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Brought to you in part by the letters F, U, the number 23 and Christmas Eve. (For those of you who don't remember what low tech blogging is, it is the fun pen & paper form that my blogging takes on the rare occasions that I fly anywhere.) Of course, if I never told you a specific post was written low technically you would never know because to you the form this blog takes is the same as any other. In order to let you in, the original form of this blog was written in cursive with a medium point blue Bic pen on an almost 3 year old National Religious Broadcaster's convention notepad. Also, as it is 5:50 am & I have been up for 19 hours doing stuff pretty much straight through that whole time, the writing is abhorrently sloppy & many indecipherable scribblings have already been crossed out. Really random memory from 8th grade relative to today's sponsoring letters. F, U for those of you with short term memory problems. My friend Melissa Podany used to say the perio

For those of you participating in the having children discussion in the previous post, I replied to all of your comments and would be happy to continue the conversation should you wish to post more thoughts. Those of you who haven't been participating are welcome to join in, I assure you I will read them. Per the title, I realize this is not the kind of spirit one expects when it comes to this blessed holiday season. This has been one of the less joyous holiday seasons for me, though. At some point you have to accept the fact that everything that made Christmas magical when you were a child has gone the way of the dinosaur. (Except Little Foot who will always live in our hearts.) This Christmas I will be spending the holiday at my sister's house in Texas. Among many things, this means bye bye to all of our long standing Christmas traditions (no matter how lame some of them may be). No Christmas Eve service at my church. No stockings. No debating on how early we can wake up the

Props to whoever can tell me where the title comes from. Hint: for once it's not Garden State. Why is my blog sometimes retarded? No, I do not mean the writing here is retarded, so you can keep all "because you're the one who writes it" jokes to yourself. :P What I mean is that the time stamp is currently set for 1:46 when it is clearly not. It's 12:55 for those of you who are curious & fear not, I will correct the time before I post. I don't understand because sometimes it says the right time and other times it is strangely off. Speaking of crap that doesn't work properly, my stupid crappity stove. Silly me, tonight I thought I might cook some dinner for myself & piece of crap would not work. Why? You might be wondering. I don't know save for the fact that it is a gas stove. I HATE gas stoves. And no, it's not just that the pilot light went out, tried that. My mom said I should call someone about it, good thing it was almost 9:30, so not

I'm watching the Food Network as I am often wont to do seeing as I'm all about the cooking, but I have it on mute as I am listening to music. Weird, I know. Anyway, in its silence the Food Network has been showing me all sorts of interesting things. One not so interesting thing though is egg salad in bulk. Bleh. Egg salad makes me want to hurl anyway, the thought of it, the smell, the look, the texture, all oozing spewy badness. But en masse it serves to exponentially multiply this regurgitating reflex. Ay, a little alliteration for ya there at 1 am. Not every blogger will do that for you. I know it's been too long since I've blogged when the blogger.com site is no longer listed in my history & I have to actually type the entire thing out. Travesty. Though, I will at this time take a moment to warn you of a possible blogging hiatus. On Friday I will be leaving for my sister's house in Houston for the holidays. I will be spending time with my nieces and the ad

Best Year Ever was so funny & wins the prize for the best year in review show I've seen. Not only did it try to encompass the whole year unlike other less cool year in review shows, but it also reminded me of one of the greatest joys of this year . . . Sponge Monkeys! You know, those creepy yet amusing creatures in the Quizno's commercials last spring. Good times. Sponge Monkeys came from here: http://www.rathergood.com/moon_song . The moon is very useful everyone. Quizno's I beseech you, bring back the Sponge Monkeys, please. (I feel it useful to make this plea because in the remotest chance that anyone in power at the Quizno's dynasty, which is way cooler than Subway or any other sandwich vending chain, happens across this blog perhaps they will say to themselves, yes we should bring back those disturbingly lovable characters. My blog would then serve a higher purpose, that would be so great.) So I have been working on this side project/job thing which is mai

Is it bad that I haven't really written a real post all week & have just been directing you to read things that my brother wrote? Well, in keeping with this slackery form of blogging, you should read this http://aziner.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-raj-with-love.html#comments That was Raj's comment in response to the To Raj With Love post & I fear that many of you probably did not see it which would be quite a shame as it is quite amusing. Those of you who have become accustomed to reading Raj's blog thanks to my generous advertising will already know that this morning (Thursday) my new niece was born. Her name is Jadyn Ashlea Routhier. Yes, it has not escaped my attention that her initials are JAR. Anyone choosing to make fun of her or my sister & brother-in-law for choosing this will of course meet wrath the likes of which you cannot possibly imagine. You will note that her initial's are also Raj's name backwards. Here is some other interesting inform

http://fishtones.blogspot.com/2004/12/many-thanks.html Thank you to all of you who have been praying. Please continue to do so, it would be much appreciated.

For now you shall find no sarcasm here. Please read this: http://fishtones.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-thing-i-ask.html , and pray. I consider Tommy and his wife Jen to be dear friends. They are fun and funny and have the most giving spirits. They have been part of my life since I was little. I was at their wedding, and have had the fortune to babysit their 3 lovely young children on so many occasions. And Tommy's parents were the wonderful people who let me stay with them for 2 months when I first moved out to Los Angeles last summer. I care deeply about Tommy and the people his life touches. Tom and Jen are the kind of people with whom you can have a deeply theological discussion and then turn around and talk about the Simpsons or Tommy Boy. They have a wonderful sense of humor. They have been married for 15+ years and are as in love with each other now as ever. You can see it in the way they look at one another and in the little gestures they make. I have always sai

So I was recently berated by my older younger brother (Raj) through his blog for my great oversight in having not mentioned the address for his blog. I would however like to point out that my reference to his blog was after he had posted a comment here, and as all smart blog readers know, by clicking on the name of a commenter you can reach their blog. So while I did not post the address myself, it was already here and I was kind enough to direct people there. But just to alleviate any fellow middle child aggression toward me, we are 2 & 3 of 4 if that makes any sense. Here is Raj's blog: http://fishtones.blogspot.com . You can read his scathing remarks about me there in his post titled "no need for intervention." Don't worry, you likely won't have to look for this post as it is sure to be the most recent post for at least 12 days. Ha. I kid. And just to show that he is not in fact a better sibling than I, I bring you To Raj With Love, an entire blog devoted t

I regret to inform you that the esteemed order of non-practicing ninjas to which I belong has informed me that my membership will be revoked should I post a picture here, and by that they mean they'll kill me, so you can see the predicament I find myself in. I hate to disappoint, but my life is a little more important to me than my viewership. Okay, don't worry I'm not a member of some crazy organization that would kill me, it'll be okay. I just don't have the picture that I thought I did on my computer, so as you can see or not see I can't post it. I will however tell you the short version of the story. One night a bunch of us girls decided to dress all in black, cover our faces like ninjas and run all around campus. It was a rockin' good time & some guys tried to catch us. We suffered one casualty on our first run. On subsequent runs we came up with missions for new members to accomplish as we slinked around campus virtually undetected. We were met by

So since it is often quite chilly in my house and as I have this down throw that is quite festive I thought I'd put it on my bed. Unfortunately since it is filled with down there are now little tiny white feathers adorning just about everything including but not limited to my computer screen, the other throw on my bed, and of course my pajama pants which I just noticed. How fun. So Nicole blogs on myspace and since I'm all about the blog commenting, I joined myspace to comment on her blog. You can read her blog here: http://profiles.myspace.com/users/10113071 . You will be at times amazed by how similar our blog entries are. That's b/c we do a lot of crap together, i.e. participate in the "let's get a life" program. Anyway, seeing as I joined myspace I thought I'd at least edit my profile & direct people who stumble across that space to come here. Unfortunately, the site was being all craptacular and nothing was working, but should you wish to check

"I mailed out all my drawings, feeling so free, but the day was cold and rainy. The high winds made it seem like a monsoon. But then in the middle of the day, the wind blew all the clouds from the sky, breaking them up suddenly and revealing a blazing bright sun that reflected off all the dark wet things in the earth and on the road. The sun went out later in a red-orange glow, and the moon rose shining bright and proud amid a train of silvery clouds, all under diamond stars. It was the most beautiful day I've seen in seven months. And not that all that time had been 'unbeautiful' either. It's just that yesterday surpassed them all. I don't know, but it seemed like the end or beginning of a season. Or both." - from a letter Phil sent me Now do you understand?

So again I have been quite the slacker jerk when it comes to posting this week. I have no good excuse, I simply haven't felt like writing. It happens on occasion, but fear not, this week could very likely bring to you an onslaught of witty repartee. Of course my great lack of communication with people who live outside of my house may result in a continuation of less blogging. Seriously, with 1 and a 1/2 exceptions, I haven't received any emails in a week, tear. RV being the full exception and Jared being the half exception, he gets props for writing me, but wow that was the shortest email ever. Anyway, tonight I bring to you the you rock, rock post. It shall be a delightful combination of "To blank with love" and that quote I stole from "I Heart Huckabees." Enjoy. You rock, sweater guy. Sure you're middle-aged and in a bar wearing a mock turtleneck sweater dancing like a complete r'tard, but you also look like you're having a really good time doi

I have been mildly chastised for my blogging slackerishness of late. And so I offer my sincerest apologies to anyone who has suffered any type of boredom from this silly oversight on my part. As you can see from the great lack of commenting I was quite unaware that anyone read my blog that often and as such didn't know the importance of my posting, other than for my own amusement of course. (This shall not be misconstrued as an attempt to garner more comments.) But since this issue has been brought to my attention I will do my best to resume my regular blogging in order to please the audience no matter how small and lurker-y it is. So note to self: don't schedule a 6:30 am flight in order to get home at 10 am, making it possible to go to work in the afternoon. 6:30 flight means getting up at 4, 4 = 2 PST, work until 6 means having been up already for 16 hours, going to bed at 11 = a 21 hour day. In no universe is this a good thing. Also, might I point out that were it not fo

"love sucks and snow is cold. you should come home." Best quote I've heard in awhile. :) I'm happy to say that it snowed in Omaha tonight. I'm ready to get back to LA, everyone I know here is in love & while that's all great for them, it pretty much just sucks for me. So as not to make this a whole depressing entry here are a few good things: ~ Garden State comes out on dvd in one month ~ my new niece or nephew will be born in just about 2 1/2 weeks ~ the new U2 cd is fanfreakin'tastic ~ I talked to Steve the other night which is always a happy thing. Yeah, that's about all I have right now. While it's been nice to be here, it's also been really hard mostly as a result of the aforementioned love thing. Give me a break, I'm trying my best here.

my thoughts are dwelling more frequently on you and I'd like to blame in on the holidays but if I were being honest with myself I'd have to say that maybe it's jealousy the landscape drifted by today as I drove to the place I once called home but all I recognized was the longing for you as it floated again too often through my mind I've known my whole life this desire and all around me the only fulfillment of it is found in everyone else's lives how can I be happy for them when my heart is crumbling everytime I try to express these words they feel all muddled it seems the poetry gets lost in the pain and maybe tonight that's okay sometimes reality takes over the fantasy eloquence bows to the emotion and all that's left to say is just how much I miss the one whose identity I have yet to know is he out there somewhere missing me too?

(Here's a really long blog entry that I am now typing out from what I wrote on the plane.) As I am officially authoring this entry I am sitting on a plane bound for Omaha, utilizing some good old fashioned pen & paper. Flying today reminds me just how much I hate flying. Check-in took a mere 7 minutes, but the security line was literally at least a city block long. Some of you may be aware of my propensity to exaggerate here, but this is one case when I am not. The security line took 40 minutes to get through. No worries, I arrived in plenty of time for abhorrently long lines. And hazaa for how I wasn't "randomly" selected for "special" screening today. By which of course they mean screening for Asian/Middle Eastern looking persons. Don't worry, I'm onto them. So right, back to why I hate flying, the noise. The never ending din of the sound of the airplane working. Yay for a functional aircraft, but wow how that insufferable roar makes me crazy.

First of all, I have to say wahoo! for the thunder that is going on outside right now. Hooray for pouring rain and weather that feels more like fall than summer. :) So, onto the wonderfulness that has been this weekend. Friday night Nicole & I saw "Finding Neverland." That is a fantastic film. As Nicole put it, "I laughed, I cried, I thought 'damn, Johnny Depp is hot,' and was simply amazed by the whole film." I couldn't have said it better. Today we went to the Getty, which if you've been keeping up is one of my favorite places. Then tonight we ordered pizza online, crazy new fangled technology changing everything all up. Mostly neither of us felt like calling, though the online thing was much more complicated. ;) Then went to the Grove. It's this cool outdoor mall. We went to Cost Plus World Market. That store rocks. Then we went to Barnes & Noble and browsed and talked about good books to read. I petted Joshua Braff's book, but

I know this must be true, otherwise the loan people wouldn't expect me to know how much to pay and the date it is due without sending me a bill. So, goodbye Mr. Franklin plus some. What a horrible way to realize it's been 6 months since graduation. It hardly seems possible. And today makes it 3 months until my birthday. I must be old. ;) Overall, today was a good day, dinner with the roommates at my Mexican place, Target, looking for dogs to adopt, ER with Nicole, chatting with Pieter, and to top it all off I got an email from Phil. And yes, that means what you think it does, a Phil quote. So among other things we have been talking about perception. We've been philosophizing and pondering about perception, reality, and the difference between the two. Tonight this is what Phil had to share on the topic. "Who knows how much we think we know about the world is right? I think someone should go out there and see it- just to be sure." This is good advice for a

Hazaa for a happy hump day! (Not like that, but in the Wednesday is referred to as "hump day" and I needed it for alliteration kind of way) I worked a full day today. We might be hiring Martin, better known as the hot French guy. We got my new computer in the office today. Shauna booked her ticket to visit over spring break! (This actually happened yesterday, but I'm mentioning it today.) I got real mail this week from RV. Ronnie figured out the goodness that happens on Dec. 28. Here's an effective way to inspire a good work ethic: give the person who's working for you a hundred dollars right away. Sound crazy? I'm okay with that b/c that is what the new guy I'm working for did today. I'm working on this side project that involves organizing, which I quite enjoy and I'm getting paid pretty well for it and it's pretty much at my leisure as long as it's done before Christmas. Notice how I wanted to start working on

Is it weird that the hot salsa was bubbling. It kinda freaks me out. Oh well, it was still full of spicy goodness. So I like how I have an ear infection and no health insurance. Fun. Here are some fun numbers for you: 2.25 - the price of gas, sad to be excited about that when I about had an aneurysm when first went up to 2.23, ah what a difference an entire month of unholy gas prices will make 108,000 - miles on my little car 41! - from Ben Hur, that was his slave number & the guy yells it all like, "41!" I remember random things. Also happens to be the number of days til my favorite movie of the year is released in dvd. Don't worry even though I've done this countdown thing twice in one week, I won't be all keeping it up like that until it actually comes out, I'm not *that* obsessed. ;) So this is a short and random post, but I have to go into work early tomorrow so that means I have to read a 135 page script tonight. Yes, early only means 10am, but when

So I've been thinking about this Scott Peterson verdict the past couple of days. And it makes me sad. Not because I necessarily disagree with the jury's decision, but regardless of his guilt or innocence, a young woman and her baby are still dead as the result of a heinous act. I don't presume to know how Laci felt, but I do know about women in general. And I know that for many their dream is to find that special someone and start a family with him. And the very thought of being with the man they love & who loves them back and bringing a life into this world makes them happy beyond imagination. The idea of being pregnant & carrying & protecting that new little life is beautiful. I find it tragic that she was murdered in what I imagine to be one of the happiest times of her life. And that the man convicted of ending hers and her baby's life was the person she probably trusted the most in the world, makes it all the sadder. I don't understand this world so

So the next time I decide I want to make apple tarts, please remind me how I don't like to slice apples. Oh well, they turned out quite well. There are some left, so if you're wanting some baked goods, head over to my house. :) I'm looking forward to our Christmas party because that means making fun holiday food. I quite enjoy that. Nicole and I were discussing how in order to pass the time on the drive home we sometimes call our parents. When you're driving 7 mph to get home, talking on the phone is not dangerous, don't worry. Anyway, this coupled with the issue of occasionally feeling compelled to yell out certain expletives while driving can be bad. How to explain that? It was the radio? The parentals would still be upset at me listening to those kinds of things on the radio. It was the guy in the next car? Not very plausible. The safest bet is to try to convince them that what you actually said was, "Look at the duck!" For best results you should pr

I must make an amendment to the honeymoon advice embargo. As Pieter pointed out, Siberia might not be all that bad of a spot for a honeymoon as all the focus would be on activities to keep warm . . . So, if you're in need of honeymoon advice, you won't even get Siberia out of me, you will only get hit. That's my only offer to you, so don't ask. So yay, for having a life last night and going out & not getting back until almost 2 am. Good times. I feel like I'm really establishing a life here now & that is a great feeling. Now I just need friends to come visit me. :) Today I finally got my pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks. See the Starbucks near my house closes at 6pm because they are jerks. So I can't make it there after work & for several reasons it's not convenient to go there before work. But last night I was supposed to get off at 5, leaving plenty of time to get some pumpkin-y goodness on my way home. Unfortunately, just as I was abo

Yes, I realize two posts in one day probably makes me look like a loser or something, but the way I see it you have two choices. You can be glad that I update my blog so often, thus offering you a great amount of joy throughout the week. Or you can think I'm a loser, and secretly be glad that I update my blog so often. Either way, you know you like it & you should probably not be thinking bad things about me because that's just not cool & I don't really think I want anyone not cool reading this blog, so perhaps you have some serious thinking to do, eh? No, I'm not Canadian. I went to Canada once. Vancouver. It's pretty chill. I had ramen noodles for dinner tonight because I didn't feel like cooking. I made them the way my mom did when we were growing up. She used to put a little bit of instant potatoes in them to soak up the excess water. It sounds nasty I know, but it's like eating my childhood. Delicious. I got an email from Phil today, which means

Let me just say that while the regular relationship advice hiatus will end on Saturday, one thing I have no interest in ever advising people on is their honeymoon. If you can't decide where to go, do not ask me. I will not help you. Not today, not after Saturday. I don't feel bad putting a permanent embargo on this one. Why you might ask? Because not knowing where to go on a honeymoon is not an emotional or logical problem or one that even requires my insight but rather one that stems from lack of creativity & while in general I am happy to inspire creativity, on this one you're on your own as well you should be. And that's all I have to say on that one, ever. So don't ask. If you do I hereby vow to either hit you or if you are not in hitting range I will try to sell you on the virtues of Siberia. I will even call their bureau of tourism and make sure they start sending you monthly brochures. Consider yourself duly warned.

So tonight I thought I would drink some chai and watch the new episode of South Park and somehow all the stupid crap that happened today would just go away. One big problem with that plan, we're out of milk, and you can't make proper chai sans milk. And let me just clarify that it's not like today was a bad day, it's just all these little things that culminate into sadness. Like that lady who was driving like she couldn't see my car on the road, which actually turns out to be my fault as I forgot to turn off my invisibility cloak. Then there's the problem of four people working in my office where there are only two parking spots. Not being able to find parking annoys me because then I just drive around and around wasting precious gas. And the most frustrating thing is that at the end of the day I have a pretty good life, but these retarculous things just upset me sometimes & that feels so stupid. It's just frustrating because I do my best to be a giving

"I just wanted to let everyone know that it is exactly 199 days until my wedding. Today is Tuesday the 9th. Woo hoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Just in case any of you are skimming and not paying the kind of serious attention to my humorous writing as you should be, that is an email sent to me. I am NOT the one getting married. Furthermore, were I the one with the impending nuptials/when I am, no one will be receiving this type of email from me. If for some reason I take crazy pills and do end up doing something like that, consider this your free pass to punch me. Only in that event, though, don't be thinking you can just come up and hit me because you read this. I shall be quite upset should you do that and may have to hit you back. Don't worry, I punch like a girl, for real. Anyway, I'm not all anti other people's happiness, but give me a break. Maybe one would have license to do this 10 days before the wedding, but 199, wh

Everyone is aware right that if we didn't "fall back" we wouldn't have to "spring forward?" I'm just checking because otherwise I'm driving home in the dark for very little reason. One week it's light at 6pm and the next we decide it's time to be finished saving daylight and so my drive into darkness begins. Here's something funny from Fox News the other night, apparently Bush got re-elected by the middle of the US where nothing important happens. Please tell me that next time you want to eat dinner. Or the next time you decide you like the stock market because oh yeah that really rich guy, Warren Buffet or something like that is from the midwest and has his annual shareholders get together shindig in the midwest. Plus, let's be honest our whole little crazy clock jumping is largely for the farmers who are mostly in the midwest. Don't forget the importance of Texas where we get our main supply of illegal immigrants. And of course

Yes, listening to a little Our Lady Peace right now. Excellent music. Guess what tonight brings! The premiere of Arrested Development! Good stuff kids. This is one of two shows guaranteed to make me laugh, the other being Scrubs in case you are interested, as you should be. Both are quite funny and deserve all accolades bestowed upon them. Coffee update: So I realize that I've mentioned coffee quite frequently in my recent posts, so I thought I would offer you an update regarding Starbucks holiday lattes. I have now tried them all except Peppermint & Mocha, which just sounds gross to me. The Gingerbread latte which was the one afflicted with so much foam, was not so great even after I scraped away most of the offending froth. Today I tried the Eggnog latte. This one was okay. But it must be noted that the Pumpkin Spice latte is by far the best, so save yourself some time and about $15 and just take my word for it. :) Or you could just forget all the coffee and go for a chai

So to copy my brother who was copying our beloved Craig Kilborn, here's a little "to ______ with love." To P.Diddy with love. Quite a campaign you started there. It was a substantial failure, but don't feel too bad, you still have your cool tshirts to peddle. I don't think anyone died, so you can be glad about that. To the Starbucks girl with love. When making my latte, instead of commenting to your co-worker how you do not like coffee, perhaps you should make sure you are not putting an unholy amount of foam in my drink. Might I suggest employment at an establishment that sells any kind of product you do like? To Friday with love. How much more joyful of a day you are when I am actually employed. To the Tortilla Grill with love. Your quesadillas con pollo and hot salsa make for quite a delicious lunch. How I enjoy having a great restaurant within walking distance of my job. I also enjoy that your employees are so friendly to me. Looking like several d

Woo! First of all, can we just go back to the days when they call the election? 2000 was a fluke okay, let's not have this whole I'm not gonna concede crap. Ah well, at least he didn't concede and then take it back like someone else we all know and dislike. Anyway, so a couple of things that I have realized recently. One, I dislike talking about politics with people who disagree with me AND do not know what they are talking about. I think this is because I have been into politics since I was about 6. No kidding. I remember sitting in First Grade and doing our class vote for George H.W. Bush and Michael Dukakis. Bush won that class vote in case you are curious. I remember saying in 5th grade that if Clinton won I would move to India. I would have too if I had any money. Same thing in 9th grade. And then the year I turned 18 there was a presidential election and I got to vote for George W. Bush. And I'm happy to say that I did that again today. Having been interested i

How sad for my life when no one is online with whom to chat. The trouble of working in the afternoon is that I can still stay up freakishly late, hooray for that. But no one else does. Of course I should be using this lateness to finish one script coverage and to read another script and cover it, but alas I would rather be blogging. I was trying to figure out how I could put it off until tomorrow, but I just don't think that is possible once I factor into my day the necessary sleeping in and the getting ready time and the errand I am so graciously running for one of my roommates and the 25 minute commute. Note: not complaining about my drive time, it's quite decent for LA. Good things from tonight: white chocolate latte from Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. Right, I know it's all kinds of sacrilege to patron ginormous coffee chain that isn't Starbucks, but the Coffee Bean is open later & a closer walking distance from my house, so whatever. Another good thing from tonigh

Pretty much if I didn't have to deal with the tools otherwise known as the Iowa Student Loan Liquidity Corporation, my life would be pretty excellent. I'm not even complaining about the ridonkulous cost of education at a small liberal arts college in the midwest. I just am sick of dealing with these idiots. Their motto is "Your partner in higher education." More like your partner in higher frustration. Of course it doesn't help that most of that information is still going to my parents' house & they are about the least organized people on the planet. They could just do us all a favor and send me my mail and I'll deal with all the crap.

That's right, this morning just after 9, I was awakened by my first earthquake. Don't worry it was just a little one, not like a Land Before Time get separated from your grandparents kind of thing. It's kinda weird, but kinda interesting at the same time. So not much else going on right now. I got some most excellent snail mail from Phil yesterday. And work was really great. After 5 months it feels like my life is really starting to fall into place.

Hooray for the Red Sox, baby! I told you 4 was the magic number of this post season. Fanfreakin'tastic! Other good things: - tonight's new ep of South Park (John Kerry = Giant Douche, if Trey & Matt said it, it must be true) ;) - chilling with my boss' wife & building Ikea furniture - being trusted enough after less than one week of work to lock up the office - the most excellent thunderstorm during the middle of work today- we have skylights in the office, so the rain hitting them was the coolest sound Yay for life being good. :)

I find myself working a new job this week for a company called Green Room Pictures. My first day of work I drafted a letter to a rep about prices for distributing this film my producer has the rights to. I had to compile some data from a spreadsheet and justify the prices we were asking. After that I had to type up an option agreement. Today I got a subscription to Variety and Screen Daily for the office and I read part of a script. Starting a new job is kinda scary, but I really like it so far, 2 days of course being a fantastic measure of job satisfaction. Tomorrow I will be helping to assemble some more Ikea furniture for the office. Yay for those Swedes & their cheap furniture! Save for the couch apparently that we are having delivered to the office this weekend that cost almost $1200. Crazy. Oh, and just in case there is any question, the toilet is actually not from Ikea, but almost everything else is, including the bathroom sink and the water dish for the dog. Yes, my produce

You know what made me laugh today? That lady on the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica who came up to us and asked if we wanted to help elect John Kerry. She was of course met with a resounding, NO! from me. Not in a mean way, just a very decisive one. I was amused. I got my voter registration card today, so now I know where I can go vote. So the other day I forgot to mention about the guy we saw riding a bike & wearing a baby carrier with his dog in it! Good times. There needs to be a way that I can take pictures while driving . . . Of course, I assume it was his dog. Perhaps it was in fact a dog he had stolen and he was on the run. Odd dog kidnapper guy is a far more interesting story than just odd dog guy.

Welcome back to our long lost friend of a topic, Garden State. A shout of jubilation rises throughout the land, and by land I mean the 7 people who read this. :) Okay, maybe 5, but you know that you are all excited to return to this topic after all it is one of the best movies you've ever seen. The point of this return is that I saw Garden State for the 5th time today. And it's just as wonderful as I had remembered. Anyway, not much else to say right now, it's another really late night. Any wisdom you were hoping to find here tonight is simply not available right now. Should you however wish to contact me personally for any kind of insight feel free to. Note: not a shameless attempt to boost the number of emails gracing my inbox. RV & I cooked some rockin' good food tonight, anyone interested in some gooey, delicious caramel brownies is welcome to stop by my house. Note: is a shameless attempt to attract more visitors. ;) I'm leaving you all now because sleep so

Did you catch that game tonight because it freakin' rocked! Woo! World Series time, baby! Will blog more when it's not almost 2 am. Rebecca is in town for a few days & we just spent a rocking time playing cards, she totally killed me. Tomorrow vengeance shall be mine! In the mean time, everyone get rested up & get ready to start cheering on Saturday! Baseball rocks!

Two games tied 4-4 (including Game 4), 4 runs tonight in the 4th inning, and tomorrow night the 4th game we need to win. Anyone else sensing a pattern? Red Sox, baby! Get your red on tomorrow- tshirts, sox, underwear, whatever. I will send a dollar to any guy who paints his fingernails red for tomorrow, watches the game, and cheers for the Red Sox.* Yay for awesome baseball! Props to the umps tonight for having two meetings and making the right call both times. Woo! From the Simpson's commercial: Take me out to the ballgame Take me out to the crowd Buy me a beer and a beer and a beer Homer! . . . and some nachos So I got another job today. I have 3 sort of part-time assistant jobs right now, all film related, so yay. We'll see where this takes us. It's kind of nice having non-traditional employment. It's a little crazy, but the free time is nice. Here's hoping that I start making enough to pay rent . . . Have a happy Wednesday everyone!

You know how when you want to quote a movie, but then you can't find the quote on the internet anywhere, so you have to transcribe it yourself? This is for you, freshly transcribed by me from "Life as a House." "It struck me, strong as anything ever has -- I'm happy today." "And what were you before today?" "I don't know what it was -- the way the sun struck the ocean or the sound of the waves. It was simple whatever it was." I always think of that quote whenever I have this rush of realizing that I'm happy in a particular moment. I am happy today. So I bring to you the "I like . . ." post. :) I like how I put my Bush/Cheney sticker up in my room as a decoration. I like how I had a really good night even though things did not go at all as I had planned. I like when my plans fail and something better happens. I like it when it is brisk and rainy in LA as it is right now and actually feels like fall.

1. so your mom can't make you get a flu shot 2. so you can pretend like you're doing something useful with that piece of paper you'll be paying off for the next 10 years or until you make that hit indie flick 3. so you can get your own newspaper subscription and feel like a real adult 4. so you can live in a city in which it never rains and then be excited when it does rain except for at first when you think someone might be peeing outside 5. so no one yells at you when you turn Downy balls into cat urine grenades 6. okay, so there aren't that many reasons, the main one just being that flu shot thing. The next time someone sticks a needle in me it better be for something fun, no not like heroin, if you've seen Trainspotting and still think that looks like fun you're messed up enough that you really shouldn't exacerbate the problem with drugs. I mean something fun like having to get immunizations to go to India or something like that, the immunizations

pumpkin spice latte = a little bit of joy in a cup :) It's Starbucks special latte right now, so if you find yourself near a Starbucks you should stop and get some deliciousness. Not too much going on right now, just sitting on the phone on hold, so I thought I would leave a little message for all of you wonderful people who read this. Enjoy the remainder of your weekend & call a friend you haven't talked to in awhile. This is not some sort of attempt to get any of you to call me. Call someone you haven't been in touch with in longer than you can remember. It will make their day & probably yours too. That person I was waiting for on hold was a friend I hadn't spoken with in quite some time & it was nice to have a real conversation. Email is great, but nothing beats hearing someone's voice. Well, nothing beats drinking coffee and chatting, but when distance is an issue, nothing beats talking on the phone. So, when you have some time to spare, make tha

So when I see that there is 1 new message in my inbox I find myself getting all excited, wondering what wonders await me and who has left me a message. And then sometimes I find out that it is only evil junk email and as I angrily depress the "spam" button I think how foolish it was to get excited about new email. I need to get a life & more friends who are not long distance, or any friends who are not long distance for that matter . . . Seriously email is the highlight of my life, and those rare occasions that I get real mail. What a sad and pathetic existence I lead. I haven't even seen a legitimate film in over a month.

things that make me want to scoop my brain out with a spork: (in no particular order) 1. the astronomical cost of gas, if regular hits $2.50, I'm done 2. reality television That about covers it right now.

So apparently Trey Stone of South Park fame said in Rolling Stone, "If you don't know what you're talking about, there's no shame in not voting." Apparently this infuriated Sean Penn. Penn wrote Stone and his partner Matt Parker a scathing letter saying it's "not so well, to encourage irresponsibility that will ultimately lead to the disembowelment, mutilation, exploitation, and death of innocent people throughout the world." Of course Sean Penn is way anti-Bush, so what he's really saying is that if you don't get Bush out of office it will result in the loss of bowels for unfortunate innocents throughout the world. Not quite sure how that all works out. I'm pretty sure that whatever is actually the root of all this disembowelment will likely still be going on even if Kerry is elected. I might also mention that we found killing fields this week filled with men, women, and children, so anyone complaining about going to war in Iraq can thin

Yeah, I'm officially boycotting Columbus day. Can anyone tell me why we actually have Columbus day anyway? We named the country after someone else, so was this sort of like a consolation prize? I mean the man didn't even know he was in the wrong place, thus that whole snafu wherein everytime I tell someone I'm half Indian they ask what tribe. Not kidding, wish I were. So what, we say, yeah you sucked at that whole sailing thing, but we'll dedicate a day to you just for the heck of it so we can have another special shopping weekend and so the post office can get another day off. Which, by the way, I checked my mail 4 times today before realizing it was freakin' Columbus day. In my defense, the mailman usually comes at 11, but somedays not til 3, so it's all very crazy. Anyway, when I checked the mail for the last time at 6 pm I realized that in fact it was a mail holiday and that we were in fact not just losers. Whew, that was a close one. Anyway, on Amerigo Vesp

I haven't blogged in awhile. I had a good week, except for the part wherein I didn't get any emails. But now I am sad. Not 'cause of the email thing. My dad was in town this week, but he left today. My dad is the coolest. For real. We went to this killer Indian restaurant last night that is just down the street from me. Hooray! I ordered my food spicy & it was hot , I quite enjoyed it. The chicken curry tasted like my chicken curry, and as Shauna knows, you can't beat that. :) And the chai was heavenly. Seriously, if I had someone I could just sit and drink chai with, view films, make the occasional trip to the Getty, and discuss books, I think that would pretty much do it for me. For those of you who may not know, the Getty is perhaps the best place in LA, an art museum that is as cool on the outside as it is inside. Oh, that previously mentioned person should also enjoy me cooking for them a lot. That would be perfection. Anyway, so yes my dad went back home today

Sometimes the most amusing stuff I can offer you comes not from myself, but from some of the wonderful people I know. Crazy right, that I'm not the funniest person you and I know. I don't mean to stun you with this fact, but it's only fair to be honest. Granted I'm like way up there on the funny chart, but so are these two guys. First being Raj, whom you all have come to know and love, his words at least as they keep popping up here. "you NEVER gripe about free food. that's a fundamental rule of life. rumor has it that it was in the running for being on the 10 commandments, but it got edged out by murder" I would just like to point out that I was not the one complaining about the free food, it was this tool that I met tonight. And no, I wasn't paying for the food either, my dad was. And the tool was the guy who is attending this computer convention with my dad, the guy who is with the company who paid for my dad to come out here. Pretty convenient that

So I was originally planning on going off on this whole discourse related to Fight Club and ultimately the whole, "you are not your job idea." I think that is true, so long as your stuck in a job that is all about the money. But perhaps what should be true is that your job is you. What you do should be what you love. At the end of the day, even in the do what you love scenario, I guess it is true that you are not your job. Ultimately, hopefully, you are more. I am not just a film producer. I am someone who cares deeply about the people in my life. I am a listener. I am someone who looks forward to getting married and raising a family. I am a dreamer. I am always trying to grow, and yet often fighting it. I am a complex individual. I want my job to fit into the equation as it is my passion, but I do not want my job to be the equation. Happiness isn't wrapped up in what I do. I won't always be in a job that I love. I may not be able to make that movie that I desire to a

I came home the other day to find a Snapple truck blocking my driveway. No thank you. I do like Snapple, but that was uncool. I should have asked for some free since he was causing me an inconvenience. And then today I went to the bank and the one closest to my house has literally only 20 parking spots. All of them were full, but a BMW pulled out just as I got there, so that all worked out. But when I went inside there were only 4 people in the bank. If we do the math correctly that means each person drove 5 cars. So I'm thinking about this and I believe the traffic congestion in LA would be greatly alleviated if each person would only drive one car at a time. Of course, you might have some kind of outlandish theory that maybe people were in the bank parking lot and not patronizing the bank. It's a little crazy to say that, I mean there are signs clearly marking the spaces as only for bank customers, and surely on a street filled with shops and no parking to speak of, no one wo

You know how work can get in the way of seeing a movie in the middle of the day? It can be quite obnoxious like that. Ah well, at least I'll be getting a paycheck tomorrow. That will be helpful to pay for the binge drinking that might ensue should my dad not end up making it out here on Monday. I'm kidding about the drinking, but I would be quite depressed if things don't work out. He called today & said it might not happen. The one really good thing that was going to happen for me in like 3 1/2 months and now it's iffy. That's always a nice way to make the day suck. Not to mention the people, and by that I mean someone who I know doesn't read this so don't feel bad, who when you're talking to them about something serious start talking about the new car they're gonna buy next. Can I just say that I was talking about how I probably will not be able to pay my own rent for * another* month, and she starts talking about what new car she's going