I really need to remember when I’m not working that I need to adjust my caffeine orders on the rare occasion when I go to Starbucks. I was tired and going to a movie that I defintiely needed to stay awake through, so I stopped by Starbucks and ordered my standard drink: A triple grande ...
I got tossed a research project, which is very good for the pocketbook but not so good for having time to do much else. So instead, it’s time for a little shameless bragging in photographic form. Left: January 27, 2007, about three weeks before I finally snapped and decided to do something about my weight. ...
I get a little listing of all the movies in development and/or about to go into production, which I use to cold-call and beg people for jobs. Occasionally I see a title so goofy that I think, “That can’t possibly be real.” Or at least I do until I see a story in the trades ...
Special thanks must go out to Laz and his lovely wife Christin for haranguing me into getting the fuck out of Los Angeles for a couple of days, and letting me crash on the couch in their room at the Encore so my broke ass wouldn’t have to shell out for a hotel room. I ...
While getting some other photos off my camera, I found a few I’d forgotten that I’d taken, including this extreme closeup of Chaplin’s paw that I thought turned out pretty well: I was so amused to find all his paws sticking out from under the blanket while he was napping.
It’s been less than a year since I first headed south on the Marvin Braude Bike Trail, a trail I’d formerly been content to ride the five or six miles north to its terminus, then turn around and stop wherever I’d started. The first time I rode south, I got my ass handed to me. ...
I really need to start just bookmarking articles I want to read instead of leaving the tabs open all the time for the rare instance where I do something stupid (like accidentally clicking a link right after Firefox crashes, then quitting when I see that link opening because I think “Oh no, that’s going to ...
Southern California has ben beset by wild temperature swings in the last week. Last Monday I was in my poorly-insulated apartment, battling a nighttime low in the high 40’s while bundled under layers of blankets with Chaplin curled up next to me for warmth. Seven days later, it’s 11am, and my little weather program is ...
Very, very little is happening in my world right now, and there are two things to blame for this. One is a usual suspect: Unemployment. The more unusual suspect is my car. My car has been a rock. Ten years old, eight of them under my care. Other than routine maintenance and a couple cosmetic ...
When you’re unemployed, there is an awful, awful lot of time to kill, and you quickly become aware of what ways you best tolerate killing time without falling into a paralyzing boredom. I’ve divided my potential time killers into three categories: I. Things I Will Do To Kill Time: Read entire contents of internet by ...