Out of order

Out of order

Sorry for anyone who's been expecting a call or gotten cut off while talking to me this past week (I'm thinking of Nick and Kate in particular), my phone service been spotty at best the past few days. I got to speak to my parents for about twenty minutes today, and that's pretty much the extent I've gotten my phone to work.

It's incredibly frustrating to be having a shitty week and not get to talk to the people who can cheer you up. By "you" I mean "me" in this case.

In more positive news, I've only got three more days of work before I fly home for two weeks. I am so goddamn excited to be coming home. Unfortunately my last two days of work are split days, which means I have to work from 3PM to 3AM.

As I told some of my coworkers earlier this week: someone's gonna get cut. If I don't have a real blade handy when I snap, I'll grab the nearest toothbrush and fashion a shiv.

I can't wait for a (hopefully) quiet flight home.

Interesting sidenote: Warren Ellis is now my friend on friendster. I'm going to ask him to go get an ice cream with me sometime. Or perhaps a frozen yogurt. And we'll laaaaugh...

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Hey! It's...uh...that dude!

Hey! It's...uh...that dude!

Because Larroquette's directing this episode of McBride, he's gotten parts for all of his actor friends. This means that everyday I come to work, I meet a new and very recognizable person. To name a few: there's Richard Fancy, Mr. Lippman from Seinfeld; there's Stephen Tobolowsky, Sammy Jankins from Memento; there's Jack Riley from several Mel Brooks' movies and from Attack of the Killer Tomatoes!; and Charlie Dell who's been in every TV show and commercial ever, David Bowe, Weird Al's partner in UHF. These are guys who are instantly familiar, but are usually described in terms of that guy who played the main security guard in Movie X. It would've been nice if all of these guys had pictures attached to their names, but some didn't even turn up pictures after a Google search. It's nice to be working with people I recognize for once. It's like working on a real movie.

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I saw The Life Aquatic today. That has to be one of the most supremely bizarre and most surreal films I've seen...well, ever. You'll know what I'm talking about after seeing it yourselves. I'm going to wait to review it before I see it again. I think I liked it. It was exactly what I was hoping to see; Wes Anderson's most self-indulgent work. Impressive, because Wes Anderson is a self-indulgent filmmaker. It's most certainly a masterpiece, but I find it mostly inscrutable on its first viewing. I guess I'll see it again when I get home. Any takers?

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Listening to:

"Megalomaniac", Incubus (A guilty pleasure to be sure, but the refrain is just so damn catchy.)

"So Pathetic", Local H (Second verse, same as the first. At least it's not Incubus again, right?)

Real Gone, Tom Waits (Music that's thicker than syrup. It's like a symphony of distortion and buried lyrics. What an amazing album.)