Video of the Day: Reporter in Front of His Own Burning Home

For those of you living under a rock here's what's been going on is SoCal...

Purple Haze

Well, not so much "purple" as it is burnt sienna and not so much a "haze" as it is a thick (thicker than usual anyway) smog.

Ahhh, living in L.A.

Benadryl is Your Friend

It is certainly mine at this point in time. I would say I'm sick as a dog but I had that privilege yesterday. Today I am in sinus/allergy limbo, where it could go either way, depending.

I tried to write, but I wasn't up for the task of actually having to think about what I wanted to say on paper, and I kept thinking everything was crap anyway so I decided it would better serve me to edit my material in a better frame of mind.

I have been self medicating for a day now (I really don't like taking pills so I tried to rough it the first day, bad idea) and am looking forward to popping those two sweet little pills into my mouth, only to be unconscious sometime thereafter. I remember the first time I took Benadryl and it knocked me on my ass, in a wonderful, trippy kind of way. However, seeing as I might have to operate heavy machinery later on (i.e. my car, getting me to the kickball game, where I will not play, just watch) I have some time before my awesome date with the Dryl.

Video of the Day: Rude Awakening

Second Verse, Better Than the First....

So I literally just finished my first draft of my new spec, (the actual first draft being more of a "rough" aka, shitty, draft). And I must say I'm feelin' good about this one. Things were a bit murky and slow going in the middle but by the time I got to the end I was moving a lot more quickly and now it's done. I'll take a day off, read and relax a bit and then hit it head on starting on Friday, getting a second draft done.

Writing can be utterly frustrating but so f'in fulfilling...

Kickball Recap

We had our regular Monday night kickball game and I am proud to report that after three games I finally got on base! And eventually made it all the way around to second! whoo-hoo. I'm used to kicking the shit out of the ball and having them caught, or trying to bunt only to have myself thrown out at first. But this time, I got a grounder and the guy bobbled the ball, allowing me to get on base:). Better yet, our team won, which makes us 2-2 I believe. Sweet.

WTF? #2

When I was at Target yesterday I was walking to the electronics section and on my way there what did I pass? An entire section of Halloween candy and accessories. That in and of itself wasn't odd, it's SUPPOSED to be there, it's Halloween season after all. No, what I found odd was what was across the aisle from the oodles and oodles of Halloween candy: CHRISTMAS CARDS.

That's right, we're no longer waiting for November 1st it seems, that's just too far away. Hell, we're not even waiting until the end of October. We've got to start Christmas shopping RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!.

Arrgh.

Night on the Town

I don't get out much. It's due to various reasons that I will not go into detail here, but yeah, one can consider me a type of shut in come the weekend. It pains me at times because I feel I should be partying my ass off every Friday and Saturday night, and occasionally I will, but as time goes on I find myself preferring the company of Battlestar Galactica.

It wasn't always this way. I was whittled down over time. Living in L.A. you'd think there were grand opportunities to party, and there are, but mostly if you're rich and willing to stand in line and be dismissed by a portly body guard for wearing the wrong jeans. I have not done this because I don't own a $300 pair of jeans, so I see no point in the humilation.

Instead, I'd hang out with a few people at what would be described as "dive bars". For me, the dive bar is not the place I'd like to spend a lot of my free weekend time. Especially since I tend to be an asshole magnet and always end up with the weird city guys hitting on me. I had one experience where this guy thought it would be cute to hover over my shoulder while I was ordering at the bar and then refuse to back away when I tried to leave. He just stared at me and for a moment I thought I was going to be stabbed. With Love, of course, but stabbed nonetheless. He finally did get the hint, probably due to my every so bitchy, "move the fuck out of my way" facial expression. But he didn't make it easy to move past him.

Since this is a lot of what I'd get going out in L.A. over time it just became a pointless endeavor. For guys, they get all the hot young things trying to become actresses. For women, or more specifically, ME, I get the Creepy Guys, and the Old Black Dudes and the occasional illegal immigrant (don't ask). Not to encouraging.

So for a while I traded in weekend nights out for Best Week Ever and the aforementioned Battlestar. And I got used to it. And eventually I gave up on going out, because, really, what was the use? Even though it's L.A. at some point it's just the same old people doing the same old things.

But I went out last night. Though I had to force myself. I didn't want to but my friend had another friend in town so I said, "what the hell". We ended up going to an awesome bar called the Library Bar downtown, which had great jukebox music (Modest Mouse!) and cool drinks. I had an ale/lager (not sure) called an Old Rasputin and though I hate Guinness I enjoyed the Rasputin. I even got hit on, by a young man just out of the Navy (save the jokes), who wasn't a Creepy White Guy or an Old Black Man. It was refreshing to say the least.

Is there hope after all? Who knows, I'll just have to continue being social and see what happens.

Video of the Day: VIRGO

This is the video that represents my birth month? Holy Jesus. Thanks for the heads up, Lovely!

For Mike: Video of the Day

So tacky it'll seal your mouth shut. If you've already seen it, enjoy it all over again!