10:22 PM >> Baby food



I am really really psyched because tonight at Kroger I decided I'd try out some baby food for a change. Just see what it's all about. At first I really wanted pear flavor but when I saw apples and blueberries I couldn't pass it up. They even had chicken and gravy. Wow! Babies.

NOTE: That's the top shelf in my new refrigerator which is now featured on the internet. Awesome!

4:59 PM >> Stupid old hot dog

It's the gas man's fault. It's because of him that I had to pass up a lunch, a good lunch probably, with some friends. They had kindly postponed lunch till 1pm for me. Cause I thought the gas man who told me he'd be at my place between 10:30 and 11:30 would be there then. He wasn't there then. And he wasn't there at noon. Then again he wasn't there at 1. He was off on some other mission. Something more important.

Well thanks gas man. Because of you I had a crappy lunch. Know what I had. First I made some microwavable oatmeal. Then I ate saltine crackers. After that I was still hungry so I drank some milk with strawberry Quik in it. Oh, you know what---still hungry. So I nuked a stupid old hot dog and put some BBQ sauce on it.

Then the Internet guy gave me troubles. Because well---just forget it. Oh, then after paying my tag renewal I got a stupid parking ticket. There were 2 minutes left on the damn meter when the ticket man walked away. So I yelled after him and he pointed out a sign that said NO PARKING AFTER 4PM. What? Why? That makes NO sense. And it was 5 after 4. He was just waiting. Waiting for the old stupid time to turn to for so he could swindle $40 out of someone for the government guys. And if I don't pay in 7 days I pay twice that. All this is so stupid. And I blame you GAS MAN.

9:22 AM >> My captor




This man is my captor.
He stows me away in elevator shaft.
He locks door.

Then from the side of freedom he mocks.
He shouts.
He jests.

I sit curled in the corner.
Inverted, fetal, projecting like a nut.
A walnut--one that is really hard to crack.
I'm trying to protect myself.

Free me, my captor.
Let me free.

6:24 PM >> Cash Tendered




I've never been a fan of carrying leftovers in my car. I like leftovers. Nothing wrong with them. But leftovers and carry-out and drive-thru stink up the car. So having a truck I put them in the bed and secure them with a bungee or something. I just don't like having the stink in the cab of my truck. Now when it rains I have to suck it up. And if it's a rental--well then who cares.

So when I was asked to go to McD's and pick up a second meal for the Dinner and a Movie crew because we were running late it was no big deal to have a trunkload of McD's stowed away in the back of the rental SUV that I was driving. No big deal at all.

The funny thing was that when I pulled back into the studio lot the $100+ dollars I'd spent was for nothing. The day had wrapped and most of the crew were gone.

10:36 PM >> For Brune... And also Jason

It really bothers me when guys order vegetarian pizza. It also bothers me when guys are picky about what is on their pizza. Just eat the fucking onions, pizza-face! I used to hate mushrooms, but upon entering college I realized that 99% of people really like mushrooms on their pizza, so I forced myself to like them. (or at least tolerate them)

10:18 PM >> Presidente & Huxley




I've got two new friends. In the past few weeks I've been in the ever ongoing process of moving from one place to another and then to another and as I find out today yet another. That all's a story for another day. Today's story is about my new friends. They are plants. Two plants that I purchased from IKEA which in itself is another tale. The plants are in very laymans terms 1) a tiny household palm, and 2) a mini-tiny three fingered cactus. Hopefully one day the three fingers will expand to be an entire hand or two hands. These two plants are so great. I love them. I do not like dogs. But if I ever did I have names planned out for them. Because I'll never have them I've given my dog names to my new plant friends. Plant number 1 the palm is named Huxley. And plant number 2 the cactus--I call him Presidente. Or more properly El Presidente. In dog form he would have been a chihuahua, but I think as a cactus it's a fitting moniker. The plants for the past three days have spent the day with me transcribing footage for the show Deep Sea Detectives so they are very very smart or learning at least all about things nautical. I'm very proud of my new friends. They also like to listen to NPR and smell coffee that is cooked up all day long.

3:56 PM >> Rainman Ste. 1833A, 3rd Generation



Before moving out of my apartment I spent a night there with very very little possessions. Just the few things you see here. Bubble wrap was my mattress. A box my shelving. Only a couple of items to keep me occupied. And the house was empty but for the small corner that you see. I didn't sleep well that night.