The Battle of the Blinds

The Battle of the Blinds

After Raymond Shaw and his summer (and only) love sit together after getting married in The Manchurian Candidate, he remarks to her as she walks up to him the morning after in a bathrobe and flips on the television: "It strikes me that there are two types of people in the world: those that automatically turn the television on, and those that automatically turn the television off." There's a similar phenomenon in my apartment. I wake up in the morning. I take a shower. I open the blinds to my room. I open my bedroom door, walk to the living room windows, open the blinds. I walk to the kitchen windows, open the blinds. I like to be able to sit in my own home with the door unlocked because I feel safe in my home. My apartment-mate (not my roommate) has the opposite tendencies. Even when people are home--even when he himself is home--he not only locks the door, he bolts it. He closes all the blinds, then he goes to his room and shuts the door. It, frankly...is driving me bat-shit insane. I don't want to rock the boat and open the blinds right after he closes them or anything because I'm really just borrowing his space for a few months, but I feel like I'm in a goddamn lockdown whenever he walks in. Far be it for me to feel safe living in Brentwood...with an automatic lock on the front door...and on the elevator and stairwell...and with everyone around us making upwards of $60,000 a year. I'm pretty sure if there's a killer smart enough to know which direction to point a gun, he (or she, let's be fair here) would be smart enough to know that robbing us would be a waste of time. In fact, it'd fucking idiotic. Grrr...

Oh, by the way I've been offered work as an extra on this September's new TV series "LAX". As you all will undoubtedly watch the show, you can do a Where's Waldo search for me. If you see an out of focus blob that looks like--in the right light and squinting--it could be me, there'll be a slight possibility that it is. At least it's a paying gig, right? Right.

Unfortunately I discovered the correct (out of eight) VH-1's that has "I Love the 90's" today. *sigh* I'm done for.

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What did I learn today?

Haircuts are way too damn expensive in Los Angeles, thus my hair has yet to be shorn.

I still haven't mmmmmmmtechnically graduated because of universtity bureaucracy.

Community college course are expensive when you're not a state resident.

I'm not as indifferent to Dustin Hoffman as I once thought.

No matter how careful I am, everytime I open my computer something always goes wrong once I put it back together.

Librarians at the West Los Angeles Public Library branch aren't mean, but they're also not really nice. They're more like...spitefully benign.