I love that my
idea of slacking is writing an entry about slacking.
It's slacking because I haven't taken the time to
upload the videos and make all the entry bars and
embed the video links, etc. I'm slightly burnt out to
say the least. But of course I'm still writing. It's
the busy-work that I will someday pay someone else to
do that is the real foundation of this site. Remember
- all this shit is by hand. Other bloggers that just
log into a site and type their thoughts and hit
submit? Fuck them. LOL. It's all part of a master-plan
of course. It's why I can't imagine anyone going from
1 to 1000 with a normal blog, but it happens quite
often with The Journey. There's a painstaking amount
of effort put into the details to make this one
congruent story that you really can go all the way
through.
But right now? I
am sooooooooooooo enjoying the jet-lag. It doesn't
matter if I go to sleep at midnight and get up at
8am... come 2 or 3? I crash like I'm coming off a
sugar high and take a 2 hour nap. And I have nowhere
to be, nothing to do (except get up all the entries in
July) and I am LOVING it. I meet with
Weller/Grossman next week for our first production
meeting... my agent is out of town all next week - for
once the normal excruciating bureaucracy of Hollywood
is a welcome respite from my over-productive mottis
operandi. Oh and I LOVE my house.
I LOVE my freaking TV! OMG! Remember how big
that shit is? I totally forgot. I watched the 30
June videos on it the other night and my jaw just
dropped.
Not a big fan of
my renter burning holes in my rug because brotha
smoked a HOOKAH in the living room and the hookah got
knocked over and all the coals fell out. My favorite
part of this story? He blamed it on the dog. LOL.
I shit you not. He's clearly a little nervous
when he's telling me what happened (he's 19, and my
voice is big so it's kinda fun) and he goes: "And uhm,
dude - like I think CeBe knocked it over or
something I don't know..." not even for a second
thinking of the audacity of blaming the dog when you
decided it was a good idea to smoke a HOOKAH in the
living room. LOL. You actually have to laugh. It's
like having a kid that accidentally sets fire to the
living room rug... oh shit. Ha! He totally pulled a
Marty McFly! 'Cept wasn't Marty 9 when he did that?
Dawg has no excuse. Anyway - it's all short-lived as
he lost his job and can't afford to stay (he was gonna
stay for the summer) and is now heading back east in a
couple weeks. He says he'll pay me for the rug but I
will be shocked if he actually does. I will publically
exhonerate you Matt if you ever do, but my experience
says I should've just confiscated your laptop.
:-) Life's too short to make battles over "the
principle" of it. Ever notice that? Whenever you hear
someone say "but it's the principle of it!" ... it's
almost always petty and something that they should let
slide. In most cases, fighting for "principle" is a
giant sign for that person that reads:
"I'M NOT HAPPY WITH MY LIFE.
And THESE are the battles I choose." Strange, 5 years
ago I would've felt the exact opposite. It was all
about principle - all about standing up for what's
right and although I still do that for the big
things... I have to focus my energy on shit that
matters now. The hookah story is a funny anecdote and
asking for integrity at 19 is like asking for
integrity in Hollywood. Never expect it and be
surprised when it happens.
Oh and I'm going
to San Francisco tomorrow. I think my friends know
that I'm bound by this site to accept anything that is
even remotely interesting... simply for the Journey
entry. I can't say no. It was the same thing with Adam
Darling in March. That was a remarkable amount of free
work... but it was an interesting read - so I just did
it, no questions asked. However, I actually do
want to support Paddy's short film that got into a
film festival up there. "Spam Job" is incredibly well
done and please add him (Padraic Culham) on Facebook
so you can updates as to where it's playing around the
country. Very original, very Paddy... and although the
fucking last thing I want to do right now is travel in
a car for a total of 12 hours in a 24 hour period -
it's another entry and I'm trying to get to 1000 on
January 2nd, 2010. It's gonna take everything I've
got.
...including 10
4-Square show entries which I really shouldn't be
slackin' on so hard, but after Comedy Central it just
doesn't hold the same allure. Other than the fact that
it's just really fuckin' fun. I'll get it goin' here
soon...
...for now I have
some sleepin' to do - 'cause (yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn)
it's hittin 2pm. Whew. This is literally the most
relaxed and happy I've been... ever. I have been
schemin' my entire life and this is honest-to-goodness
the only time I can remember mentally being able to
slow down.
...which you all
may need to do to enjoy this video. (sigh) --quick
aside, who starts 3 paragraphs in a row with elipses?
A poor writer that's who -- so I went back and forth
on whether to share this video because it's hard to
not seem a little creepy for having a video camera in
a bathroom stall. However, with my pocket cam - it's
just always there and the dude next to me who was
mumbling to his sphincter ad nauseum was too much to
ignore. It's barely audible (and even living it, you
could hardly understand anything) but I love it
when he moves a bit too much and the toilet
automatically flushes illiciting "I'm not done yet!"
from the poor bastard.
I also love that
after the toilet flushing 4 times, he takes a piss in
it and then walks out. HA. That's comedy gold right
there. There is something wrong with me for posting
this, right? I went back and forth but the bottom line
is - it's the truth. I did it. I think it's
funny, and the last thing I'm gonna do is worry about
being strange at this point. That ship sailed when I
had an imaginary camera I mugged to instead of an
imaginary friend when I was 5. I'm just not
normal.
But that does mean
I'm in the running for the Dos Equis guy in 30 years.
Interesting.
