move quick, avoid the familiar smelling shadow

here's me on the train to the second interview this week. In a tie. I thought, for a sellout, i looked good. As a matter of fact, i think the judge threw out my tickets in court on monday because i was the only responsibly dressed person in the entire (insert court term for stable of jackasses who can't drive or pay for insurance).

Anyway, I walked into the agency, and the receptionist runs out of an office and asks if I'm there to see Jenni, and i say yeah, and she says, "gimme a couple seconds. And take off that tie. Why you wearin' a tie?" I guess "creative" types stick it to the man by not adhering to the most insignificant of customs. So i thought about it a second, and said, "'cuz i look good in it, that's why". She laughed pretty hard at me.

sold 2 cd's to a HAAAvard kid yesterday. Tommy, you sellin' as well as Phys'in?

lak shmee sing

there's a hairy penguin paving my street...honest. He works slow.

allright, i'm at work by myself again, and i'm hung over from last night's show, and this place is too big to be sitting in a 10,000 square foot un-airconditioned loft, overcaffeinated, watching the echoes of what was once Dan Akroyd bounce off the walls.

not making sense... me neither.

Allright, I usually keep the music talk off this blog, but you should go to my band's new website and download our new album for free:
http://www.hummingbiird.com

I'll make sense next week.

shit, i'm goin to the Beach. I have an interview next week (ha!) so i might as well soak this up asap.

my fru gene is acting up

this will be my victory dance.

The heat seems to be affecting every fabric of me- like when you walk into a room and just know within the first five seconds that you're going to argue with someone, it's just inevitable. Busted modem, missing tax return, pruning daytime career, boring detox (i'll beat that librarian up yet, stupid jerk never files anything correctly).

listen to Charlie Christian, fool!

Seriously.

This is me and kb at Wedding Crashers, sitting in the farthest 2 fucking seats to the right of the screen. So far that the heads were balooning out like cheap alien video trickery on the JimmyTron at Comiskey Park (oh... the Joan). This'll be the new quotable movie, i think. 4 months from now. You won't hear "Milk Was a Bad Choice!" anymore, we'll all just dry hump each other and smile.

Thin the herd. Ignore your blog. Do nothing at work. I mean nothing. What the hell do i have to do to get ANY company to recognize the fact that i just sent them my resume?

shit think shit think shit...

I had a dream last night about a website. That shit is just not right. Is it even worse that it was a cool dream (yes). Anyway, i sent off a cover letter to a job yesterday that claimed i work like a "caffeinated octopus" (ahhhh you wouldn't tell from reading my blog). I am truly getting loopy looking for a new job, but they were begging for it. I hope someone finds it amusing, because it was for a job in the music business.

anyway, i am getting paid to be at home today, so HA!

yesterday, i finally got to see the R Kelly DVD, sitting with my jaw agape, laughing so hard i was almost drooling. watch it. Come to my house, i will play it for you. I need to see it a good 9 more times before i'm done with it.

Once say that human life can be controlled by reason, and all possibility of life is annihilated

mid seasoning

mid seasoning
Originally uploaded by poor_lister.

i went to hang with my dad yesterday (always good, never often
enough) and hang some art in the house- and came face to face with an
old painting of mine that he retrieved from a friend- i was worried
about this- retrieved- it must have been bad- i was anxious about
seeing it again, it was done so long ago. shit. it was better than
anything i've done in a long time. so much more detailed,
concentrated, involved.

even if it was the same "i will drink 2$ port wine with a screw top,
never sleep, never work for anyone ever again, never care"

time to get to work.