to please his parents and they didn't even acknowledge or appreciate that. He saw that if he went along with everything as he planned, it would have no great impact at all. Nothing would be resolved. He understood what it meant to be loved.
The donut shop scene at the end reminded me of Boogie Nights. It was awesome, though.
If that doesn't sell it, uh, Mickey Rourke's in it.
Vincent Gallo is funny as fuck in this. Vincent Gallo is awesome on a whole anyway. He did everything on this film. He dresses awesome too. This movie is a really great love story. As shitty as Billy was to Layla, Layla got to see Billy's life and understood him better and saw that underneath his demeanor, he is a very sensitive and loving person. She extracts that out of him.
But in the end, he realized that he was living his life to please his parents and they didn't even acknowledge or appreciate that. He saw that if he went along with everything as he planned, it would have no great impact at all. Nothing would be resolved. He understood what it meant to be loved.
The donut shop scene at the end reminded me of Boogie Nights. It was awesome, though.
If that doesn't sell it, uh, Mickey Rourke's in it.
New People
All right. If you're new at a job, I'm somewhat sympathetic to you. I'm patient and understanding and all that. But, not being able to take information correctly is something that should come natural and if you cannot do that, I won't be nice.
I just called a company to farm out a job tonight. The girl, who I can only assume is new, kept asking the same questions over and over, and putting me on hold and all that jazz. Finally, she asked me the address and phone number for the fourth time and I started getting pissed and raised my voice and said, rather rudely, "Can I just fax or email you the information and if you have any questions you can call me?" As soon as I said that, another lady came on and said, "I'll take it. Hi, can I get the address?"
And then everything was done in one minute.
I just called a company to farm out a job tonight. The girl, who I can only assume is new, kept asking the same questions over and over, and putting me on hold and all that jazz. Finally, she asked me the address and phone number for the fourth time and I started getting pissed and raised my voice and said, rather rudely, "Can I just fax or email you the information and if you have any questions you can call me?" As soon as I said that, another lady came on and said, "I'll take it. Hi, can I get the address?"
And then everything was done in one minute.
"They're Out Ta Get Me"
Some people might say that I'm paranoid or something when I tell them that I'm just a magnet for bad luck and/or let downs. "It just happens," people tell me over and over. And I used to eat that shit up. I used to take things with a good attitude. I'd tell myself, "At least it can't get any worse."
Those who know me will probably laugh at that. Being that for a long time my life's been like that, but more so now than ever since I've moved back to LA. It never ends. I'll tell you more about everything that I haven't blogged about if you like.
Then there are small things that piss me off as well. Stuff like, I'll order three DVD's and one of them I'd be really excited about watching. Guess which one doesn't play? Then, like shipping our stuff here, I was most excited about my bike coming. Guess what took three times to get it right to get here after being lost? It's just things like that that add up and really gets to me.
So this morning I'm getting ready for work. Jeanne asks if I'm excited that we're going to Vegas tonight to meet my parents and hang out with everyone. I say yes, but I won't be excited until I'm off work. I get ready and leave. The car won't start. Everyday so far, it's worked fine. We got it fully inspected and has a brand new battery. And if it were the battery it wouldn't even do anything at all. A light was probably left on or something.
Agghghghgghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Those who know me will probably laugh at that. Being that for a long time my life's been like that, but more so now than ever since I've moved back to LA. It never ends. I'll tell you more about everything that I haven't blogged about if you like.
Then there are small things that piss me off as well. Stuff like, I'll order three DVD's and one of them I'd be really excited about watching. Guess which one doesn't play? Then, like shipping our stuff here, I was most excited about my bike coming. Guess what took three times to get it right to get here after being lost? It's just things like that that add up and really gets to me.
So this morning I'm getting ready for work. Jeanne asks if I'm excited that we're going to Vegas tonight to meet my parents and hang out with everyone. I say yes, but I won't be excited until I'm off work. I get ready and leave. The car won't start. Everyday so far, it's worked fine. We got it fully inspected and has a brand new battery. And if it were the battery it wouldn't even do anything at all. A light was probably left on or something.
Agghghghgghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, October 21, 2005
Check Yo' Self...
As soon as I got in this morning it's already a mess.
I watched Chuck & Buck last night. It's pretty funny. It's this socially awkward guy, Buck, who never grew up and still had this sexual attraction to Chuck, his best friend from childhood who he'd not seen since.
Buck's mother dies and he looks up Chuck and Chuck comes to the funeral with his finace. Buck is wearing a huge button on his lapel featuring a picture of his mother. Buck explains to Chuck's fiance how close they were when kids and how they were called "Chuck & Buck." He walks in on Chuck in the bathroom and hugs him and grabs at his crotch. Chuck is all wierded out and leaves and goes back to Los Angeles.
Buck decides to move to Los Angeles. He ends up writing a play at this theatre across the street from Chuck's work, which is a record company. Oh, Buck financed this trip with money I guess he inherited. He made a $10,000 withdrawal before heading to LA and moved into a motel.
So Chuck is avoiding Buck because Buck's still stuck in childhood and Chuck's all grown up and professional. Buck doesn't understand why Chuck isn't the same anymore, so he writes a play called "Hank & Frank." I couldn't stop rolling.
So after these huge stalking issues, he invites Chuck and his fiance to see his play and they don't like it.
It's a great movie, there's an underlying message about the innocence of childhood. The freedom of being who you are and do what you want to do and all that shit. His buddy from the play that invited him to move across the hall from him is awesome. He didn't even see Buck as socially inept and just wierd, which is how everyone else saw him.
I'm here at work now. Last night we had to separate the two mice, because Jeanne bought a new one so Kavkalash wouldn't be so lonely. They ended up almost killing each other. So they're in different cages now. I was wondering about Kavkalash. He runs all day long on the wheel and I think that was one of the reasons that he doesn't like Sue moving in.
But the big wheel in his new place was wet because Jeanne had to wash the blood off. So she blocked off that wheel. So Kavkalash ended up running on this tiny wheel that he can barely fit in that is also in the cage.
I watched Chuck & Buck last night. It's pretty funny. It's this socially awkward guy, Buck, who never grew up and still had this sexual attraction to Chuck, his best friend from childhood who he'd not seen since.
Buck's mother dies and he looks up Chuck and Chuck comes to the funeral with his finace. Buck is wearing a huge button on his lapel featuring a picture of his mother. Buck explains to Chuck's fiance how close they were when kids and how they were called "Chuck & Buck." He walks in on Chuck in the bathroom and hugs him and grabs at his crotch. Chuck is all wierded out and leaves and goes back to Los Angeles.
Buck decides to move to Los Angeles. He ends up writing a play at this theatre across the street from Chuck's work, which is a record company. Oh, Buck financed this trip with money I guess he inherited. He made a $10,000 withdrawal before heading to LA and moved into a motel.
So Chuck is avoiding Buck because Buck's still stuck in childhood and Chuck's all grown up and professional. Buck doesn't understand why Chuck isn't the same anymore, so he writes a play called "Hank & Frank." I couldn't stop rolling.
So after these huge stalking issues, he invites Chuck and his fiance to see his play and they don't like it.
It's a great movie, there's an underlying message about the innocence of childhood. The freedom of being who you are and do what you want to do and all that shit. His buddy from the play that invited him to move across the hall from him is awesome. He didn't even see Buck as socially inept and just wierd, which is how everyone else saw him.
I'm here at work now. Last night we had to separate the two mice, because Jeanne bought a new one so Kavkalash wouldn't be so lonely. They ended up almost killing each other. So they're in different cages now. I was wondering about Kavkalash. He runs all day long on the wheel and I think that was one of the reasons that he doesn't like Sue moving in.
But the big wheel in his new place was wet because Jeanne had to wash the blood off. So she blocked off that wheel. So Kavkalash ended up running on this tiny wheel that he can barely fit in that is also in the cage.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Asshole II
On my break I went to El Segundo to cash a check. On the way back turning on to Pershing Dr. by the airport, I noticed cars backed up and some police surrounding cars driving opposite me. It was the President's limo and this SUV full of secret service agents.
Bush on his way to back up traffic even more. It's great that he decided to come during LA rush hour. The SUV with the agents looked funny. At a fast glance it loooked like a clown car. The windows were open and their arms were hanging out as they drove by like post-apocolyptic renegades.
On top of this today, tomorrow during morning rush hour, roads will be closed. People have to get to work. Why don't he chopper to somewhere or drive during non-peak times?
Bush on his way to back up traffic even more. It's great that he decided to come during LA rush hour. The SUV with the agents looked funny. At a fast glance it loooked like a clown car. The windows were open and their arms were hanging out as they drove by like post-apocolyptic renegades.
On top of this today, tomorrow during morning rush hour, roads will be closed. People have to get to work. Why don't he chopper to somewhere or drive during non-peak times?
Asshole
So Bush is going to be here tomorrow. I'm not sure if he's here today or not. But the point is that Sunset Blvd. and some other streets are going to be closed off tomorrow morning. This fucks us up on a major level being in the transportation industry.
Also, it adds another hassle being that on top of all the stupid phone calls today, we have all our clients for tomorrow morning calling up about that. Fucking... do you think that we don't take those factors into consideration? It's our fucking job. If we feel we need to change the time, we will.
Also, it adds another hassle being that on top of all the stupid phone calls today, we have all our clients for tomorrow morning calling up about that. Fucking... do you think that we don't take those factors into consideration? It's our fucking job. If we feel we need to change the time, we will.
Fuck it all.
Today is one of those stupid days. Every one in the US is calling up. There's some conspiracy or something that everyone congregated together last night and planned to call me up today and be dumber than usual. And either talk like some fucking speed-induced crack-head not giving me a chance to speak or talk like a sedated fucking retard.
This fucking new account I opened this guy talks like one word a minute, and he asked me every fucking thing imaginable. "What's the rate for this?" "How about this?".... I was on the phone with him for 10 minutes. And today, I don't have 10 minutes to spare, but every fucking idiot is calling.
This fucking new account I opened this guy talks like one word a minute, and he asked me every fucking thing imaginable. "What's the rate for this?" "How about this?".... I was on the phone with him for 10 minutes. And today, I don't have 10 minutes to spare, but every fucking idiot is calling.
All Right
Tell me if this makes sense. Jeanne was quoting this irritating girl the other day about a run for next week. She kept pestering Jeanne and Jeanne kept telling her she has to check on something and call her back. But the irritating girl kept calling her back before Jeanne could even do anything and she kept asking Jeanne about the rates, so Jeanne had me handle it.
What this girl wanted was, since we have price matching, to have us match this company who charged a really low rate. I emailed her back and said that we can't do that job for that low of a rate and that she should just use that other company.
She called me back and said, "I kind of thought that you couldn't do it for that low, but we'll use you anyway."
So I pause for a second, thinking to myself why in the world would anyone waste all this time haggling with a company for something when they can already get the same thing cheaper from another? Also, if they higher charging company is unwilling to lower their rates to what you want it to, why would you just give in and do it for that higher amount? It kind of invalidates anything you were trying to do. Anyway, I put her on hold and she hung up.
She talked to Sean yesterday and Sean would not do it for that low of a rate also. She just called me again today and explained herself up until now. I explained that first of all Jeanne's new here and misquoted her. Then I mentioned how irritating she'd been, not straight forward, but it was mentioned.
Then she tells me how unprofessional we are because we told her, via an automated response at first, we could do one rate and now it's different. I told her that what the automated response sends her is based on what they say, but there are many factors in to why the rate goes up. Hence the "non-binding estimates" all over the quote email.
Then she said, "Well, you guys have ruined my plans. I started looking for this a week ago, and it's already next week and I still need to find a mini-bus..."
"Wait a minute. You sent us the email with the quote and told us that you had somewhere else that could do it cheaper. You kept bothering Jeanne and calling her and calling her. I told you in the email that we couldn't do it that low and you should use them, so what the hell are you talking about?"
"I will use them."
Hangs up.
What the fuck just happened?
What this girl wanted was, since we have price matching, to have us match this company who charged a really low rate. I emailed her back and said that we can't do that job for that low of a rate and that she should just use that other company.
She called me back and said, "I kind of thought that you couldn't do it for that low, but we'll use you anyway."
So I pause for a second, thinking to myself why in the world would anyone waste all this time haggling with a company for something when they can already get the same thing cheaper from another? Also, if they higher charging company is unwilling to lower their rates to what you want it to, why would you just give in and do it for that higher amount? It kind of invalidates anything you were trying to do. Anyway, I put her on hold and she hung up.
She talked to Sean yesterday and Sean would not do it for that low of a rate also. She just called me again today and explained herself up until now. I explained that first of all Jeanne's new here and misquoted her. Then I mentioned how irritating she'd been, not straight forward, but it was mentioned.
Then she tells me how unprofessional we are because we told her, via an automated response at first, we could do one rate and now it's different. I told her that what the automated response sends her is based on what they say, but there are many factors in to why the rate goes up. Hence the "non-binding estimates" all over the quote email.
Then she said, "Well, you guys have ruined my plans. I started looking for this a week ago, and it's already next week and I still need to find a mini-bus..."
"Wait a minute. You sent us the email with the quote and told us that you had somewhere else that could do it cheaper. You kept bothering Jeanne and calling her and calling her. I told you in the email that we couldn't do it that low and you should use them, so what the hell are you talking about?"
"I will use them."
Hangs up.
What the fuck just happened?
Fever Pitch
So I watched this movie last night and from the beginning I was moaning and groaning and saying over and over, "How the fuck am I going to survive two hours of Jimmy Fallon?"
His first moments of the film he was un-funny in his own Jimmy-esque way, in my opinion. Jeanne said that he was just being nervous around Lindsey (Drew Barrymore). I could see that but didn't want him to get the upper hand on me.
Jimmy did pull through, though, and I enjoyed the movie. There were scenes in it that I laughed harder at than any movie I've seen recently. I kept thinking about Koly the whole time.
Sorry, can't write too much more. Gotta work. Be back later.
His first moments of the film he was un-funny in his own Jimmy-esque way, in my opinion. Jeanne said that he was just being nervous around Lindsey (Drew Barrymore). I could see that but didn't want him to get the upper hand on me.
Jimmy did pull through, though, and I enjoyed the movie. There were scenes in it that I laughed harder at than any movie I've seen recently. I kept thinking about Koly the whole time.
Sorry, can't write too much more. Gotta work. Be back later.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Liqueur
Yesterday, after drinking my coffee with the coffee liqueur I started feeling sick and suddenly remembered from the night prior and the year 2000 New Year's Eve party. I don't mix well with coffee liqueurs and dairy. I started feeling sick the other night, but I finished my drink. And after the one at work yesterday I started feeling sick.
But a few years ago, before we headed to our friend's place for the Y2K party, I had one of the TGIF Mudslides and went into a downslide. I felt like shit, but I went to the party anyway. We got to Shannon's place in Redondo Beach and the way her house is set up is you walk in the front door and walk up the stairs. At the top of the stairs is a landing and directly in front of you is a bathroom and if you turn right, there's a hallway to the left heading toward the bedroom and to the right is the living room and kitchen and porch.
So we headed up the stairs and I go straight to the bathroom. I take a huge shit and I'm still feeling sick. I'm in there for about 10 minutes. I finally come out and walk towards the party, passing people along the way with the stench from the bathroom following me. That was my grand entrance into Y2K party.
I got better as the night progressed. I just ate some food and drank some beer and as soon as that Mudslide passed through me, I got better. Then I started drinking like a madman. Then Dean fell asleep at the edge of the roof above the garage.
Dean is awesome. He gets drunk and does stupid stuff. Once at Sugar's house, he stared at this bush for a while. Then all of a sudden he charged it and dove into it and dislocated his shoulder. It wasn't a bush (Bush-Lobster) but a wall with vines growing on it.
But a few years ago, before we headed to our friend's place for the Y2K party, I had one of the TGIF Mudslides and went into a downslide. I felt like shit, but I went to the party anyway. We got to Shannon's place in Redondo Beach and the way her house is set up is you walk in the front door and walk up the stairs. At the top of the stairs is a landing and directly in front of you is a bathroom and if you turn right, there's a hallway to the left heading toward the bedroom and to the right is the living room and kitchen and porch.
So we headed up the stairs and I go straight to the bathroom. I take a huge shit and I'm still feeling sick. I'm in there for about 10 minutes. I finally come out and walk towards the party, passing people along the way with the stench from the bathroom following me. That was my grand entrance into Y2K party.
I got better as the night progressed. I just ate some food and drank some beer and as soon as that Mudslide passed through me, I got better. Then I started drinking like a madman. Then Dean fell asleep at the edge of the roof above the garage.
Dean is awesome. He gets drunk and does stupid stuff. Once at Sugar's house, he stared at this bush for a while. Then all of a sudden he charged it and dove into it and dislocated his shoulder. It wasn't a bush (Bush-Lobster) but a wall with vines growing on it.
OOOOWWW!
So after I ate another cheap TV dinner, my stomach's all turning and hurting. So it seems as if that may be the culprit. I have another one in the freezer here. I'll eat that one in a few hours and if I start hurting again, I'll be sure that is the cause and maybe I'll stop eating those. Although I still have five left at home.
Baaaa!
I should've not come to work today. If I feel worse later, I'm going to go home. My stomach is twisting into a knot. I'm wondering if it's the cheap TV dinners that we bought last night?
We watched Eat Drink Man Womanz last night and it rekindled my desire to go to culinary school. If I could be a head-chef somewhere, I think that would be the dream job. I could be in the kitchen all day long cooking and love it. I had a job like that and it was the greatest thing ever. I also just like to cook for lots of people.
We did that a couple of times at the Dewey House & Manor. It becomes sort of an all day event and is fun as hell. I wouldn't even mind being a personal chef. Just be in a huge kitchen with anything at my disposal.
It would be great too if I had a small garden outside where I grew some vegetables and herbs. It's fun to drink while cooking. I think that's the main point. I should've started by saying that.
Anyway, if you haven't seen this movie, you should watch it. If anything, just for the part after the girl asks what he's reading and he says Dostoyevsky. It sounds like Dosatoyavesky, but longer.
We watched Eat Drink Man Womanz last night and it rekindled my desire to go to culinary school. If I could be a head-chef somewhere, I think that would be the dream job. I could be in the kitchen all day long cooking and love it. I had a job like that and it was the greatest thing ever. I also just like to cook for lots of people.
We did that a couple of times at the Dewey House & Manor. It becomes sort of an all day event and is fun as hell. I wouldn't even mind being a personal chef. Just be in a huge kitchen with anything at my disposal.
It would be great too if I had a small garden outside where I grew some vegetables and herbs. It's fun to drink while cooking. I think that's the main point. I should've started by saying that.
Anyway, if you haven't seen this movie, you should watch it. If anything, just for the part after the girl asks what he's reading and he says Dostoyevsky. It sounds like Dosatoyavesky, but longer.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
I Didn't Do It
Ah, today is great. If only this last fucking driver would call up so that I can leave. Oh, well.
Some good news. My parents are visiting Vegas this weekend, which means they are stopping over in Los Angeles. I might be going to Vegas this weekend, also. Or I may go down to Orange County to see them on Monday and hang out with them. It's good, being that I haven't seen them in so long and they have yet to meet Jeanne.
Aside from that, I'm still waiting for this ass-clown to call me up so I can leave. I don't know how he always tends to not answer his phone when I need to get a hold of him the most. All other times of the day he answers his phone all the time and he also calls here all the time. He calls for us to check his flights, for us to get directions, for us to fucking hold his hand and walk him through every fucking thing we want him to do.
Ack! Whatever.
Some good news. My parents are visiting Vegas this weekend, which means they are stopping over in Los Angeles. I might be going to Vegas this weekend, also. Or I may go down to Orange County to see them on Monday and hang out with them. It's good, being that I haven't seen them in so long and they have yet to meet Jeanne.
Aside from that, I'm still waiting for this ass-clown to call me up so I can leave. I don't know how he always tends to not answer his phone when I need to get a hold of him the most. All other times of the day he answers his phone all the time and he also calls here all the time. He calls for us to check his flights, for us to get directions, for us to fucking hold his hand and walk him through every fucking thing we want him to do.
Ack! Whatever.
"I'm just a sexy boy..."
Jukebox: Bill Hicks - Rant In E-Minor
Lots of stuff been going on. My boss (not Springsteen) came up to me last night and asked if something was bothering me. He pre-empted my "letter of discontent." Anyway, we worked out everything and it's all good now.
We watched a dumb movie called the Majestic. I guess in some ways I could've enjoyed it, because I did up until a certain point. It's kind of an interesting story until, just like the beginning of the movie showed, the Hollywood parts get thrown in to the movie. The entire ending was so stupid.
I liked that Bruce Campbell was in the movie in the movie. It was funny because I was talking to Jeanne about him before hand.
Another thing that made me realize how dumb the movie was is that Jim Carrey was in it. After about 10 minutes into it I realized, "This is dumb. This is when Jim Carrey was trying to be an actor." Not that I have anything against him being an actor. I enjoy a lot of his films. It's just that I hate that he was trying and talking about becoming a "real" actor.
If he was just himself and started doing roles like this, I'd enjoy it a lot more. I'd have more respect I guess. And I know that Hollywood is dumb and they typecast people and it's hard for them to get roles, but that's all the studio movies. Most independent writers and directors know diversity and what type of character a person can do well. Case and point, Adam Sandler in Punch Drunk Love. Or write your own fucking movie. If you can't, buy a script. You have the money. Direct one with yourself in it and show what you're capable of doing.
It reminded me of the Mariah Carey debacle. After Virgin dumped her, she was shopping around for a record label. That dumb bitch. I guess it's because it's the only way that she knows how to get records out or something. One, she's rich enough to start her own label and put it our herself. Two, she's popluar enough to be successful enough to afford to put her own record out. And she can't fuck over herself. But then again, it's that record label mentality. She might be thinking, "If I put it out myself, I may sell only 5 million units."
I don't understand that about those people. A band is unsuccessful because they sold only 500,000 units. That a lot. All the independent labels consider 100,000 as a fucking milestone. They aren't fucking greedy or anything. I think even Tommy Lee's stupid band, Methods of Mayhem, went gold and it was unsuccessful to him. The Motley Crue book said that before they signed to Elektra they put out their own album and sold 20,000 by word of mouth only, but they made it sound as if that wasn't that much. It's stupid. I see it as if I sold one copy to someone who loved it, I'm successful.
People are dumb anyway. A lot of people knocked the Cable Guy. Most of their reasons were that "it wasn't like Ace Ventura." That's stupid. I like Ace Ventura a lot, but Cable Guy is such a brilliant film. And it's funny as fuck. Anyone who thinks otherwise is entitled to their opinion, but have some real reasons behind that. Pick something valid.
The other thing that was on my mind was our friend Dawn, back in Omaha, is on disability and welfare because she can't work as she's dying of a liver disease. She owes $30,000 for a student loan and as a result of that they are taking her welfare away from her. Let me restate the fact that she can't work because she's dying. She is physically unable to work. Oh, yeah. And she has a kid. so there's no way for her to make a living, hence the welfare, and so they're taking it away until she pays back a fucking $30,000 loan. Pretty much, in a nutshell, they're saying, "We're fucking through with you. We don't want to help you out anymore; you're on your own." I wish I could help her out in some way.
I guess that's one of the programs that are cutback to make the huge tax cuts Bush is enforcing possible.
What's more about Dawn is that her ex-husband/boyfriend (not sure) in Georgia reported her for welfare fraud. She didn't commit welfare fraud but in order to contest that, she needs to go to Georgia and hire a lawyer. Both of which she cannot afford to (see aforementioned paragraph).
Lots of stuff been going on. My boss (not Springsteen) came up to me last night and asked if something was bothering me. He pre-empted my "letter of discontent." Anyway, we worked out everything and it's all good now.
We watched a dumb movie called the Majestic. I guess in some ways I could've enjoyed it, because I did up until a certain point. It's kind of an interesting story until, just like the beginning of the movie showed, the Hollywood parts get thrown in to the movie. The entire ending was so stupid.
I liked that Bruce Campbell was in the movie in the movie. It was funny because I was talking to Jeanne about him before hand.
Another thing that made me realize how dumb the movie was is that Jim Carrey was in it. After about 10 minutes into it I realized, "This is dumb. This is when Jim Carrey was trying to be an actor." Not that I have anything against him being an actor. I enjoy a lot of his films. It's just that I hate that he was trying and talking about becoming a "real" actor.
If he was just himself and started doing roles like this, I'd enjoy it a lot more. I'd have more respect I guess. And I know that Hollywood is dumb and they typecast people and it's hard for them to get roles, but that's all the studio movies. Most independent writers and directors know diversity and what type of character a person can do well. Case and point, Adam Sandler in Punch Drunk Love. Or write your own fucking movie. If you can't, buy a script. You have the money. Direct one with yourself in it and show what you're capable of doing.
It reminded me of the Mariah Carey debacle. After Virgin dumped her, she was shopping around for a record label. That dumb bitch. I guess it's because it's the only way that she knows how to get records out or something. One, she's rich enough to start her own label and put it our herself. Two, she's popluar enough to be successful enough to afford to put her own record out. And she can't fuck over herself. But then again, it's that record label mentality. She might be thinking, "If I put it out myself, I may sell only 5 million units."
I don't understand that about those people. A band is unsuccessful because they sold only 500,000 units. That a lot. All the independent labels consider 100,000 as a fucking milestone. They aren't fucking greedy or anything. I think even Tommy Lee's stupid band, Methods of Mayhem, went gold and it was unsuccessful to him. The Motley Crue book said that before they signed to Elektra they put out their own album and sold 20,000 by word of mouth only, but they made it sound as if that wasn't that much. It's stupid. I see it as if I sold one copy to someone who loved it, I'm successful.
People are dumb anyway. A lot of people knocked the Cable Guy. Most of their reasons were that "it wasn't like Ace Ventura." That's stupid. I like Ace Ventura a lot, but Cable Guy is such a brilliant film. And it's funny as fuck. Anyone who thinks otherwise is entitled to their opinion, but have some real reasons behind that. Pick something valid.
The other thing that was on my mind was our friend Dawn, back in Omaha, is on disability and welfare because she can't work as she's dying of a liver disease. She owes $30,000 for a student loan and as a result of that they are taking her welfare away from her. Let me restate the fact that she can't work because she's dying. She is physically unable to work. Oh, yeah. And she has a kid. so there's no way for her to make a living, hence the welfare, and so they're taking it away until she pays back a fucking $30,000 loan. Pretty much, in a nutshell, they're saying, "We're fucking through with you. We don't want to help you out anymore; you're on your own." I wish I could help her out in some way.
I guess that's one of the programs that are cutback to make the huge tax cuts Bush is enforcing possible.
What's more about Dawn is that her ex-husband/boyfriend (not sure) in Georgia reported her for welfare fraud. She didn't commit welfare fraud but in order to contest that, she needs to go to Georgia and hire a lawyer. Both of which she cannot afford to (see aforementioned paragraph).
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Oogah
We just watched Of Freaks & Men. Pretty good. It's totally a Russian Royal Tennebaums. The diversity of characters and the charcter developement itself is just like Tennebaums. There's Tony Hawk in here, also, from when he played in the Mighty Mighty Bosstones. Also, our president George Bush is in it as well.
There's these Asian kids who are siamese twins and are referred to as "freaks" throghout the film. They are singing freaks. And the way that they end up with the rest of the characters are through George Bush's porn industry.
They also go into that place in that painting with stairs coming and going in all different directions.
Anyway, it's a love story, nonetheless, in a really round a bout way.
There's this person secrectly loving this man, who dies and leaves all his financial things to his love, who is the maid but no one knows.
Then the bald pervert guy loves the Asian freaks and wants them to pose nude, but gets interrupted by their blind mother, who he sets up to be photographed nude. Then the freaks.
One of the freaks, Tolya, becomes an alcoholic and the other, Kolya, falls in love with the girl Leeza who is set up to marry Tony Hawk. Then George Bush's nanny dies and he has this epileptic fit and his gun falls out.
The freaks become this singing sensation who are just like bands nowadays. They went around performing the same song over and over again. That's the only song they know, but they attract the crowd with it all the time.
There's these Asian kids who are siamese twins and are referred to as "freaks" throghout the film. They are singing freaks. And the way that they end up with the rest of the characters are through George Bush's porn industry.
They also go into that place in that painting with stairs coming and going in all different directions.
Anyway, it's a love story, nonetheless, in a really round a bout way.
There's this person secrectly loving this man, who dies and leaves all his financial things to his love, who is the maid but no one knows.
Then the bald pervert guy loves the Asian freaks and wants them to pose nude, but gets interrupted by their blind mother, who he sets up to be photographed nude. Then the freaks.
One of the freaks, Tolya, becomes an alcoholic and the other, Kolya, falls in love with the girl Leeza who is set up to marry Tony Hawk. Then George Bush's nanny dies and he has this epileptic fit and his gun falls out.
The freaks become this singing sensation who are just like bands nowadays. They went around performing the same song over and over again. That's the only song they know, but they attract the crowd with it all the time.
Let Me See
So far I've spent close to an hour total listening to my boss talk to me about time efficiency and how cutting certain things from our daily tasks we can open up more time for emails. So that's one hour of him talking and me not responding to emails. What he's saying to me is stuff that's been talked about and understood over and over again, so it's pointless. And at the end of it all he asks, "So if you have any suggestions on how to make more time for emails, let me know."
"Sean, I've already told you my suggestions."
We had a meeting for about 45 minutes the other day about this and I suggested, and he agreed, that we need one more person here just specifically answering emails.
"Sean, I've already told you my suggestions."
We had a meeting for about 45 minutes the other day about this and I suggested, and he agreed, that we need one more person here just specifically answering emails.
Last Days
After talking on the phone with my boss for about 1/2 straight of him lecturing about getting jobs for the company and me telling him that I already told him I'm doing what I can and it's not as if I'm letting jobs go, I am writing a letter to him about my unhappiness working here. And if things don't change, I'm going to quit.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Not Again
Last night. Tired as hell, my brain can't think. My boss tells me, as I'm about to leave, to send the invoices for two of our billing clients. Irritatedly, I ask, "You want me to do it tonight?"
He says yes. I open up the database and spend 20 minutes getting the invoices together and sending them out. Done.
This morning, after his third call interrupting me since I've been in and I've been unable to brew a pot of coffee. He asks, "Brett. Can you get a couple of invoices together?"
"Which ones," I ask, knowing very well which ones he's going to ask.
"For Josephson and the Surgery Center."
"I faxed those last night."
"Both of them?"
"Yes."
"What were the prices."
I tell him.
"You should've not sent those. Sometimes...."
"Sean, you told me to send them last night. You told me to put it together and fax it. At no time did you say to put it together and let you see it before I send it."
It's as if he doesn't even remember ever saying that; like he blanked out.
Anyhow, I watched this last night. Very great! It's about two and a half hours, but the story flows really well. It takes place in Byelorussia during World War II and shows the atrocities of the Germans on them. This young boy joins the Army and is made to stay back at camp. He's sad/mad so he wanders off and meets this girl. The camp gets blown away by the Germans.
He goes back to his village and his family's gone along with the rest of the village. He goes through all these intense events. You're on the edge of you seat throughout the entire film.
The directing is amazing too. And the effects in it are incredible. Like when the camp is getting blown up over and over again by huge bombs, by the end, there's a ringing noise that gets louder and the explosions' sound die down just as if you were there a got bombed.
There's this mood dampering barn scene towards the end where they stuff all the towns people in a barn and set it on fire and shoot it.
A lot of scenes in this was drawn out and you get the real feel of actually being there and it pulls you into it so much that you feel that you're there with them.
And they robbed this guy and stole his cow.
I kept making fun of the girl in the beginning, because she looked wierd, but Jeanne said she was pretty. I said she fell off the ugly tree.
I think this movie appealed to me more because it reminded me of the Painted Bird. A book about a Polish kid sent to wander off alone in an unfriendly Eastern Europe.
He says yes. I open up the database and spend 20 minutes getting the invoices together and sending them out. Done.
This morning, after his third call interrupting me since I've been in and I've been unable to brew a pot of coffee. He asks, "Brett. Can you get a couple of invoices together?"
"Which ones," I ask, knowing very well which ones he's going to ask.
"For Josephson and the Surgery Center."
"I faxed those last night."
"Both of them?"
"Yes."
"What were the prices."
I tell him.
"You should've not sent those. Sometimes...."
"Sean, you told me to send them last night. You told me to put it together and fax it. At no time did you say to put it together and let you see it before I send it."
It's as if he doesn't even remember ever saying that; like he blanked out.
Anyhow, I watched this last night. Very great! It's about two and a half hours, but the story flows really well. It takes place in Byelorussia during World War II and shows the atrocities of the Germans on them. This young boy joins the Army and is made to stay back at camp. He's sad/mad so he wanders off and meets this girl. The camp gets blown away by the Germans.
He goes back to his village and his family's gone along with the rest of the village. He goes through all these intense events. You're on the edge of you seat throughout the entire film.
The directing is amazing too. And the effects in it are incredible. Like when the camp is getting blown up over and over again by huge bombs, by the end, there's a ringing noise that gets louder and the explosions' sound die down just as if you were there a got bombed.
There's this mood dampering barn scene towards the end where they stuff all the towns people in a barn and set it on fire and shoot it.
A lot of scenes in this was drawn out and you get the real feel of actually being there and it pulls you into it so much that you feel that you're there with them.
And they robbed this guy and stole his cow.
I kept making fun of the girl in the beginning, because she looked wierd, but Jeanne said she was pretty. I said she fell off the ugly tree.
I think this movie appealed to me more because it reminded me of the Painted Bird. A book about a Polish kid sent to wander off alone in an unfriendly Eastern Europe.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
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So earlier I think I was talking about my space being invaded. All right, one of the things that I had out was for settling I had to do later. While cleaning up my "mess" as he calls it, he put that away. I spent about 15 minutes looking for it around here and he told me he put it away. Which away mean it's in his office which is locked when he's not here.
Old People Suck!
I just got off the phone with a stupid fucking old man and the call lasted five minutes because he talks so slow. The whole thing was because his reservation was put in at 5:30 am when it should've been PM. The job is for next week and he's going by the confirmation we sent him which we say, "Look it over and make sure everything is correct. If it is, print it out, sign it, and fax it back to confirm."
The reason we do it is because of that. Sometimes we get the wrong information, or put in the wrong information, it's just to be sure that everything's okay before the service happens. So I don't know why he's upset. It's a fucking honest mistake on someone's part, but it's taken care of.
But speaking of that, this happened twice within a week, once being yesterday. We got a call from a guy for his pick-up at the airport. I looked and said we have him scheduled for tomorrow (being today). He got all mad. I looked up his signed confirmation and he didn't even look at it, because it said, very clearly, "Thursday, October 13, 2005." If he followed procedures, he would've been met.
The reason we do it is because of that. Sometimes we get the wrong information, or put in the wrong information, it's just to be sure that everything's okay before the service happens. So I don't know why he's upset. It's a fucking honest mistake on someone's part, but it's taken care of.
But speaking of that, this happened twice within a week, once being yesterday. We got a call from a guy for his pick-up at the airport. I looked and said we have him scheduled for tomorrow (being today). He got all mad. I looked up his signed confirmation and he didn't even look at it, because it said, very clearly, "Thursday, October 13, 2005." If he followed procedures, he would've been met.
Old People Suck!
I just got off the phone with a stupid fucking old man and the call lasted five minutes because he talks so slow. The whole thing was because his reservation was put in at 5:30 am when it should've been PM. The job is for next week and he's going by the confirmation we sent him which we say, "Look it over and make sure everything is correct. If it is, print it out, sign it, and fax it back to confirm."
The reason we do it is because of that. Sometimes we get the wrong information, or put in the wrong information, it's just to be sure that everything's okay before the service happens. So I don't know why he's upset. It's a fucking honest mistake on someone's part, but it's taken care of.
But speaking of that, this happened twice within a week, once being yesterday. We got a call from a guy for his pick-up at the airport. I looked and said we have him scheduled for tomorrow (being today). He got all mad. I looked up his signed confirmation and he didn't even look at it, because it said, very clearly, "Thursday, October 13, 2005." If he followed procedures, he would've been met.
The reason we do it is because of that. Sometimes we get the wrong information, or put in the wrong information, it's just to be sure that everything's okay before the service happens. So I don't know why he's upset. It's a fucking honest mistake on someone's part, but it's taken care of.
But speaking of that, this happened twice within a week, once being yesterday. We got a call from a guy for his pick-up at the airport. I looked and said we have him scheduled for tomorrow (being today). He got all mad. I looked up his signed confirmation and he didn't even look at it, because it said, very clearly, "Thursday, October 13, 2005." If he followed procedures, he would've been met.
Take No Shit Day II
All right, I've started being really short with the boss. I can't take him. He keeps coming in and interrupting me and making me mess up all over. Telling me, "You should put this here..."
I tell him that that's how I work and I'm using that now and it's just relentless. So he's trying to organize all my shit, all the while it's actually disorganizing me all throwing me all askew. I can't work like that. It's too over-bearing.
Also, I'm tired of people bitching about rates. Like, "There's no way I'm paying 20% gratuity. I don't tip that anywhere." Well, for one, you're an asshole. I hate people who think tipping through too much. I'm not rich, but when I tip I'll tip more than enough. Example: I tip generally 20% because I know that they depend on the tips to get by; it's their pay. Sometimes they have to split between hostesses and cooks and others, so on top of that, they don't even get the full amount. But say 20% comes out to $8, a lot of people will tip exactly that. How the fuck is paying $2 more, making it $10 even, going to hurt you? Don't be so fucking cheap.
Secondly, the industry standard for gratuity for limousines is 20%. I told him to call around, they're all the same if they're a certified legal company, that's the rate. Illegal operators are the ones that can afford to do cheap runs, because they don't pay the right taxes and fees that we do.
That's the type of people I'm dealing with today. Fuck them. I started telling them, "if they don't like the rate, don't use us" with authority.
I tell him that that's how I work and I'm using that now and it's just relentless. So he's trying to organize all my shit, all the while it's actually disorganizing me all throwing me all askew. I can't work like that. It's too over-bearing.
Also, I'm tired of people bitching about rates. Like, "There's no way I'm paying 20% gratuity. I don't tip that anywhere." Well, for one, you're an asshole. I hate people who think tipping through too much. I'm not rich, but when I tip I'll tip more than enough. Example: I tip generally 20% because I know that they depend on the tips to get by; it's their pay. Sometimes they have to split between hostesses and cooks and others, so on top of that, they don't even get the full amount. But say 20% comes out to $8, a lot of people will tip exactly that. How the fuck is paying $2 more, making it $10 even, going to hurt you? Don't be so fucking cheap.
Secondly, the industry standard for gratuity for limousines is 20%. I told him to call around, they're all the same if they're a certified legal company, that's the rate. Illegal operators are the ones that can afford to do cheap runs, because they don't pay the right taxes and fees that we do.
That's the type of people I'm dealing with today. Fuck them. I started telling them, "if they don't like the rate, don't use us" with authority.
Ordering
I've had this thing during this past summer that when ordering things online, several places from which I ordered stuff from with "Express Mail" came within two weeks. That's stupid. If it takes that long, shouldn't I get my money back?
This time I did not order two-day delivery. I did, however, order it last Thursday and still have yet to receive it. I emailed them yesterday asking about it - and the reason I ask and am concerned is that this record company, SST, is located in Long Beach. I live in Los Angeles. We're in the same fucking county. I checked my bank statement and the charges went through yesterday. So it took them just under a week to put my order through. Does that mean that they didn't receive it until yesterday? What if I did do two-day mail? Does it mean that I'd receive it tomorrow?
My boss here is very paranoid. I think that he must've got fucked over big time before, else he's just avoiding things. Well his paranoia costs him a lot of money and a lot of time. First of all, this office in is a condo in a gated community. So although it's not unlikely, it's fairly rare that someone would break into this place. Well, he has and alarm system set up to accompany the deadbolt. Not that the alarm is a bad idea; it's practical. The thing that puzzles me is that he changes the security code every couple of weeks. If anyone breaks in..., it's not like computers. I understand why he changes (although I find it unneccessary to do it as often as he does) passwords for our emails and credit card site and other webpages our company uses, but a security code in this apartment in a gated community does not need to be changed every two-weeks. Oh, and he has a video surveillance system. Really, he does.
Secondly, he has this thing about not wanting to leave the insurance cards in our cars. Reason is that he doesn't want the drivers to take it out or if someone breaks into the car, he doesn't want them to take it. That's stupid. One of our drivers is doing a job down in San Diego and gets pulled over. He doesn't have proof of insurance, so he gets ticketed. As a result of not having the proof of insurance, he has to show that he was insured and someone needs to go down to San Diego to take care of it. Or pay a ticket.
Sometimes he changes passwords so often that he forgets what the current password is. Which is fine by me, I don't have to do work. But he has to pay me to sit around and not do anything.
The list goes on and on. Even being secretive about scheduling, or does this girl who just quit have my number or Jeanne's number. He's so concerned that we're going to keep contact and give her information about our company and leak it out into the state of California. Seriously. She's fucking like 19 years old just starting college. She's got way more important stuff to do than waste her time destroying a small-time limo company.
Ack! I got to go. Better start doing something before Inspector Cluseau comes in.
This time I did not order two-day delivery. I did, however, order it last Thursday and still have yet to receive it. I emailed them yesterday asking about it - and the reason I ask and am concerned is that this record company, SST, is located in Long Beach. I live in Los Angeles. We're in the same fucking county. I checked my bank statement and the charges went through yesterday. So it took them just under a week to put my order through. Does that mean that they didn't receive it until yesterday? What if I did do two-day mail? Does it mean that I'd receive it tomorrow?
My boss here is very paranoid. I think that he must've got fucked over big time before, else he's just avoiding things. Well his paranoia costs him a lot of money and a lot of time. First of all, this office in is a condo in a gated community. So although it's not unlikely, it's fairly rare that someone would break into this place. Well, he has and alarm system set up to accompany the deadbolt. Not that the alarm is a bad idea; it's practical. The thing that puzzles me is that he changes the security code every couple of weeks. If anyone breaks in..., it's not like computers. I understand why he changes (although I find it unneccessary to do it as often as he does) passwords for our emails and credit card site and other webpages our company uses, but a security code in this apartment in a gated community does not need to be changed every two-weeks. Oh, and he has a video surveillance system. Really, he does.
Secondly, he has this thing about not wanting to leave the insurance cards in our cars. Reason is that he doesn't want the drivers to take it out or if someone breaks into the car, he doesn't want them to take it. That's stupid. One of our drivers is doing a job down in San Diego and gets pulled over. He doesn't have proof of insurance, so he gets ticketed. As a result of not having the proof of insurance, he has to show that he was insured and someone needs to go down to San Diego to take care of it. Or pay a ticket.
Sometimes he changes passwords so often that he forgets what the current password is. Which is fine by me, I don't have to do work. But he has to pay me to sit around and not do anything.
The list goes on and on. Even being secretive about scheduling, or does this girl who just quit have my number or Jeanne's number. He's so concerned that we're going to keep contact and give her information about our company and leak it out into the state of California. Seriously. She's fucking like 19 years old just starting college. She's got way more important stuff to do than waste her time destroying a small-time limo company.
Ack! I got to go. Better start doing something before Inspector Cluseau comes in.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
I'll Drink to That...
I've figured out a cool remedy. I've decided that I won't drink everynight, or just a drink. But I've discovered today that a stiff CapeCod on my break helps the latter part of the day go really well.
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Oh My!
I went to bed very early last night. 11:30pm. Hooray. I got a hold of Mike today, via email. He had the wrong phone number for me. My bicycle is still broken. I've taken note recently on how shitty my luck in LA is; even though Jeff had warned me time and time again. Oh, well. I think I needed to come back here to realize things like: Never move back to LA ever again!!!!
It's also reaffirming my belief in needing to get my ass in gear and start a career. I've been talking about doing so many things for so long and not doing it. It's time I do. I'm almost 28 and need to do something. I'm tired of working for others. I need to do something for myself.
Ideally I would like to just go to school and finish it without working, or at least not that much.
I glanced through an issue of Rollingstone that just came and I know I'll have some laughs. I hate fucking Mick Jagger. That guy! Speaking of, I watched Gimme Shelter the other night. I dont' think I'd ever watch it again, but it was all right for one viewing. I just thought of the Cable Guy the whole time. "We need an ambulance to the scaffold..."
It's also reaffirming my belief in needing to get my ass in gear and start a career. I've been talking about doing so many things for so long and not doing it. It's time I do. I'm almost 28 and need to do something. I'm tired of working for others. I need to do something for myself.
Ideally I would like to just go to school and finish it without working, or at least not that much.
I glanced through an issue of Rollingstone that just came and I know I'll have some laughs. I hate fucking Mick Jagger. That guy! Speaking of, I watched Gimme Shelter the other night. I dont' think I'd ever watch it again, but it was all right for one viewing. I just thought of the Cable Guy the whole time. "We need an ambulance to the scaffold..."
Infinite Jest
I've recently been thinking of actually doing my own Books on MiniDisc for Andy that I had told him I'd do for him. I was going to do Infinite Jest, seriously. So upon thinking about that, I realized that upon moving to Cali I had lost my MiniDisc player remote with the radio tuner on it and my microphone.
D'oh!
D'oh!
Black Flag Live
I saw this last night. It's not that great. The only reason for watching it is because after listening to Get In The Van over and over a million times, you become interested in what a Black Flag show back then entailled. Unfortunately it wasn't recorded to well.
Not only that, there wasn't the usual Black Flag shit going on which he mentions in it. "Thank you for listening to us. We're used to mugs being thrown on stage. Spit. Blood. It means a lot to us."
The best thing about this is at the very end during "Rat Eyes," Kira's smiling and mouthing something throughout the song. After the song's done, Henry turns around and says, "This next song" and gets interrupted by Kira smiling and telling him something and pointing to the crowd and Henry says, "I guess that's it."
Then he looks back in the crowd and says, "Make fun of me as much as you want. I don't care. I'm my own person. I do what I want and I'm secure with that, so you're just making fun of yourself."
He also opens the set reading some Henry Miller.
Not only that, there wasn't the usual Black Flag shit going on which he mentions in it. "Thank you for listening to us. We're used to mugs being thrown on stage. Spit. Blood. It means a lot to us."
The best thing about this is at the very end during "Rat Eyes," Kira's smiling and mouthing something throughout the song. After the song's done, Henry turns around and says, "This next song" and gets interrupted by Kira smiling and telling him something and pointing to the crowd and Henry says, "I guess that's it."
Then he looks back in the crowd and says, "Make fun of me as much as you want. I don't care. I'm my own person. I do what I want and I'm secure with that, so you're just making fun of yourself."
He also opens the set reading some Henry Miller.
Monday, October 10, 2005
...somewhere further down the road.
I almost forgot, I went to church with Jeanne the other day, because we promised some people we would. It was kind of fun except the main meeting where I fall asleep, always.
Anyway, it was jokes all around. One of which was we were in this room and on the opposite side of the room from where the door is was a sign that read: "Turn off heater. Put chairs away..." One of those reminder things. I pointed it out to Jeanne and laughed and said, "Why the hell do they put that there? Is there one by the door saying, 'Turn around and make sure the list is done'?" As I said this, we turned to the door and noticed the same sign there as well and started laughing. Touche! Church: 1, Brett: 0.
One positive thing that turned out is I drew a picture called "Rollins Van." It's a van stating that and the front is Henry Rollins singing into a microphone. I wish I could post it on here. Maybe I will later.
Anyway, it was jokes all around. One of which was we were in this room and on the opposite side of the room from where the door is was a sign that read: "Turn off heater. Put chairs away..." One of those reminder things. I pointed it out to Jeanne and laughed and said, "Why the hell do they put that there? Is there one by the door saying, 'Turn around and make sure the list is done'?" As I said this, we turned to the door and noticed the same sign there as well and started laughing. Touche! Church: 1, Brett: 0.
One positive thing that turned out is I drew a picture called "Rollins Van." It's a van stating that and the front is Henry Rollins singing into a microphone. I wish I could post it on here. Maybe I will later.
"And I'm Proud to be an American..."
Jukebox: David Cross - It's Not Funny
Wow! What a weekend. As I left work on Saturday I got on my bicycle and then thought, "Should I go back inside and get my bike pump?" Then thought, "Nah. I'm not going to need it." So I rode. Since I just mentioned the pump thing I'll bet you already no where this is going. Tonight's ride was especially special because Sean offered me a ride to where I was riding to, which was not home. It was even further than that, as my car was fixed and I had to go and pick it up. I was thinking, "Yeah. This will be a good 10 mile bike ride."
So I'm en route to said destination and then about 1/2 mile into it, on Westchester Parkway, I start wobbling and a stop. I grab my front tire and wiggle it and it's sturdy, so I look at the back one and it's completely flat. I looked for a punture but nothing. I still have not checked it. So I walk my bike home and then proceed to walk to the car. Longest trek ever, and I left my minidisc player at work, yet another thing I thought about before I left. On top of that, I was planning on bringing my MD player home, because I wanted to audio record the Henry Rollins DVD.
I take the long walk which, by halfway there, I get weak from hunger and I need to pee. The area where I'm picking the car from is pretty dark, desolate, and could be a bit dangerous at this time of night, I should add to get a bit more sympathy. To make a long story short, I picked up my car.
I watched a bunch of stuff this weekend, as that is all I ever do now days. One of which was this. This was really great. Most of the material is on the CD I have and his delivery on the CD is far greater than this DVD. It's still good, though. It's funny because when Henry's talking, his stance is just like when he's performing in Rollins Band. It's kind of wierd to see. Highly recommended for anyone to see, but you should definitely get the CD.
Oh, shit. I got to go. I'll post something later. Boss (not Springsteen) is coming in soon.
Wow! What a weekend. As I left work on Saturday I got on my bicycle and then thought, "Should I go back inside and get my bike pump?" Then thought, "Nah. I'm not going to need it." So I rode. Since I just mentioned the pump thing I'll bet you already no where this is going. Tonight's ride was especially special because Sean offered me a ride to where I was riding to, which was not home. It was even further than that, as my car was fixed and I had to go and pick it up. I was thinking, "Yeah. This will be a good 10 mile bike ride."
So I'm en route to said destination and then about 1/2 mile into it, on Westchester Parkway, I start wobbling and a stop. I grab my front tire and wiggle it and it's sturdy, so I look at the back one and it's completely flat. I looked for a punture but nothing. I still have not checked it. So I walk my bike home and then proceed to walk to the car. Longest trek ever, and I left my minidisc player at work, yet another thing I thought about before I left. On top of that, I was planning on bringing my MD player home, because I wanted to audio record the Henry Rollins DVD.
I take the long walk which, by halfway there, I get weak from hunger and I need to pee. The area where I'm picking the car from is pretty dark, desolate, and could be a bit dangerous at this time of night, I should add to get a bit more sympathy. To make a long story short, I picked up my car.
I watched a bunch of stuff this weekend, as that is all I ever do now days. One of which was this. This was really great. Most of the material is on the CD I have and his delivery on the CD is far greater than this DVD. It's still good, though. It's funny because when Henry's talking, his stance is just like when he's performing in Rollins Band. It's kind of wierd to see. Highly recommended for anyone to see, but you should definitely get the CD.
Oh, shit. I got to go. I'll post something later. Boss (not Springsteen) is coming in soon.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Traffic
I haven't been able listen to music here at work. I've tried on numerous occassions, but to no avail. I have to listen to NPR or spoken word or something of the like. I think it's because of my situation here which is working by myself or with other people in other rooms, so I don't have a constant person to talk to besides the phone or intercom. I just need some conversation, albeit one-sided conversation as the case is, to stimulate my brain or something.
In really great news, today hasn't been that bad being a Saturday. Saturday's used to be really chill days here. You come in and answer a few emails and some phone calls, & drink coffee, surf the internet, and listen to music. Then the past few Saturdays has been extremely busy with jobs, phone calls, overload of jobs so I end up having to drive some of them. It was just ridiculous.
Today started off like that, but the past few hours has been very chill. I took an order, answered emails, and barely had phone calls.
Tonight, I've got Henry Rollins' Shock & Awe waiting for us tonight when I get home. I really would like to go to the Fireside, which is a local bar down the street, but I don't have spare cash.
Where the fuck are my records? I ordered them on Wednesday and it's being shipped from Long Beach. How long does it take? Argh!!!!
I've got this low-rent entertainment system going on here at work. It consists of a boombox & a mini-disc recorder hooked up to this small, cheap plug & play computer speaker. They all work fine, though; I'm not complaining.
I started on a list earlier today about phone etiquette because of calls I was getting at that time and from the days of yore. I decided not to post it, so I saved it to my desktop. I'm probably going to post it the next time I'm in a situation where I'm busy and am dealing with morons.
I hope that I can leave soon.
Look, we put a man on the moon.
I've been dealing with this asshole and I'm hoping that he complains to me on Monday and asks for a refund or discount, because I've got shit on him that won't fly. I'm also placing a note on his account to not service him anymore.
In really great news, today hasn't been that bad being a Saturday. Saturday's used to be really chill days here. You come in and answer a few emails and some phone calls, & drink coffee, surf the internet, and listen to music. Then the past few Saturdays has been extremely busy with jobs, phone calls, overload of jobs so I end up having to drive some of them. It was just ridiculous.
Today started off like that, but the past few hours has been very chill. I took an order, answered emails, and barely had phone calls.
Tonight, I've got Henry Rollins' Shock & Awe waiting for us tonight when I get home. I really would like to go to the Fireside, which is a local bar down the street, but I don't have spare cash.
Where the fuck are my records? I ordered them on Wednesday and it's being shipped from Long Beach. How long does it take? Argh!!!!
I've got this low-rent entertainment system going on here at work. It consists of a boombox & a mini-disc recorder hooked up to this small, cheap plug & play computer speaker. They all work fine, though; I'm not complaining.
I started on a list earlier today about phone etiquette because of calls I was getting at that time and from the days of yore. I decided not to post it, so I saved it to my desktop. I'm probably going to post it the next time I'm in a situation where I'm busy and am dealing with morons.
I hope that I can leave soon.
Look, we put a man on the moon.
I've been dealing with this asshole and I'm hoping that he complains to me on Monday and asks for a refund or discount, because I've got shit on him that won't fly. I'm also placing a note on his account to not service him anymore.
Oh, Darn!
We watched Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears & the Bicycle Thief last night.
The Moscow one is a great film that 2 1/2 hours long, but it's a really great story and Jeanne explained to me different things about Russia at those times and why it was important in the film.
The Bicycle Thief is an awesome one, too. I saw that one in film class a few years ago and it still makes me laugh. It's like post-war Pee-Wee's Big Adventure. If you can't find humor in a film that a guy in post-war, poverty-stricken Italy where a lot of people are unemployed and this guy gets a job that requires a bike. I guess for transportation, even though there are street cars and he puts up posters. One day while putting up a poster a kid runs up and grabs his bike. Hence, the Bicycle Thief.
So he spends the rest of the movie looking for it with his son and friends and just everything wrong happens to him; it's just snowballing. Then at the end he decides to steal a bike and gets caught and chastised for it and then walks off with his son all sad.
I don't know, but I think it's very funny. I've experience many things like that, including our move to Los Angeles.
The Moscow one is a great film that 2 1/2 hours long, but it's a really great story and Jeanne explained to me different things about Russia at those times and why it was important in the film.
The Bicycle Thief is an awesome one, too. I saw that one in film class a few years ago and it still makes me laugh. It's like post-war Pee-Wee's Big Adventure. If you can't find humor in a film that a guy in post-war, poverty-stricken Italy where a lot of people are unemployed and this guy gets a job that requires a bike. I guess for transportation, even though there are street cars and he puts up posters. One day while putting up a poster a kid runs up and grabs his bike. Hence, the Bicycle Thief.
So he spends the rest of the movie looking for it with his son and friends and just everything wrong happens to him; it's just snowballing. Then at the end he decides to steal a bike and gets caught and chastised for it and then walks off with his son all sad.
I don't know, but I think it's very funny. I've experience many things like that, including our move to Los Angeles.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Blah!
"They said we sucked and told us to go home. We played our asses off. We didn't go home."
-Henry Rollins
-Henry Rollins
Ten Commandments
Jukebox: Fresh Air
I'm currently listening to a Fresh Air segment from a while back. The news is talking about the "10 commandments" thing in public places. It just reminded me of a while back there was a "10 commandment" thing in a park in a small town in Nebraska. I forget the guy's name, but he was an athiest. The town was all in an uproar.
He admitted in print that he didn't care about the monument at all. It was there and he respected it and didn't say anything about it. The only reason he did start his whole thing was because of everything happenning in our nation at that time the Conservative/Fundamentalist-Republicans were throwing their religious beliefs all over the constitution and all that shit. Because of their fucking shovelling all that down peoples' throats and slowly erasing that now fine-line between separation of church and state. Because they want to force their beliefs on an American public he decided it was time for him to take action.
So they pretty much brought this upon themselves. Wasting all this stupid time and nonsense. At least he's not L. Ron Hubbard.
Speaking of that church and state thing, I was reading the 800 page obituary piece the LA Times had for Renquist. Renquist's thing on that was that Jefferson had a different meaning for "separation of church & state." His meaning was something that I can't remember, but remember it being stupid. The LA Times might've been out of context, but you can find the info online.
I'm currently listening to a Fresh Air segment from a while back. The news is talking about the "10 commandments" thing in public places. It just reminded me of a while back there was a "10 commandment" thing in a park in a small town in Nebraska. I forget the guy's name, but he was an athiest. The town was all in an uproar.
He admitted in print that he didn't care about the monument at all. It was there and he respected it and didn't say anything about it. The only reason he did start his whole thing was because of everything happenning in our nation at that time the Conservative/Fundamentalist-Republicans were throwing their religious beliefs all over the constitution and all that shit. Because of their fucking shovelling all that down peoples' throats and slowly erasing that now fine-line between separation of church and state. Because they want to force their beliefs on an American public he decided it was time for him to take action.
So they pretty much brought this upon themselves. Wasting all this stupid time and nonsense. At least he's not L. Ron Hubbard.
Speaking of that church and state thing, I was reading the 800 page obituary piece the LA Times had for Renquist. Renquist's thing on that was that Jefferson had a different meaning for "separation of church & state." His meaning was something that I can't remember, but remember it being stupid. The LA Times might've been out of context, but you can find the info online.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Circus
So ontop of that landscaping guy, we've got these screaming kids at the pool right behind my desk and fucking Tim Allen outside sawing away non-stop.
argh!!!
Person requesting rate while I have another call (after taking her general info):
"Can I get your name and number and call you back?"
"Why?"
"Because I have another line right now. Unless you want to hold for I don't know how long?"
Who cares what the reason is? It has been said that I need to call her back. There is obviously some reason I can't help her at the moment.
"Can I get your name and number and call you back?"
"Why?"
"Because I have another line right now. Unless you want to hold for I don't know how long?"
Who cares what the reason is? It has been said that I need to call her back. There is obviously some reason I can't help her at the moment.
Hotu-Dogu!!!
Damn. It's been so hot these past couple of days. It's like a desert out here (elbow). On my break yesterday I rode my bike to the bank and just going down the street I was dehydrated and my throat was all dried up. It sucked.
Today is equally hot. No humidity, though. I don't know what is the cause of all this. I haven't had the chance to read the paper in the past couple of days. There was a fire in the Valley.
I ordered three records last night. Super stoked on that! I think we're getting movies tonight. Next on the list we've got:
Moscow Does Not Believe In Tears & The Bicycle Thief. I've seen the Bicycle Thief before and it's funny as hell. It's not a comedy, as you can tell being an Italian film from the '40's, but if you watch it you will see.
I bet it's not as funny as the Bicycle Clown.
That damn leaf-blower (the most worthless invention ever) guy is back. I hate this guy. It's so loud, for one thing, so I have to close the door taking away my breeze. Secondly, after he leaves I open it and he comes back. He does this four or five times. The area he blows is not that big, it's a pool area.
Today is equally hot. No humidity, though. I don't know what is the cause of all this. I haven't had the chance to read the paper in the past couple of days. There was a fire in the Valley.
I ordered three records last night. Super stoked on that! I think we're getting movies tonight. Next on the list we've got:
Moscow Does Not Believe In Tears & The Bicycle Thief. I've seen the Bicycle Thief before and it's funny as hell. It's not a comedy, as you can tell being an Italian film from the '40's, but if you watch it you will see.
I bet it's not as funny as the Bicycle Clown.
That damn leaf-blower (the most worthless invention ever) guy is back. I hate this guy. It's so loud, for one thing, so I have to close the door taking away my breeze. Secondly, after he leaves I open it and he comes back. He does this four or five times. The area he blows is not that big, it's a pool area.
Take No Shit Day
Today started off with something that happened all day yesterday. First off, this guy on the line is all having an attitude saying, "What's your guys' problem? You said you guys would send me a fax yesterday and you didn't!"
"I did send you the fax [repeat number], and it went through. If you don't have it I can send it again." Because you know if you send something and they don't get it, of course it's your fault.
"I can fax it right now while I have you on the line."
"Yeah, do that."
I do and it starts ringing. I pick up and tell him it's ringing. He says it is, in fact, ringing, but it's not printing out yet. I feel like thanking him for his wonderful insight into the functions of a fax machine. Then he says, "It's usually not this slow. It was working fine yesterday." He had to throw that in to make it still seem like it's our fault he didn't receive it.
Well, back to the initial problem. I brought him up because it was the immediate thing that was going on. Also, he called Sean before I got in and was told to call back. He called when I got in while I was on the other line. So the thing yesterday was that at least four people who were told that we'd call them back called back no more than one minute later. This ruins it all because of the obvious reasons that we can't help them at the moment because of something. It's like those people who call and you don't answer and they get the voicemail and they don't leave a message and they call right back.
"I did send you the fax [repeat number], and it went through. If you don't have it I can send it again." Because you know if you send something and they don't get it, of course it's your fault.
"I can fax it right now while I have you on the line."
"Yeah, do that."
I do and it starts ringing. I pick up and tell him it's ringing. He says it is, in fact, ringing, but it's not printing out yet. I feel like thanking him for his wonderful insight into the functions of a fax machine. Then he says, "It's usually not this slow. It was working fine yesterday." He had to throw that in to make it still seem like it's our fault he didn't receive it.
Well, back to the initial problem. I brought him up because it was the immediate thing that was going on. Also, he called Sean before I got in and was told to call back. He called when I got in while I was on the other line. So the thing yesterday was that at least four people who were told that we'd call them back called back no more than one minute later. This ruins it all because of the obvious reasons that we can't help them at the moment because of something. It's like those people who call and you don't answer and they get the voicemail and they don't leave a message and they call right back.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Has anyone seen this? What is he a king? It's so ugly & pointless. It already sold out all the units, too. "Man, if I were rich, I would make a building made of solid gold with chariots of silver carried by pixies."
Thank Christ!
Our internet is doing really great right now. If you don't mind waiting 10 minutes for a page to come up, we've got the best connection.
I downloaded a transcript of the State of the Union Address that Bush made in January of 2002.
Among other things in it that was stupid and made no sense, I couldn't help but laugh at one thing he said which was about the huge tax relief he was enacting. "A family of four making $40,000 a year would not be paying $1,1[??], but $45 in taxes..."
First of all, I know that this is years ago and I'm just commenting on this now, but it sort of does have something to do with now because of Arnold Schwarzenneger's veto against the minimum wage thing in California. Amongst other things he's been fucking up on recently.
The minimum wage in California right now is $6.75/hr. The bill wouldn've made it $.50 more and at a later date, which I think was the beginning of next year, raise it another $.50, then for the rest of time it would raise with inflation. Seems decent enough considering the recent studies showed that people making minimum wage here in California, one of the most expensive places to live, aren't making enough to live. As far as I'm concerned, minimum wage should be the bare minimum that you can pay someone, but that they, working full-time, should be able to support themselves, at least, comfortably.
That being said, no family of four can survive anywhere on $40,000 a year. I know there are some like that and they do survive somehow. But I also know that they don't have cars, or health care, dental, all those essentials. I think they have cable, though. I don't even have cable. Anyway, even if they are surviving, why the fuck are you going to tax them the $45? Give them a break, they've got it hard enough.
So one of the other things Arnold's doing that's dumb is publicly being all for same-sex marriage to get that crowd. But then he signed the bill vetoing it, thus negating anything he said to support that. He's trying to please everybody by deceiving them.
Did I mention that I can't stand people who expect things for free, but they disguise it, or try to, as "courtesy" or "complimentary"? When I worked at fast food we charged for a cup for water. Unless you bought food, then we give it to you. But then people come in and ask for a "courtesy" cup for water. "Oh, shit. Yeah, no problem. You got me on the polite law."
The reason I brought this up is because some girl is requesting a limo and requested a "complimentry bar with Smirnoff & Bud Light. Flowers, Balloons..." all this fucking shit "complimentary." Who the fuck is she to tell us what is "complimentary" or not? She could ask us what is complimentary or whatever not just demand all these free things. I'm surprised she doesn't ask for like a solid gold limo with platinum seats or something.
I downloaded a transcript of the State of the Union Address that Bush made in January of 2002.
Among other things in it that was stupid and made no sense, I couldn't help but laugh at one thing he said which was about the huge tax relief he was enacting. "A family of four making $40,000 a year would not be paying $1,1[??], but $45 in taxes..."
First of all, I know that this is years ago and I'm just commenting on this now, but it sort of does have something to do with now because of Arnold Schwarzenneger's veto against the minimum wage thing in California. Amongst other things he's been fucking up on recently.
The minimum wage in California right now is $6.75/hr. The bill wouldn've made it $.50 more and at a later date, which I think was the beginning of next year, raise it another $.50, then for the rest of time it would raise with inflation. Seems decent enough considering the recent studies showed that people making minimum wage here in California, one of the most expensive places to live, aren't making enough to live. As far as I'm concerned, minimum wage should be the bare minimum that you can pay someone, but that they, working full-time, should be able to support themselves, at least, comfortably.
That being said, no family of four can survive anywhere on $40,000 a year. I know there are some like that and they do survive somehow. But I also know that they don't have cars, or health care, dental, all those essentials. I think they have cable, though. I don't even have cable. Anyway, even if they are surviving, why the fuck are you going to tax them the $45? Give them a break, they've got it hard enough.
So one of the other things Arnold's doing that's dumb is publicly being all for same-sex marriage to get that crowd. But then he signed the bill vetoing it, thus negating anything he said to support that. He's trying to please everybody by deceiving them.
Did I mention that I can't stand people who expect things for free, but they disguise it, or try to, as "courtesy" or "complimentary"? When I worked at fast food we charged for a cup for water. Unless you bought food, then we give it to you. But then people come in and ask for a "courtesy" cup for water. "Oh, shit. Yeah, no problem. You got me on the polite law."
The reason I brought this up is because some girl is requesting a limo and requested a "complimentry bar with Smirnoff & Bud Light. Flowers, Balloons..." all this fucking shit "complimentary." Who the fuck is she to tell us what is "complimentary" or not? She could ask us what is complimentary or whatever not just demand all these free things. I'm surprised she doesn't ask for like a solid gold limo with platinum seats or something.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Added to That...
This fucking assclown plays Van Dyke Parks. His character had this fucking bushy goatee/mustache thing with glasses. Van Dyke at that time had no facial hair. No pictures of him did he have facial hair. Nor was he blonde.
You know?
I was watching this last night, because I found it on a tape I had. I forgot how bad this movie is. I should have known because it's a TV movie, an ABC one at that, but John Stamos produced it and he knew them and was a fan so you'd think he'd make sure justice was served.
This movie is the biggest piece of shit ever. Not only are things wrong left and right, but the way that they bring things into the movie is so lame and un-clever that it's really uncomfortable and uneasy to watch. Although I bet that Mike Love liked this movies a lot, because it makes it seem as if he is the main guy in the band. Like the guy keeping the band together and the band's progression is all his deal.
The guy playing Murray is great, but some of his scenes are stupid like when David Marks leaves the band. Which wasn't how he left the band. Also Mike Love's portrayer does it pretty well also. Brian Wilson's guy looks nothing like him. They might as well have casted a retarded black girl to play him. Dennis was made to be a dork that couldn't pull off being cool at all. Oh, yeah. Mike Love surfs in this movie.
This movie is the biggest piece of shit ever. Not only are things wrong left and right, but the way that they bring things into the movie is so lame and un-clever that it's really uncomfortable and uneasy to watch. Although I bet that Mike Love liked this movies a lot, because it makes it seem as if he is the main guy in the band. Like the guy keeping the band together and the band's progression is all his deal.
The guy playing Murray is great, but some of his scenes are stupid like when David Marks leaves the band. Which wasn't how he left the band. Also Mike Love's portrayer does it pretty well also. Brian Wilson's guy looks nothing like him. They might as well have casted a retarded black girl to play him. Dennis was made to be a dork that couldn't pull off being cool at all. Oh, yeah. Mike Love surfs in this movie.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Hey.
I watched this this weekend. Really great movie. This, to me, is the first film to have that sort of chummy, joking, seriously cool on-screen chemistry like Brad Pitt & George Clooney in Ocean's Eleven.
Speaking of, Brad Pitt acts just like Robert Redford and looks just like him. Which is funny, because they were in a movie together called Spy Game.
I had more to talk about but I'm all busy now, so maybe I'll chime back in later.
Peace.
Need more bad coffee.
Speaking of, Brad Pitt acts just like Robert Redford and looks just like him. Which is funny, because they were in a movie together called Spy Game.
I had more to talk about but I'm all busy now, so maybe I'll chime back in later.
Peace.
Need more bad coffee.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Back
Jukebox: Henry Rollins - Talk Is Cheap, vol. 1, disc 1
I don't know if the reason for outside being so ugly is because it's LA or because of the fires in the Valley. I just got back from taking my passengers from LA to Downtown on the miraculously traffic-free LA interstates. It's not that there's no traffic at all. It's just that the directions I was going was traffic free. Awesome.
My passengers spoke very little English, being that they're from Milan. The only thing I got from them was while we were approaching downtown passing the Staples Center he asked if that's where the Clippers play. I told him yeah, and I was surprised that he didn't ask about the Lakers, because no one cares about the Clippers.
I parked the car and was walking into the office and on the way in, including me, there were three Asians walking to the entrance. It was pretty funny. I couldn't stop smiling.
So I'm back in the office. I'm sitting on the desk blogging. I just looked up. What the fuck am I doing?
I don't know if the reason for outside being so ugly is because it's LA or because of the fires in the Valley. I just got back from taking my passengers from LA to Downtown on the miraculously traffic-free LA interstates. It's not that there's no traffic at all. It's just that the directions I was going was traffic free. Awesome.
My passengers spoke very little English, being that they're from Milan. The only thing I got from them was while we were approaching downtown passing the Staples Center he asked if that's where the Clippers play. I told him yeah, and I was surprised that he didn't ask about the Lakers, because no one cares about the Clippers.
I parked the car and was walking into the office and on the way in, including me, there were three Asians walking to the entrance. It was pretty funny. I couldn't stop smiling.
So I'm back in the office. I'm sitting on the desk blogging. I just looked up. What the fuck am I doing?
In the Industry, We Call Them Cigaratte Burns
I've got about 45 minutes left in this place. I have to go to an airport run, due to our overbooked schedule. Doesn't matter. I like driving around and it gives me a break from the office. The downside is that I have to transfer the lines to my phone. That doesn't matter either, because I'm not going to answer it. I'm just going to let it go to voicemail.
I get to go to downtown to drop off those fools and then come back to the office to clean. At which point it'll be chill so I won't have to do much. Hopefully I get my Henry Rollins CD's. I think they came yesterday, but I don't think Sean checked the mail. He has the keys for the mailbox. I was hoping that the package (hint hint) would be big enough so they send it to the Village Cleaners (which is the dry cleaning service provided in this complex. They sign packages for people who aren't home and they leave a post it on your door notifying you that they have your package.).
Don't know what to do tonight, because one other thing that's in the mail is Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid. Really looking forward to seeing it. I think Sean's coming in later, so that'll be good. I can probably have him check it then. One good thing, too, is that I can go to the garage to pick up our car. We finally got it registered and insured, so we just have to smog check it and get an oil change.
It's a '96 Lincoln Town Car. It looks like a Mafia car, or a G-Ride. The car's been sitting in the garage for a while, so it's all dusty and shit and someone wrote in the dust, "Please pimp me up."
I get to go to downtown to drop off those fools and then come back to the office to clean. At which point it'll be chill so I won't have to do much. Hopefully I get my Henry Rollins CD's. I think they came yesterday, but I don't think Sean checked the mail. He has the keys for the mailbox. I was hoping that the package (hint hint) would be big enough so they send it to the Village Cleaners (which is the dry cleaning service provided in this complex. They sign packages for people who aren't home and they leave a post it on your door notifying you that they have your package.).
Don't know what to do tonight, because one other thing that's in the mail is Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid. Really looking forward to seeing it. I think Sean's coming in later, so that'll be good. I can probably have him check it then. One good thing, too, is that I can go to the garage to pick up our car. We finally got it registered and insured, so we just have to smog check it and get an oil change.
It's a '96 Lincoln Town Car. It looks like a Mafia car, or a G-Ride. The car's been sitting in the garage for a while, so it's all dusty and shit and someone wrote in the dust, "Please pimp me up."
Shitty.
Ever since I've been in this morning at 11, I've not had a chance to do much. Here was my plan for today: Get in, make coffee, call all the drivers & jobs for this weekend so I wouldn't be barraged with calls all day like previous days and last Saturday.
What actually happened. Got in, made coffee, was about to start calling people to confirm things but get interrupted by my boss (not Bruce Springsteen) calling to tell me things I already know. Tony, our vehicle guy/driver calling to confirm things for his jobs today. Sean calling back to tell me things I already know. Tony calling to tell me that he forgot his job information. Sean to tell me more stuff I already know. Tony telling me that the interstate is backed up. Customers calling to confirm pick-ups for later today. Drivers calling to confirm pick-ups today. Tony calling me to tell me he's at his pick-up. Tony calling to tell me the job should be a white car and me telling him to tell the lady it's never a confirmed color for the low rates we offer to help with our availability. If they definitely need a certain color, we charge way more. While I'm on this call, two other drivers are calling to get a phone number for a later pick-up, which is totally unneccessary, and the other telling me about his job last night which I don't need to know about. Reason being for that is I don't do charges, and Tony takes care of the cars which is why we have him, so we don't have to deal with the drivers. Me not wanting to do anything else today because my entire plan is ruined. More calls coming in. I've been here for two hours.
What actually happened. Got in, made coffee, was about to start calling people to confirm things but get interrupted by my boss (not Bruce Springsteen) calling to tell me things I already know. Tony, our vehicle guy/driver calling to confirm things for his jobs today. Sean calling back to tell me things I already know. Tony calling to tell me that he forgot his job information. Sean to tell me more stuff I already know. Tony telling me that the interstate is backed up. Customers calling to confirm pick-ups for later today. Drivers calling to confirm pick-ups today. Tony calling me to tell me he's at his pick-up. Tony calling to tell me the job should be a white car and me telling him to tell the lady it's never a confirmed color for the low rates we offer to help with our availability. If they definitely need a certain color, we charge way more. While I'm on this call, two other drivers are calling to get a phone number for a later pick-up, which is totally unneccessary, and the other telling me about his job last night which I don't need to know about. Reason being for that is I don't do charges, and Tony takes care of the cars which is why we have him, so we don't have to deal with the drivers. Me not wanting to do anything else today because my entire plan is ruined. More calls coming in. I've been here for two hours.
Whisky A Go Go
Jukebox: Ministry - Land of Rape & Honey
I was looking through clubs in LA and came across the Whisky's page and I remember something from when I first moved here six years ago. I was driving along Sunset past the Whisky and I looked up and thought, "Hey, it's the Whisky. That's where Motley Crue played and where they filmed the 'Kickstart My Heart' video."
Immediately after or during that thought my eyes fixed in on the marquee and noticed that a band named Rurik was performing there. Rurik was a band that I don't think I've ever heard before but they are from Hawai'i and they've come up twice before. Once was when my friend Olana used to wear their shirt and I used to tell her they sucked. Even though I hadn't heard them before. That was a thing me and this kid Jaycee used to do to her.
Second time was the year following or prior but my friend Ryan Potes was playing with that band. He quit because they were all professional and had a "real" manager and all that shit. I'm assuming they were a rock band because when Ryan quit he said one of the reasons was that while they were playing, Ryan would jump around stage and get all into the music and the band and the manager kept telling him that he shouldn't do it. It doesn't look good. I've seen Ryan in his later band, Unit 101, and he and the rest of the band jumped around and rocked and played flying v guitars and looked good doing it, so it's not as if while playing with Rurik that he was looking retarded jumping and running around; it's just that they wanted this stupid image of them standing on stage playing and looking pretty. They're fucking stupid is what I'm getting at.
Speaking of, one of my main goals today, as a result of yesterday and days of yore, was to call and confirm all the jobs today, tomorrow, and Monday so I don't get barraged with calls all day doing that. My boss (not Bruce Springsteen) keeps calling me telling me I should do all these thing that I already know to do thereby preventing me from doing my plan. So after the last call I get from him, I get a call from this asshole confirming his pick-up tonight.
Yeah. Great story.
Anyone going on the 110 N, don't go. They've closed two lanes or so for construction and it's like a parking lot on there.
Up next, the Red Sox...
I was looking through clubs in LA and came across the Whisky's page and I remember something from when I first moved here six years ago. I was driving along Sunset past the Whisky and I looked up and thought, "Hey, it's the Whisky. That's where Motley Crue played and where they filmed the 'Kickstart My Heart' video."
Immediately after or during that thought my eyes fixed in on the marquee and noticed that a band named Rurik was performing there. Rurik was a band that I don't think I've ever heard before but they are from Hawai'i and they've come up twice before. Once was when my friend Olana used to wear their shirt and I used to tell her they sucked. Even though I hadn't heard them before. That was a thing me and this kid Jaycee used to do to her.
Second time was the year following or prior but my friend Ryan Potes was playing with that band. He quit because they were all professional and had a "real" manager and all that shit. I'm assuming they were a rock band because when Ryan quit he said one of the reasons was that while they were playing, Ryan would jump around stage and get all into the music and the band and the manager kept telling him that he shouldn't do it. It doesn't look good. I've seen Ryan in his later band, Unit 101, and he and the rest of the band jumped around and rocked and played flying v guitars and looked good doing it, so it's not as if while playing with Rurik that he was looking retarded jumping and running around; it's just that they wanted this stupid image of them standing on stage playing and looking pretty. They're fucking stupid is what I'm getting at.
Speaking of, one of my main goals today, as a result of yesterday and days of yore, was to call and confirm all the jobs today, tomorrow, and Monday so I don't get barraged with calls all day doing that. My boss (not Bruce Springsteen) keeps calling me telling me I should do all these thing that I already know to do thereby preventing me from doing my plan. So after the last call I get from him, I get a call from this asshole confirming his pick-up tonight.
Yeah. Great story.
Anyone going on the 110 N, don't go. They've closed two lanes or so for construction and it's like a parking lot on there.
Up next, the Red Sox...
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