Work

Today at work I got covered in sea lion juice. I got annnoyed by parents and children alike. I also saw Bradley Cooper and Johnny Damon.

Suds

Few things happen like the movies. I've never awoken to pebbles being tossed at my window. I've never cursed the heavens as the rain poured down on me. I've never walked into the sunset never to return. But there seems to be one thing that does happen like the movies and it happened to me this morning. This morning while I was doing the laundry it overflowed. Not just water, but suds and lots of them. Just like the movies. So like the movies that I will end my description here and let you insert what you recall. In fact please post what your movie like laundry overflow would look like in the comments.

the gift

on wednesday i was walking through columbus circle when i spotted rosanna arquette. 2 minutes later i saw justin chambers and t.r. knight from grey's anatomy (that's george and karev for those who watch). yesterday i saw michelle rodriguez walking through central park. today i saw bebe, she was scared from the storm.

bicenTENNiel

When Tennessee had their bicentenniel, the top of the liscence plate read bicenTENNiel.

Someone stole our liscence plate. The cops came and sat at our kitchen table and took a report. We had to move the car to our landlord's parking lot so it didn't look like our car was abandoned on the street. My oldest sister once worked for the local sherrif's office, then the Tenn. Highway Patroll. Now she works for the DOT. She was the first person I called. Of course I forgot that my mom is both knowledgable about the ways of the world, and is friends with over half of the county she lives in. She was able to quickly get us a replacement plate and it is being mailed to us now.

I have a pot. I need a plant. Perhaps I'll grow a pineapple.

Josh Cochran is working with Jamie Caliri on comic stuff for the movie Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. You have to HAVE TO check out Jamie's stop motion paper animations. One was the closing credits of Lemony Snicket (the best part of the movie) and another was a United Airlines commerical which you can watch on his website.

I'm trying not to get too excited for the kavalier and clay movie as I'm sure it won't be out for a long long time... I wish I still had a copy of that book. I'd love to reread it.

Poster Child

Can anyone recommend a good cleaner for my glasses that won't leave them streaked and foggy?

My friend ("best man" in the comments section, and the hot chick on a bike with racing stripes in earlier posts) has been the poster child to stay on your own two feet, until recently. Two years ago, on her way to my house, she was skateboarding (do you longboard, or do you skateboard on a longboard?) through prospect park. She calls me and through her tears apologizing that she can't come over to help me pack. She's had an accident. "Are you okay, are you bleeding, where are you, I'll come meet you." She's stubborn, that one. She already had help and was heading to the hospital with her toothless mouth and bleeding head, but she needed to call and apologize that she couldn't come over. She doesn't even remember calling me now. But she wouldn't let me come to the hospital. She still has a place on her forhead that will puff up into a bump on occasion... I think something leaks from her skull.

Last week she was biking home late at night and she got side-swiped by a taxi. She finally went to the doctor a few days later and found out she has whiplash... on her walk from the doctor back to work, she got hit in the head by a pigion. There goes my claim that she's a good example to remain a pedestrian. Now I think she needs a Pope-mobile.

Anal what?

Today was gradauation day (for our school... not the nation wide graduation day that i never knew existed {ignore that}). I didn't go, didn't have a ticket, but the school had a reception for the staff tonight at Blue Water Grill. That was fun because I could never afford blue water grill, and the wife doesn't do seafood. Had some oysters and clams and lobster legs, and of course top shelf open bar meant rum and coke. Over tuna wellington and sea bass, I talked with my friends about BeBe's anal sac leakage.

nothing banal about it...

the dog is having some doggie problems. in trying to learn more about the situation i stumbled upon the following in animation glory.

red, white and blaine?

so i watched the amazing(!) david blaine tonight. he boggles my mind, and i am in awe of him. when he was coming out of his bubble i noticed the camera kept showing this kid that looked very familiar to me. then i remembered, michael, from my clowning class in college. michael, a shy, overweight, freshman major in who knows what. then the announcer says, "david blaine's brother, michael, just graduated from nyu..." wtf?!? ok, i guess i was in class with david blaine's brother michael for a whole semester and didn't know it.

nightgowns

There's an overweight old lady that lives next door with her middle-aged overweight gay son. At night I can see her sitting in her chair next to a lamp, wearing her nightgown with a little table in front of her. She has her glasses on and she's sewing or crocheting or something like that. Sometimes I see her in the spot working on her crafts in the wee hours of the night/morning. She reminds me of my mother. Her son lies on the couch watching tv.

Years ago I wrote poetry. For a two year span I was quite the poet. I would often get encouraged by something, and stop what I was doing, grab a scrap of paper and write. I don't think I have any of the poetry saved (unless there's a few random poems in my old xanga).

I hit a car last night... the dent was already there though. The guy thought I was driving drunk...

The wife read an article in the Times Magazine about how research shows that no one is born with natural inclinations towards being great at something (i.e. sports, math, art) but rather pratice and encouragement makes people great at something. I think that I'm okay/pretty good at a lot of things rather than being great at one single thing. (I'm not digging for compliments with that.)

I saw David Blane and his bubble.

Come On Ride the Train........ And Ride It

Last night we saw Art School Confidential for free. I'm glad we saw it for free. As a movie, it was so-so, but I did find it hilarious! I think that since I was an art school student and I work at an art school and I know about the art world, I might have found it much funnier than most. I do want to see it again (probably on DVD) but again, mostly for the humor and not the quality of film making.

After we saw the film, we took THE NEW YORK EXPERIENCE train ride. First, we'd been talking about the bad back lot NYC that the movie had (not as bad as the movie Rent's bad nyc set), so when we got on the most stereotypical train ever, it ended the night perfectly. At one end of the train we had the crazy homeless man. He was talking loudly in Spanish and moving all about, kneeling and worshiping his bookbag at one point. It was one of those rare un-airconditioned cars too, so his smell was the train's smell. The motions he was making and the speed he was speaking made it look like he was directing a film.
Close to him was the group of effeminate gay boys. College guys that were catty and fashionable. Then next to us was the loud, ghetto, ebonic speaking, fake Louis-Vouton carrying black ladies. They were loud and obnoxious. There was also the makeout couple and other 'normal' New Yorkers. My favorite though was sitting across from me. He was an F-to-M tranny that hadn't had top surgery yet. That's okay though because he was chubby so it worked. The thing that was ruining his image though was that he had perfectly waxed eyebrows. He'd grown a goatee, so why was he still waxing the brows?
It was a fun night.