here in a control room watching the testing of cameras on a new set. The Network feed coming through one of the monitors is some crap about Bobby Flay and his Trophy Bride. Can't stop watching it; I can actually feel myself getting dumber.
where's my trophy bride?
where's my Pony?
BRING BACK MY BIKE!!!!
so one of the largest media conglomerates on planet earth is in to me for over 20K, has been for a few months now
and yet the only free flowing cash I have going is the buck-twenty-six in change floating around in the front pocket of my jeans
how does that fuckin happen?
tomorrow they get billed for another large chunk.
mmmmmmmm, this empty air sure tastes good!
the constant dizzy is finally beginning to go away. Funny how something so tiny like the inner ear can throw everything off; how fragile we really are.
Been pondering a "chicken and egg" causality question. Been around TeeVee folks who chase down stories, that whole Alpha hunting vortex of exploiting the Misery before the other guy does, and I'm wondering: Does the News Game attract assholes or does it create assholes?
I'm thinking it's both; a reflexive self-perpetuating loop of unhappiness emanating Discord like a toxic cloud of psychic B.O.
Of course, this is all just "Theory". I don't want to be accused of being Unfair and Imbalanced.
every time I sit up, it feels like someone's shaking my head like a Snow Globe.
For 2 days straight I'm permanent tipsy with an inner ear infection. at least I hope its an inner ear infection - could be the last stage of a golfball-sized brain tumor about to gift me with the sweet kiss of death.
It's weird, like that just-stepped-off-a-rollercoaster feeling, only it don't go away.
Sip some tea for that mild caffeine edge. Now I feel drunk. Awesome.
Sitting here in Sunday Theosophy class listening to the discussion; bathing in the vibrant minds and warm thoughts of others.
Still got that 3-day-look of facial hair going. Easier that way: low maintenance.
"Looking Fine" is the pleasant side effect.
and the carpet does indeed match the drapes; all finely cropped, coiffured to perfection
the total effect: looking good naked... smoking hot.
That's right, I said it. I am SO damn fine.
In fact, I sorta look like this guy:
LASER SCAN PROJECT
instead of a "come to jesus" session of clean living, my current Cold has been fed by pizza, Oreo cookie ice cream sandwiches, mint chip ice cream, all day long guzzling of super hyper-monkey caffienated teas... all sorts of phlegm-inducing comfort foods.
and, what-do-you-know, two days later I'm feeling a lot better.
i'm gonna go have me a 50-50 bar and some pie (with whipped cream.)
kick ass.
so yesterday I couldn't, for the life of me. hold a single stinking yoga pose. weak. Although I now kinda grok the concept of 'soft': being at ease and not 'pushing'. Still don't got much of a clue as to what the proper body positions are; its all so vague, this yoga thing.
Yeah, I'm sitting in a freezing cold air conditioned "machine room" right now and I'm sweating like a pig- my body flooded with some sort of virus.
caught my first cold in almost 3 years.
fuckin' fuck.
i'm not so sure anymore about this whole "work" thing. Last night when I went to bed I was TIRED. This morning I had to get up well before the crack of 2p.m. AND it was cold... REALLY cold.
What's up with that??!!?!
And tomorrow, I have to do it again.
My little monkeys have taken to calling me their "muse".
I know they're just pulling my leg, but I'll buy into it; Zen'd Out in the warm and squishyness of it all.
no matter how little it has to do with Consensus Reality.
I like to have my chain pulled.
yay!
after a few months of pure multi-tasking slacking, i'm back enabling the virus of Babylon.
Babylon pays. fuckin' around don't.
Although, fucking around is way more fun (and tiring.)
Its good the get 'the break' that work provides.
Yeah, for 2006, I think I'm gonna try HETEROSEXUALITY for a while.
I hear it might be making a comeback.