All right, driver, once around the park, slowly, and keep your eyes on the road.

So today was a day of brilliant efficiency on my part. Yeah, that's the kind of thing that makes me happy, what? Anyway, I awoke early because I had a plan: yoga, surf with Beck (no, not that one, he probably can't even swim), drop board and wetsuit at Melah's, get gas, drive to my place and pick up dirty  clothes and dirty suit and shoes and tie and belt and what what, drop suit at cleaners (twenty bucks to get it in one day! Damn!), get oil change (this was the nice part as I got to sit around and read the paper while eating five, yes five, delicious shrimp tacos), do laundry at laundromat while reading LA Times, pick up suit (twenty bucks!), sit in traffic, pick up smelly seven year old, back to Melah's and an hour of target practice, and now here it is: blog time while Melah tells me about her union meeting. Nice day, eh? If she ever stops talking I'm going to take her to a really nice little Italian joint in Culver City. Don't hold your breath.

Tomorrow is even better: surf County Line, attend funeral in Ventura County, drive back to Eagle Rock for a baby shower, then dinner with Lisa Mir and Drew in Manhattan Beach. That is a shitload of driving but seems like it has the potential for adventure. We shall see.

Peace out, bitches!

I suppose he had a private sort of greatness, but he kept it to himself.

Working in the Port of Los Angeles makes me happy as I momentarily get lost in the idea of what has happened in the place. I helped make an incredibly stupid VW commercial with some nice camera people and some really brusque German cunts. I got paid in cash and the production girls loved me and actually gave me my day rate. All in all, not a bad day. The only down side was that I didn't get to shoot my bow. Ha! I'm a junkie.

Here are some photos from my wanderings by the bay.

Apparently the LA Times has brought in the big guns to keep themselves afloat. Thank ya, Jaysus! Thank ya!

Peace out, bitches!

Go home Martins, like a sensible chap. You don't know what you're mixing in, get the next plane.

Ah, Tuesday night and Obama is still bumming me out. What the fuck is going on around here anyway? Didn't the party of bullshit and rich people loose by a wide margin? Hasn't everyone figured out that the neocons and everything they stand for is what got us here? Why are Bush appointees still hanging about the White House? I voted for a center-Democrat, not a left leaning Republican. Seriously, fire everyone from Bush's cabinet, sack all of the jackasses that were so free-wheeling with their deregulation back in the Clinton years, and act like you have some balls, Obama! Stop acting like the lunatics on the right have anything of value to add to the debate. You're talking about racists, lunatics, idiots, evangelical Christians, and flat-earthers- your basic scum of the Earth. Fuck those guys! Fuck 'em in their defeatist asses! I hate neocons but I'm beginning to hate candy-ass Dems who still think they're the loser party. Bah! Same old same old, just as I thought when this all started. Might as well get a Prius, put an Obama sticker on it, and then not vote or conserve resources or talk to anyone not in my socio-economic bracket. Fuck 'em all. See, this is exactly why I'd rather be on the ocean or in the woods or desert.

Peace out, bitches!

After all... tomorrow is another day.

It is 4am in the goddamn morning and I just got home and walked my dog two miles. I think he needed it and I'm too wired from work to say no to him. Today, or rather yesterday, was quite stupid and dull and a complete waste of my time and of Wrigley's vast gum fortune. For no reason other than that no one thought to listen to the technicians, we had three crews and really only needed one. The Phantom tech built his rig and then derigged after lunch but they paid him anyway. Not one shot as the camera (a marvel of digital age hokum designed to run at high speeds and photograph rockets and bullets) couldn't deal with the lights we were using in the pool. Strobing and what what so it was expensive and pretty and amazing and useless. The underwater film camera did the brunt of the work while my crew sort of half-slept, half-worked throughout the night. Nice way to spend the night, sitting next to a giant tank with lights in it and a camera and a half dozen people in scuba gear and a woman repeatedly jumping off of a crane into said pool. A-fucking-mazing. Go Hollywood! I got to operate one shot, build a goofy rig in the rain (rain! night shoot! water work! Lions, tigers, and bears oh my!), and then go home. The part that makes me laugh is that the medic gave me a B12 energy drink that kicked into hyper drive as we were wrapping our gear. Time to read all of those books piling up atop my pile of books.

The best thing, really, is that later on today, after I sleep and then do some yoga and go to the gym, is I'm going to pal around with the angst filled man formerly known as my Dear Brother Numsie. Hazzah! Perhaps the sleeper shall awaken and get jiggy wit it. Perhaps not. Either way it will make me happy to see him.

Update at 11am: Just finished an hour of yoga and have suddenly realized that I only slept five hours. Perhaps my dream of never needing to sleep again is naturally coming true.

Peace out, bitches!

Sir, I've inspected this boat, and I think you ought to know that I can't swim.

Work is weird. I've spent the week working with a very talented God-squad Minnesotan going through a divorce. He's going to be thirty soon and has been married since he was twenty-one or two and he's super churched up. Total believer, goes to church every Sunday and does not really question the ridiculousness or contradictions of Christianity but he's still a digital camera tech. Engineering and mythology rolled into one package. He's interesting to talk to somewhat well-reasoned although he hasn't really looked at any other religions. Interesting but to be honest I still feel that the religious are a rather ridiculous lot and religion really shouldn't be used to organize or decide anything important. That said, he's funny and works hard and easy to babble with. Go for Jesus!

Also, we've all lost our minds and here's why:

I was told that the back story on this one is that some crazy bastard is sitting in  a closet tripping balls and his friends recorded him. This is now one of the most quoted and popular videos on several sets. Hollywood is seahorses.

Peace out, bitches!

I'm going to take a pillowcase and fill it full of bars of soap and beat the shit out of you!

Tuesday night and bitch slapped through e-mail by the ex for not signing something. Ah, the ex. Lovely memories and lots of psychological scar tissue. In all honesty I have been lagging on the minutiae of divorce but I think it's because I've basically put the whole thing so far behind me that I keep forgetting that I'm not "totally" divorced. Is that wrong? Yes. One must deal with these things head on and get past them. I hope all of this will be done once I get off my dumb ass and sign the last remaining bits of flotsam and jetsam and then it's smooth sailing. Right? No idea.

On a more interesting, to me at least, note: I successfully killed a paper target at sixty yards. Lucky? Probably. Deadly? Not likely. Hunting this season with the bow? Hell. Fucking. Yes. If I go an hour or two a day, every couple of days, I might just have to try and get a tag come April. It'll be quite the coup but that's the plan. Wish me luck. Or, if you want to be fair about it, wish the deer luck but I don't really think they need it against me.

Peace out, bitches!

Now, don't you worry. The saucers are up there. The graveyard is out there. But I'll be locked up safely in there.

Hello. It is raining and quite boring but somehow I've managed to have some fun this weekend. Ani was out and about with various people for most of the time so it's been quality time with Melah and we managed to get our bowls of spicy Pho soup. Good God that stuff is amazing! What kind of person wouldn't want a bowl of perfectly balanced broth with delicate slivers of noodles, onion, basil, sliced beef and meatballs and a ton of peppers? I've been wanting a bowl of this stuff for almost two weeks and finally, I am sated. Some other funny shit happened but so far the bowl of Pho was the best.

Off to work tomorrow for a week and I'm already missing my bow. I still haven't named it as I haven't killed anything with it but I'm taking suggestions. That reminds me, I need to clean FNG! Oops, he's been sitting around dirty for a few weeks, no bueno!

Oh, for my Dad: These guys are clearly morons (look at the hair!) but he does nail this bird pretty cleanly and using a recurve.

Peace out, bitches!