ah yes, the ups and downs of life.
up: many home-related things happened at work this week, including selling the score to oklahoma and several copies of the outsiders. i also met two girls from tulsa, one a few years older than me who graduated from hale high school and one who refuses to change her license even after living here for nine years. damn, i should've checked to see if we knew any mutual people. hey, it could totally happen. the license put one at 11th and yale, and i lived right across the street from hale in another life.
down: this morning it was hotter here than in arizona. never mind that the thermometers in each place eventually changed places. derek got a thunderstorm there, with big thunder and lightning and the whole works. grrrr, i feel so cheated by living here. welcome to the hotel suckifornia.
up: derek talked to his boss today about going ahead with the move and boss man is all for it. our options at this point are being whittled down to portland and denver i think, so the coin flip should be happening soon. we're MOVING! EEE!!!
down: i suck at celebrity spotting. when heath ledger or mandy patinkin or jon voight are standing right next to you, i bet you would recognize them. wouldn't you? wouldn't you?!?!? damn. i didn't. sorry liz. whoops.
up: derek the wonder stimpy is back home after his trip to arizona. the trip where he ate "good home cooking" and got to be in a thunderstorm. we should probably kill him just for the sake of being fair, but i like having him around. and he's cuuuute.
down: the scales are tipping. since moving here i have actually gained weight. at first i lost some just because i hated all the food, but now the pounds have come back and seemingly brought their friends along for the ride. fatty gotta lay off the cookies for a few weeks. waahh waaahh waaahhh. boo hoo.
up: random driving led us past a store in burbank. it's the LORD OF THE RING jewelry store! i thought we were never going to stop laughing at that one. yes, it's goofy, but you take what you can get sometimes for laughs.
down: my "stupid american" shirt is too cool for los crapeles. when i put it on, it's the social equivalent of wearing a pipe bomb out of the house. the general public either asks me "but what does it mean?" or gets irate that i have it on at all. they don't get the meaning of words like irony very well around here. last week someone said to me, "well, i guess that's what i fought in the war for. hmph." he didn't seem any happier when i replied, "the first amendment? yes it is." one man yesterday even told me how he felt personally insulted by my shirt. i asked him if he found the constitution offensive and he said, "well yes, of course." i'm seriously hoping that he misunderstood the question... and that he's incapable of reproducing.
up: my "stupid american" shirt is too cool for los crapeles. with so many people getting offended by my shirt, i get to rub it in how fucking uptight and conservative this place really is and show off my biting humor at the same time. to be honest, i probably wouldn't even fight back in such a snotty way if these people didn't look so confused by the initial response of "it's just irony" that i give out. heh, they're probably just pissed that they have to go look up a new word in the dictionary. the next shirt i design will say "white people are boring" so that i can see if people will dare react to a racist shirt that's insulting the majority. wanna lay bets on the fact that the dumbasses around here will actually think it's funny?
(random thought - why didn't this odd shit happen to me in the bible belt? shouldn't they have burned me at the stake back home? am i in an alternate universe? when is allen funt finally going to come out of the woodwork and introduce me to the live studio audience?)
BONUS TIDBIT: my car got searched at the airport! in my world that can only be considered a good sign. if you don't believe me, just go back and read about our trip to tulsa in july. things have got to be looking up, kiddies. wheee.
3 comments:
You stood next to Mandy Patinkin?!? Did he smell good? I once stood next to Jon Voigt myself. Don't remember how he smelled.
Mandy Patinkin!? I might have wet myself if I had found myself next to him. He's one of those inexplicably hot-because-he's-creepy older men.
It's awesome that you'll be moving away from LA. I've never lived there, but being Seattle-raised, I've been conditioned to believe that all sorts of suckage eminate from the smog there. Oh, and Portland rocks! And if you live there, we could totally hook up the next time I've visiting my parents in Seattle. Woot!
before i leave i'll keep my eyes peeled for another mandy patinkin sighting on behalf of my girls.
this week did bring in mariette hartley and charles fleischer/roger rabbit. i think i actually recognized mariette hartley - AND she did a bad ass ren hoek impersonation when we were talking about ren and stimpy.
but then i wrapped a present for maria bello without knowing it until she left. let me just say, though, that chick really is a total fucking hottie. at least i noticed that much.
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