It doesn't hurt me...

Back from NYC.

My sinuses are in full rebellion.

Of course, all the drinking, air travel, and cigarettes are not helping.

Ring Ring.

You know what we don't see a lot of? Robots on the telephone.

Running up that hill...

Kids:

I just had pizza for lunch so I am carb drunk. That feeling of being full combined with the need for a nap. It's not too terrible, but I think I will get a cup of coffee.

I'm heading to New York this week, and that should be fun. One of my three confirmed readers is very excited for my arrival. This is my version of a shout-out, Siobhan.

It's grey here in LA. I've noticed that I tend to write in here when it's grey out. I am that predictable.

I watched the first episode of the Muppet Show a few nights ago. The very first guest star was a woman, a dancer, named Juliet Prowse. She was pretty, had immense hair that must have been a wig, and did a routine with some trippy green horse-muppets. I immediately clicked over to IMDB to see where she is now.

Dead for the past ten years. That's where she is now.

DVDs are great for letting us relive our childhoods. But then there is the inescapable truth they present us with: that except for a few people who are immortalized in some sort of recordable medium, we are all just so many sparks that fade and die upon the breeze blah blah blah.


So, this realization coupled with the fact that I am going to see Kiki "Everyone Dies" Durayne on Sunday does make me sit and stare out into space a bit.

Failure.

Today, I feel like a failure.

What this means is that I will finish up my afternoon here at work feeling vagely resentful of everything going on around me, and also getting angry at myself for being resentful and not appreciating what I have, etc.

For the most part I just want to listen to Patti Smith and stare at the ceiling. Is it the change of seasons again?

Emotional Weather Mapping

I think it would be funny for the nightly news to have something along the lines of a "Sanity Report" instead of the weather report. I mean, in LA, it's not really that important to know what the weather is. It's either sunny or the hills are on fire, or both. What I'm looking for is someone to tell me what my moods are going to be for the next few days so I can plan accordingly.

Something along the lines of:

"Well Tuck (or whatever newscaster fake name) it looks like we've got a heavy Existential Ennui front moving in from the Rockies. It buried Denver under 11 inches of dread for almost a week! It's gonna be sticking around here for a few days, so you should probably stay away from open windows and Bergman films. But as you can see here on our Channel 7 Dopple Mood-dar, we've got a nice Manic High moving in just in time for the weekend! Everything will seem shiny and very personally significant, and it will be a great time to get that backed up housecleaning done and forecast your income taxes for multiple businesses you have just thought of but will never start for the next 23 years. Those stacks of newspapers and magazines in your bedroom from all the way back to the 70's and have carried with you from multiple apartment moves won't know what hit them after you're done! That's the forecast for now. Back to you, Joyce."

I mean, wouldn't it just make life easier if we could pretend to know when the moods were going to attack?

And let's not get me started on my next program idea, "When Anxiety Attacks." That one is sure to be popular.