Ok, I should've been in bed a couple hours ago, but I've been busy. My mind is whirling. Something...someone...I'm...
Ok, what are your thoughts on Fate? I used to be a fairly solid believer in "I am the master of my soul, I am the captain of my fate." But every so often, something happpens that makes me think that maybe, sometimes, there are three women in some mythical place carefully weaving threads that will decide the events of our lives. Some things are beyond coincidence. Are Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos busy at work? I wonder...

These thoughts brought to you by the letter Gee. ;)

Ok, the Eagles lost. I know, it's only pre-season, but it doesn't bode well for the actual season that starts week after next. Let's try to think happy thoughts.

Ok, it's Friday everybody. Time to think festive, or relaxing, which ever is your pleasure. I hope you all get the one you like, or a little of both, which to me is ideal.

Cheers!

And we approach the end of another week- only one more day. In a similar metaphor, we approach the end of the summer. Labor Day weekend is the weekend after this one. This means a couple things: I will again miss an opportunity to attend Burning Man. I've been wanting to go for years, but working at a University pretty much kills that plan because this is the busiest time of the year for us. I just keep thinking, "One of these years...".
Also, with the coming of the Autumn is the arrival of Football. I know, I capitalized it. Somehow it seems like a formal name. Certainly not in reference to the way guys act while watching it, but more of how guys talk about it, with such reverential enthusiasm. I just like to go and support my team and have fun with friends. I am, however, fairly excited about this season. As a matter of fact, I'm about to leave work and go to the Hollywood Billiards to watch a pre-season Eagles game. This has GOT to be their year.
I dont' know what it is about football that makes me plan my schedule around it but there you have it. I dont' knwo if any guy coudl tell you but if he can, I could use the insight. And then tell some women, too. It might help them to understand us men(monkeys) a little bit more. :)

Ok, game time! Go Birds!

IT'S FRIDAY!! Gotta find a Happy Hour! Woo hoo!

OK, my friend Mike just sent me this link: http://www.angryalien.com/0804/jawsbunnies.asp . Just go there and laugh. Watch all of the bunny animations because they're all funny. I think I like the Jaws one and the Titanic one best, though.

Well, I had a sucky weekend. I was sick with some gastro-intestinal invader. Not good. I had tickets to go see The Damned at the House of Blues Friday night and I couldn't go. I love lighting $25 on fire. It's FUN! Money is for losers, anyway.
So Saturday night I started feeling a bit more human, but stayed in 'til Sunday morning when I decided to go to the Hollywood Farmer's Market. I'd been hearing about this thing for quite some time but hadn't gone yet. I'm not really a morning person. But since I did so much sleeping this weekend, I was up early Sunday, so I figured it was a good time. I needed some fruit anyway.
It's like a little slice of Venice Beach, but more Hollywood. Those who aren't familiar, Venice Beach is more hippie, Hollywood is more...I don't know; old school rocker/eccentric/downright crazy types. I was kinda out of it; it was hot and I had only eaten two bowls of soup in almost three days, so my brain wasn't moving at top speed. There were a few things to take pictures of but I somehow forgot to use my cam phone. Oh well.
There was this tall, dark -haired woman who was clearly a hooker just standing in the middle of the Market. So bizarre, so Hollywood. Next to her were two guys working for the DNC, yes, the Democratic National Commitee. They were, of course, trolling for dollars. gotta love their hook phrase, "Want to help get Bush out of office?" Well, yeah, who doesn't? Then they get ya with the 'gimme money' routine. I told the guy I already gave and he still pressured me for more. Fucker. I told him I'd go home to get my credit card and be right back. I lied. Instead I walked around and bought some grapes, some really tasty pears, and some peppers, and a cantaloupe. That's some good eatin'.
So then I went home and found I was pretty tired. So I chilled on the couch for a while. Yeah, how exciting. It was a low-key day of recuperation. Now I'm back at work. Sweet.
The only small ray of light is that it seems I got a promotion that I was waiting to hear about. So there's more money to look forward to. That's always a good thing.
So, back into the swing of things, folks. But the students are arriving en masse this week, so be prepared for me to be misanthropic for a while.

Cheers.

Ok, I'm grumpy today and I have a stomach ache. I don't know why. And it isn't a good way to feel with a three day weekend upon me. Damn it all. Ack.

Here it is, another hump day. It's finally after five and I can relax ...until tomorrow. Our student worker had a melt-down today. He had to go for a walk. Apparently he was found in the back cubicle with the shakes. The constant parade of people got to him; the non-stop customer service rattled him to the point of breakdown.
He was asked to leave for a while; get his head together.
Shit, man, if that's the kind of jelly-spined behiavior we have to look forward to, then for God's sake, don't come back. You need psychological stamina as well as physical stamina to stay alive in this office this time of year. If you can't take the fuckin' heat, get out of the kitchen, man!
Poor bastard han't seen anything yet, either. If he thinks this is busy, wait until August 23rd rolls around; he' s in for a brutal fuckin' eye opener. His fragile psyche is gonna snap like the bones of a football-playing kid with severe brittle bone disease. Good luck, chump.

So, my last three-day weekend is this weekend. Then it's back to the regular five-day. Where the hell did the summer go? Never enough time.

I really want to see this new movie by Zach Braff, "Garden State". It looks right up my alley. Like "Napoleon Dynamite", it's a small independent with quirky humor. But this one has the ever-so-lovely Natalie Portman. Yeah, she's barely 20 years old, but great googly-moogly, she's devastatingly gorgeous. All the right genes working for her, that's for sure.

Ok, that's enough for today, I guess. Talk to ya'll soon. Out.

Salutations, bloggers! Strange and random bits of info at the moment. Today, I met two women that have my favorite names. I discovered that one lovely lady that I know from the 'net is named Samantha. One of my favorite names ever. I also met a lovely young booze-shilling gal at a bar by the name of Alexis, another of my favorite names. I can't tell you how fascinating this is to me, as I've never met a woman with either name in my life thus far.
Strangely, they are both beautiful. Go figure.

I'm pretty intoxicated. Drunk? Maybe. So I may say things that are of dubious origin. Just call me Boozy-D.

Damn. Musta been that kamikaze.

Some Random Thoughts

Happy Wednesday. Actually, there's nothing happy about it. Things are getting busy and I'm not particularly ready for it. I need another week or two of quiet. And of course, the stupid people have already arrived in full force; people for which my patience is already exceedingly short. And how many bonehead phone calls can you possibly get? Apparently that number has no cap.

Holy crap. It's only two o'clock?! That blows. This nit-wit parade turns the clock into molasses.

I've been discombobulated lately. Staying up late- later than usual. My weekends have been spent being up all night, watching the sun come up, then either grabbing some sleep or going out for breakfast and then napping throught the afternoon. I don't know what's up. It's really screwing up my mid-week, though. Need to get more sleep during the week. I'm like a train wreck.

"But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo/What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here."
- Yeah, feeling that way lately. Maybe has something to do with my weird schedule of late. I seem to be going when everyone else is coming. There's a ribald pun in there, but I'm sure you can find it.

I'm a big fan of http://www.dictionary.com. Words are neat.

Well, this has been a weird weekend. Only because I haven't been able to get myself to sleep at a decent hour. Actually, I haven't been to be this weekend before the sun came up- much like right now. Good thing I have today off work.
I don't know what's up. Something won't let me go to sleep. I think I'll just stay up today; no sense in sleeping now. I don't want to sleep all day and then not go to bed until three or four in the AM tomorrow. So maybe I'll go grocery shopping or something. Mmm, breakfast. That's what I should do. Maybe go to Swingers. They make a good breakfast. Haven't been there in forever.

You know, I've noticed there are a lot of assholes with computers. Ok, that's no big revelation, but it's amazing how many people have so little to occupy themselves in life that they have to spend it insulting people, spreading hatred all over the place. So many small minds with no lives to speak of. It's annoying, but ultimately, these folks only have my pity.
It's a terrible waste of protoplasm. Think of all the endangered species we could save, or all the extinct species we could bring back if we could exchange all these ignorant people spreading their hate and small mindedness.
The world would surely be a better place.

Well, another late night. I had some pics to downlaod so here I am. Just had a night at Jumbo's Clown Room. Hadn't been there for a while, so it was time. I always have fun there, it truely is the happiest place on earth. :)
Jumbo's is technically in the 'strip club' catagory, but it's really just a little neighborhood Hollywood bar with a stage on the right side. There's no cover (yet) and they have a great jukebox for the girls to use. My friend Grant Langston wrote a great song about the Clown Room. His link is on the right side of this blog. He sings, "The girls ain't pretty, but you have a real nice time." Well, that's kind of the running joke about Jumbo's, and it may have been somewhat true some years ago, but I don't think so anymore. There are quite a few lovely women there now. Look for Lynn, Pris, Mecca, Gypsy, Ava, J.J., Velvet Rose, Faith, and Erica, just off the top of my head.
Now, I don't mean to diminish any of the other dancers abilities or loveliness, but there is one girl there that has, without question, monopolized my attention. Her name is Lola, and I know I'm not the only one that feels the way I do about her. She is likely the most popular dancer at Jumbo's and if you see her, you'll know why without any doubt.
She is the epitome of everything a dancer of this type should be. No, she's not the blonde, blue-eyed, slinky pole kitten you expect in L.A.'s strip clubs. Lola is this hip-shakin', tattoo-covered, Betty Page-like, dark-haired spitfire that is cute to the power of ten, and ten times as sexy. I actually believe she is the hottest woman I have ever seen. There are a lot of beautiful women in the world, no doubt, but being in the presence of Lola is like nothing else on earth for me. I really can't say enough good things about her.
It's entirely possible that my infatuation is standing on the precipice of obsession, but not in the creepy stalker sort of way. I don't think I have what it takes to be a full-fledged stalker. It takes a lot of time and resources to do that sort of thing, and quite frankly, I can't afford to take that much tme off work to follow her around. I need my paycheck, meager as it is, and who can afford those high-powered binoculars and monster telephoto lenses for their camera? Not me. For now, it's enough to see her every so often at Jumbo's Clown Room for a few hours of bliss. The unobtainable is always at the top of our wish list.
Oh, look. The sun is coming up. Time for sleep.