I got some video from Q-Ball last night. He bit torrents so I don't have to. I'm currently trying to make a video DVD of Dark Knight. Takes a long time. I used to do this on a really crappy computer; the one I have now is just crappy.
Hopefully, I'll be able to wake up tomorrow and watch this shit while I nurse a hangover.
I'm procrastinating going to the gym right now. This darkness at 6am is bullshit. I'm seasonal effective... I can't handle this shit. Sunlight and porn... those are what keep me going.
Taking a break from being out for one night tonight. Chilling at a friend's house with wine and Chinese take out and a rental. I was out until 10pm last night doing computer work. Tired, boss. Dog tired.
Wish I had something funny to say, but it's 6am, it's dark, and it's cold. So...
I'm on 4 hours sleep. Have a hellatious day ahead of me. Get to work with Gregster again, so that'll be fun.
I have nothing to write about. I saw some of the David Blaine show last night. In one segment, David Blaine visits families affected by hurricane Katrina (which kind of made the name of the 80s band "Katrina and the Waves" sort of prophetic, eh?). One family had a patriarch with tattoos on his face.
I think that in times of any type of economic climate, it's best not to do something that would inhibit your chances of getting a job (like tattooing the fuck out of your face). A few years ago, I met a black guy who was one of the nicest guys you could meet. Good looking, outgoing, etc. He did, however, have "Fuck The World" in big letters covering the right side of his neck. I didn't know his employment status, but I'd love to be a fly on the wall in one of his job interviews.
UPDATE: I just looked up David Blaine's "Dive of Death" - One of the most unimpressive things I've ever seen. Stunt men do what he did but from way, way higher up. This was supposed to be the "exclamation point" to his "hanging upside down for 60 hours" stunt (which he apparently took hourly breaks throughout, negating the medical effects and phenomenons that doctors were going to study(?)). What a horrible, horrible, waste of time.
Watch the video, listen to the boos and jeers at the end. "He didn't disappear, he's over there" and "Are you serious?" are my two favorites.
"The Only thing 'Aiken' on Clay is his ass!" - Lisa Lampanelli
****** I have no desire to do anything with a computer today. This sucks, because my mad influx of cash requires that I stare blankly into a broken computer until it gets fixed.
I've scheduled everything for tomorrow or Thursday. Sushi lunch on Friday. My eyes are welling with tears of boredom.
I did, this morning, accomplish a few things. I installed a side view mirror on my Ford, so now it doesn't look like a total piece of shit. I washed my comforter for the first time since I purchased it 3.5 years ago.
I had to take the comforter to a laundromat. This laundromat, which once used quarters to run its machines, now has a convoluted card system where you load the card with money and use the card's credits to wash/dry your clothes.
Motherfuckers. The card cost a dollar deposit (and if an attendant isn't there to refund your deposit, come back again for your buck. Sucker) and had about a 40% function rate. Why does technology and weather hate the poor so much? I spent a tensky getting my comforter washed. When I turned on the dryer, the souls of a thousand strippers all screamed out at once. I think I heard a few civilians in there as well.
I also cleaned out the Ford a bit, took a friend out to lunch, and took the air conditioner out of the window. You know, the shit that the every day man tends to do.
****** Update: "Gooch Gets a Haircut" has 271 hits on YouTube after 24 hours.
Every night for the last week has been an excuse to have a drink. I had more friends come in from out of town this last week/weekend that you'd think there was a "Gooch's Peripheral Friend" convention.
Last night, my friend Marty got out of the house. We took this rare occassion to play a game called "Don't Let It Breathe." Essentially, you get a lot of alcohol into a glass or pitcher, two or more people get straws and suck that drink down until it's gone.
"Gooch," you ask, "how do you determine the winner?"
Everyone wins. Fuckedupness is your prize.
A pitcher of Scooby Snack, about to be downed by Marty, me, and two friends. Camera phones were at the ready.
I've come to realize that bloggers have this inherent need to be viewed/read by the masses, yet write about themselves in a way that one would think that a blogger's daily minutae is really fucking interesting. It's not. The fact that you went shopping one day and the store was out of milk and you were like "WTF?" but the store manager was sort of hot does not make for an interesting blog. If you banged the store manager... that's something worth typing.
So, in the interest of providing content to the masses, here's a video of me getting a hair cut.
The girl cutting my hair is Alicia. She was the first serious girlfriend I ever had (15 years ago). The person taking the video is Nikki, her sister. I bug my eyes out because of some kid's really obnoxious/loud laugh toward the end of the video.
