The greatest rap ever written in a few hours at work ever (I'm the poetest)

The greatest rap ever written in a few hours at work ever (I'm the poetest)

This is what you get when you ask me to write a rap at work:

(Yeah. Yeah. Uh-huh. Ugh.)

The metaphysical, metaphorical
categorical, hypothetical
describes me
you MC
now let me shift into another beat

Whippin' it good to the do-re-mi
back to the beginning with the so-la-ti I'm
all about the cycles in this dream called life
from feast into famine or joy into strife
If chaos follows order, then what follows next?
What dreams may come after is the thing that has me vexed
It's the thoughts that I think as I drink the summer breeze
keep me swift, keep me strong, keep me up off my knees
Will the flowers bloom again? Will the sun rise tomorrow?
Will we ever graduate from hunger, hate and sorrow?
We can think about these problems, but the answers lie in dreams
We need to ford the rivers of unconsciousness streams
If we're strong, we'll keep on floating 'til the sea meets the sky
'Cause beyond the horizon is where our common ground lies

So ill...

Watching:

Castle in the Sky

The Aristocrats

The Leopard

Superman: The Movie

Listening to:

Haunted

Reading:

Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings

Planetes, Book 1

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DANGER: FATAL DOSES OF ILLNESS!...of the hip-hop variety

DANGER: FATAL DOSES OF ILLNESS!...the hip-hop variety

We had a rap-off after work today. It was three white guys--myself included--taking the day to write rhymes so they can spit 'em out at the end of the day. We viewed it as a contest at first, but we decided that you can't judge art. (Well maybe you can...fascist...) After dinner I'll post a full transcript of my lyrics. Phat beats not included.

Also, here are the apartment pictures as promised! (Ill beatbox drum roll, please...)


Here's the building itself. Charming without being effete, no? I feel homey (yet rugged) just looking at it.


Our apartment's front door. Surely you've seen one before but rarely as majestic!


Do not be alarmed. We're just seeing the same front door from the interior of the apartment. You can see a bit of the living room/dining room in this one.


Here's our dining room all up in your grill.


Our massive kitchen with chic 70's blue counters.


A hallway.


The only bathroom in the Greater Los Angeles area with a fan in the bathroom.

And the moment you've all been waiting for... A moment so momentous we couldn't contain it in a single photographic image... The bedroom!


The Westside.


East Coast.

And there's the new digs. We start moving in little stuff this weekend, and officially move in the big dogs the following weekend. Huzzah!

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The Irish Luck loophole

The Irish Luck loophole

I figured out why I won the $5 Day raffle. I never actually put in any money. Our stand-in--the guy that literally "stands in" for John Larroquette while our guys light the shot--donated $20 to be split four ways by our base camp co-ordinator. She put the names of four of the production assistants on the four five dollar bills, my name being one of the four. So it wasn't my luck that won that raffle: it was our stand-in's. His name? Bill Flannery. How's that for the luck of the Irish?

By the way, where I was formerly found here, smack dab in the middle of Los Angeles, I can now be found here, a lazy, green area of the city where honest laborers toil in the sun, drink lemonade when they're thirsty and dream of a better world for their kin. Really, it doesn't even look like it's part of the Greater Los Angeles area. It's in the mountains. It looks more like parts of New Mexico than Southern California. Click on the "Satellite" button in the upper right corner of the second link to check out the terrain. Oh, how I look forward to moving in. Pictures, as always, will be forth-coming.

Reading:

Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings

Planetes, Book 1

Sebastian O

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Luck of the .00001% Irish

Luck of the .00001% Irish

I'm not sure I've ever had a day go so completely beyond expectations as it did this past Friday. We had a late call (11 AM) and a wrap out of that current location, so I anticipated leaving work at around 2 AM that night. That wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't been raining all day and--though very low on my list of priorities--St. Patrick's Day.

Here's what actually happened:

One of the electricians got injured, so I took over from him during the day and got a $25 increase in pay for doing so.

It rained, but not too much.

We wrapped early.

I won the $5 Day raffle, which entails writing one's name on a five dollar bill, putting it in a box and hoping your bill is drawn. If it is, you win the pot. The pot in this case was $175. For those of you keeping tally at home, I drove off Friday with an extra $200 than I was anticipating.

Production bought a couple of 12-packs for every department, so after work some of us stayed and enjoyed a few beers after a hard day's work.

I told this story to my parents, and my mom said it must be the fraction of Irish blood in me reacting with Friday being St. Patrick's Day. This being the cast, I'm assuming our director of photography, Brian Shanley, received the question to life, the universe and everything after work.

Watching:

V for Vendetta

The Baxter

Ultimate Avengers

Blind Chance

Reading:

Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings

Planetes, Book 1

Marvel Boy (Finished.)

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