knew this was the incorrect choice going in. But I
procrastinated too long and was stuck not making an
appointment for my title transfer at the DMV. I would
have to wait in line. Didn't really bother me, I
actually enjoy lines when I'm ready for them. I love
seeing people get pissed. It's the highlight of my
day. The post office is the fuggin' best
man people get so shitty there. And I'm always
thinking: "Don't you watch the news? These are not the
people you wanna piss off".
I truly wasn't prepared for this madhouse. I got there
at 1:45 (half-day at work), and waited in line for 30
minutes to get a number. My number was B396. There
were 10 letters A-J all with numbers in the hundreds.
We were at B223 when I walked in. I sit down, and some
dude says he's been there since 11 AM. I then watched
the TV monitor for 15 minutes and watch B go to 226 in
that time. All the other numbers edged up too. Simple
arithmetic told me there were not only 170 B's ahead
of me (whatever the hell that means) but probably a
good 700 people in all ahead of me. Is that crazy or
what? This is just for the city of Van Nuys. I know, I
know - should have gone to Simi Valley (what
everyone's been telling me 'round here).
I get in my car and leave, go home check my email. Go
to Subway and get a sandwich, then remembered about my
portable DVD player. Grabbed that and the first season
of Awful Truth with Michael Moore and hurried back.
Guess where the numbers were after an
problem, I just sat in a corner and watched my
personalized TV show, feeling quite embarrassed at a
particular episode where Michael took a bunch of gay
guys around in a sodomobile to all the states that
still had sodomy laws and proceeded to shove it in
people's faces. Quite funny, but still a little
uncomfortable with people looking over your shoulder.
Especially since I had headphones on, so it wasn't
really clear why I was watching a big pink bus full of
guys making out. Heh.
6 episodes, my battery finally died. And yet I still
waited. That's right. 4 hours. At 5:45 after they had
already closed, my number finally came up and it took
roughly 5 minutes to sign it all over. Why the hell
couldn't this be done through the mail or on the net?
I mean I can do my TAXES online without ever signing
my name, but I can't get a CAR title transferred?
really kills me is once they locked the doors at 5:30,
they started kicking ever-lovin' ass. Every window was
flying and the numbers sped up to 4 times the speed.
Nothin' like quitin' time to make people actually WORK
for a living. Anyway, I know this certainly didn't
deserve a whole entry - but you have to find some way
to make a 4 hour wait at the DMV not a total waste of
I just have to give a nice "what the fuck" to Mr.
Jordan for last night. Why did you even bother to suit
up dawg? I completely expected him to have one last
hurrah. I expected him to swat at every ball. And
expend every bit of energy he had left. Dude sat out
the entire 4th quarter. Oh I'm sorry, except for 50
seconds in what was just embarrassing. A set-up, put
him in and foul him, so he ends it at the line and
then take him out pile-o-shit. This is the same guy
that 2 weeks ago scored 39 in New York while smashing
his head against the floor to get loose balls. I
realize this game had no playoff meaning, but come on
man - if you're gonna play, play all out. Whether you
score 30 or 20, playing all out is what makes
the other hand, he's obviously tired. He's worked 5
times harder than anyone should have to play at ANY
age. He's playing as hard as he did when he entered
the league almost 20 years ago, because the guys
around him SUCK. He played all 82 games and clawed his
way to 20 points a game on an aching, aging body. On
just about any other team, he would be the X-factor in
the playoffs. Unfortunately, he's on the most immature
team in the Eastern Conference. And in a conference
where 41-41 gets you into the playoffs, that's saying
something. No matter what, I'll always remember my
tape of the New York game a few weeks back where a 40
year old man outplayed everyone on the court, but came
up a point shy because a bunch of idiots couldn't
out-hussle a freakin' well a freakin' 40 year
old man. I'm glad he came back. He played better than
I thought anyone at 40 could play.
and by the way - screw all of you who said 60 days
would fly by. Guess what's still a goddamn month away.
I realize I am by nature a tad impatient, but anyway
you look at it - a 60 day escrow is not quick.
who'dve thunk it. This year is so surreal.
Take the discipline of "The Journey", the
entries, the videos...and place it in
DOMESTIC-VILLE with videos of houses, and
the drama of the DMV and 60 Day Escrows.
LOL. How utterly boring. Heh. Welcome to
The Boredom continues.