Far be it for me to jinx anything

Far be it for me to jinx anything

Lance Armstrong is so incredible. With all sarcasm aside, he makes me proud to be an American. You'll need a registration at NYTimes.com to read the article.

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Songs du Jour:

Beastie Boys, "The Brouhaha"

Air, "How Does It Make You Feel?"

Lou Reed, "Walk on the Wild Side"

Spoon, "Stay Don't Go"

The Smiths, "Ask"

They said I was mad! MAAAAD!

They said I was mad! MAAAAD!

A few months ago I encouraged you who visit my site to take a look at a brilliant trailer for a little film called Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle. When I talked to people about it, they told me they thought it wouldn't be worth seeing because it would just be a comedy in the American Pie vein. Nevermind that I laughed my ass off at American Pie, I was convinced that Harold and Kumar would be something incredibly gratifying to watch. For Christ's sake, it has Neil Patrick Harris in it. I humbly direct your attention here.
I also humbly say "MUHUHAHAHAHAHAH!"

I'm going to check to see if these cats are right about it tonight at a sneak preview. Look for the review later on.

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This is what happens

This is what happens

So I tried to pick a fight with Jake Busey last night. He was cool about it though. I mean, he didn't kick my ass or anything. Fear the wrath of an unlimited bar tab and tall glasses. Yeesh.

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Cabin fever

Cabin fever

So here I am, waiting for phone calls to come in so I can go out and do work. Clint called me tonight and said he got ahold of our actress. She says she's ready to go come September. Clint asks about August, and she says that could work, too. As of now, I've got a two month period I'm looking at for when we start shooting. There's still a lot to do for this thing, but my job seems to be relegated to reminding people to do things (i.e. calling people to remind them about production meetings, reminding Clint to lock up someone for wardrobe, etc.). In the meantime, I've been looking for apartments online, making appointments for oil changes, annnnnnd...watching movies? Playing video games? Waiting for expected phone calls for work? It's killing me. My social skills have absolutely atrophied by being able to do pretty much everything from my desk in my apartment. I haven't been getting out to do much because the people I know are either working, in their late 30's or both. It's a big gear change from being in college when everyone I knew was within 3 years of my age. Man, I either need to get a day job or start fighting crime with my own brand of vigilante justice. Normally I'd go for "B", but I really need the money.

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One hundred is about twenty too much

One hundred is about twenty too much

I like warm weather just as much as the next guy, but I don't like the feeling of skin peeling off my bones. I'm sure the next guy is with me on this one, too. It was 100 degrees today in Santa Clarita where I was working today. Granted, it was only a few hours of work--from leaving the apartment at 10 AM to getting back to real air conditioning at probably 4 PM--but that's a pretty long time when you're just standing around in the sun. It was so hot the Earth burst into flames. You'll have to take my word on it if you don't want to register at The Los Angeles Times Online.

By the way, here's the guy I'm working for. You'll have to ignore that they misspelled Eric Bana's name in the article. You'll also have to excuse the picture. I've never seen him look like that. He's a goofy bastard, and that picture belies that. Picture him like that sans facial hair and goofy as hell.

I think my plans for the rest of the day will be to down a few cold ones and watch some moving pictures. Ahhhhh.

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