Tuesday, February 03, 2004

I must apologize to, what by this point, must be my throngs of fans, but between trying to drum up work so that I can eat, helping to produce a movie and the fact that I dont have internet access readily available [crucial because, like some of the other blogs Ive been reading, often it is later in the evening that I feel "inspired"] my posts will be sporadic at best.

What follows is some cross-eyed garbage jotted into my computer at some unGodly Hour. Clearly, Im still getting the hang of this. Give me time. After they transferred his brains back in, it took awhile for Mr. Spock to get back to normal.


2-1-04

Run, run, run. How can I be this busy and this damn poor.

I hate teaching. But Im running out of microwave popcorn so sure, Ill teach that Final Cut Pro Class. Heres the manual. 700 pages. [paul releases a low moan]

Also, I find teaching is more challenging if the students don’t speak english. Marcelo from Telemundo listens to me patiently with an utterly vacant look in his eyes. I finish. [heavy spainish accent] “How…how this is working?”

At the end of class I asked "Are there any questions about anything of the things we covered?" Marcelo blithely asked "How...How do you...blur.. the eellegal...[hands to his upper chest moving shoulder to shoulder] ehhh...the teeties?"

Splendid.


2-2-04

Sometimes youll see on the TV, the drug addict, prostitute, alcoholic who has blown up their car four times say in the course of their “recovery” [in a tone of forced peacefulness] “…I’ve made some bad choices.”

Reflecting on this evening last, “I made some bad choices.” Following up 814 beers by dumping a double double, fries, and a burrito into a body that didn’t have a sand grain worth of moisture left, then drinking more beer was An all night wrestling match ensued, but unlike Jacob, I was wrestling with sabre toothed demons chewing on my cerebrum.

In this world of reward for good and punishment for bad that God has designed, the hangover has got to be one of His most obvious occasions. Youd think..."and all that other shit."

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