December 7, 2004 – 1:49 pm
I actually do call in sick yesterday. It’s great. I sleep and clean and do nothing. And all that activity works. I get a call from Boss saying he’s gonna leave a check for me at Rocket and that he’ll call me when he does. Of course, he doesn’t, and I don’t receive a call. […]
December 6, 2004 – 11:53 am
I’m just gonna wallow today. Just hang out and be depressed. I’m sick of the clutter. I’m sick of the solitude. I’m sick of trying to figure out how I’m gonna pay my rent. I’m sick of a lot of things. Hmm…maybe I should call in sick.
December 3, 2004 – 2:00 am
Dave dyed his hair a couple weeks back. It’s now bright red. Tonight a guy comes up to the counter and asks for a movie. Before Dave can respond the guy says, “I like your hair. Very cool.” Dave says, “Thanks. Yours looks like Eraserhead.” …and it really does. Also, there’s a gorgeous blonde who […]
December 1, 2004 – 9:45 am
Just wanted to point out another cool Internet thing to y’all. Click here to check out this nifty clock.
November 30, 2004 – 1:50 pm
I download invoice software from the Intarweb today and create a fun bill to send Boss. Here’s the email I put together for him. I hope the tone isn’t too harsh… Hi, Boss! I sent you an elaborate email yesterday in the hopes that we could establish contact. I’m frankly surprised I haven’t heard back […]
November 29, 2004 – 11:52 pm
It’s a pretty safe bet that Salvador Dali would have loved this. Zoom Quilt.
November 29, 2004 – 7:06 pm
I try to wake up at eight. I really do. But though I don’t remember having THAT many margaritas last night, my body begs to differ. And when it comes to begging, my body can be awfully persuasive. So I mess around a little on the Web, send off that email to Boss, whom I […]
November 29, 2004 – 2:08 am
It’s after two in the morning. Recap: the Amoeba Holiday Party is amazing. Then I drive Candace by the house on Franklin that looks like a Mayan temple where Steve Hodel claims Beth Short spent happy fun times with his father. Hungry, we then hit Cafe 101. I think I steal a spoon by accident. […]
November 28, 2004 – 1:15 am
I get back from SLO last night at eleven. Martel is completely full. Nowhere to park. Nowhere, that is, aside from the single space way the hell up near Sunset. I’m driving Ryan’s car, which he let me borrow for the drive north while he’s away in Texas. The next morning I go to retrieve […]
November 18, 2004 – 1:31 pm
P.S. I will find my frog. Click here to marvel at the full scope of this meme. (click each successive picture to view the series…)
November 17, 2004 – 1:24 pm
A couple decades ago, my friend’s dad derided our obsession with Dungeons & Dragons, referring to the game as “garbage.” We didn’t mind. We were used to that sort of reaction. In retrospect, the alarm and consternation the game caused among parents is laughable. Some found the subject matter (a pagan world of monsters and […]
November 17, 2004 – 1:16 pm
I’ve aquired the domain hollywoodland.la to use for this site. It’s merely redirecting to this url at the moment, but within the next month or two I hope to move everything to that domain. It’s easier to remember than the current URL. This blog was supposed to supplement the greter Sixsquare website, but it’s sorta […]
November 16, 2004 – 10:25 am
I know you’re gonna buy it. Don’t pretend you won’t. But until you do, you can stream the new U2 album here. Late Update: Oh yeah. It won’t play on Macs. Sorry about that, Ginny…
November 16, 2004 – 9:02 am
I have work to do. I have a meeting with and exec on Thursday and I have to talk to a guy about web design later this morning. But there’s always time for a movie about Dubya. Man, this is funny. Click here.
November 15, 2004 – 10:30 am
My Berkeley friend, Dayle, comes down to attend a conference this weekend. It’s Saturday night at Amoeba, one of the flat-out busiest Saturdays I’ve had the pleasure to work yet, with scores of people crowding the mezzanine, flipping through action, through classics, through cult, through television, pulling product, leaving it in piles around the store, […]
