Friday, again.

Jukebox: the Beach Boys - "Vegetables"

Had the worst omen ever. First call of the morning is a secretary confirming her boss' pick-up because past companies have screwed up ther pick-ups. I said that I just got in but everything should be in order.

I called the driver to make sure that he was on his way as the pick-up's in a half hour. He doesn't answer his cell phone, so I call his house which is a ways away. He answers that phone saying he's on his way. That gives him 25 minutes to drive from West Hollywood to Santa Monica, which Mapquest says 21 minutes, but those instructions are always with no traffic and all green lights. Not during morning rush hour.

We watched Cane Toads the other night. It's pretty cool documentary showing them having problems with Cane grub so they got the Cane Toads from Hawai'i to take care of the problems and it backfired. They ate everything except the grub. They also are doing damage to the ecosystem that can only escalate. For instance, they eat anything that is smaller than they are, but anything that eats them dies from the poison.

If, say, a dog bites the toad, it's sack from behind the eyes squirts a poison that's deadly to animals, but euphoric to Hippies. That's gross, too. They kill a toad and boil it in water and drink it to get high. Thats' like having toad tea.

I was pretty grossed out the entire film because I think toads are fucking gross. I couldn't bare to see people touching them or sitting down in a lawn chair and toads hopping by them. It freaked me out more than any horror movie I've seen. Which doesn't count since there aren't any good ones.

The best part was the dude in the VW Bus swerving on the road to run the toads over. He goes out of his way to do that.

As an added bonus to this, they had a short called Signing Off. That was sort of ridiculously awesome. It's this old DJ who's told that his ratings stink and he has his last show on Sunday. He goes on air and says that and "if anyone has a request for something [he's] played in the past years, call [him] up."

So his boss calls to tell him that it doesn't matter if everyone calls up, he's finished. Then a lady calls to say that her husband died twenty-something years ago and he played his favorite song and she's been listening to it ever since. So she requested it. He grabs it and places it on deck. While he's talking, he notices a spider crawling on the record and he covers it with a glass.

Upon completion of the call he carries the record with the glass to the window to drop the spider off and while doing that the record falls out of the sleeve. It flips ever southward but bounces off an awning and lands flatly on the ground. He looks, and a street cleaner's heading towards it, so he runs down to save the record.

The whole rest of it is him going through ridiculous stuff to save the record including falling in the sewers and high does this super-jump from the water to the ladder to above ground. Then a fire in the building, trips and the record flies out of his hand and land directly on the turntable. He goes, all in his underwear and dirty and wet and dedicates the song.

They show the lady, panning from the feet upward and she's sleeping. It sucked. I wish she was dead.