Will you recognize me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down...

We went out to Mickey Finn's last night, a well know hang out for people I graduated high school with.

I expected to see four, maybe five faces I recognized. Turns out that I think most of my graduating class was there. Just a lot of faces that I knew and recognized and yet none seemed to know me. A room full of ghosts. And on the way out I saw THE ghost that me for years and she floated by without seeing me.

This is the thing that has driven me for seven years, and I almost forgot it...

Oh, and would Patricia MacHannaford please contact the management...thank you.

Happy Thanksgiving...

The Osbournes started the season out in classic fashion. Probably the best moment of the episode was Ozzy at President Bush's dinner waving his arms in triumph. Following that scene, they showed Ozzy and Sharon in a photo line where probably the best conversation of the episode took place:

UNSEEN INTERVIEWER: Ozzy! Any plans to go into politics?
OZZY: F*** you!

The best montage took place while Jack was at the MTV music awards tracking down Natalie Portman. The conclusion of which, Jack was allowed to briefly sit on Natalie's lap. So I ask you, if this kid can do it, then there's definitely hope for this kid.

Had a REALLY strange dream last night. I was apparently caught up in some Asian/Hispanic cartel thing. I walked into this beautiful home in some tropical type location carrying a black case. I approached a circle of seated mafia-looking gentleman, and one sharply dressed Asian dude (see Black Rain for reference) proceeded to take my case (which I'm assuming was full of money) and ask me if I was a cop. Before I could answer, the building was stormed by either cops or a rival cartel, I didn't get to see them because I jumped to the floor ducking bullets. Next thing I know, the sharp dressed Asian dude is standing over and yells, "You ARE a f***ing cop!" and he shoots me twice in the shoulder and throat area. I remember thinking I was going to die and crawling away from there. I also vaguely remember Kenneth Branagh pulling me in a Land Rover and driving away. Isn't that messed up? I mean Kenneth Branagh...in a LAND ROVER!? He's too Shakespearian...

Tried the webcam last night, but it failed. Well, it didn't really fail, the cam works fine. It's the Powerbook I'm worried about. After a certain set time, I like my screen to power off so in the long run it won't fade and get ugly, as laptop screens do. But when the webcam is on, for some reason the pbook doesn't like to turn its screen off. So until I figure that out, expect the webcam to be on only when I'm online.

Here we go again...

And anyone still looking to get me a Christmas present? Here are a couple of ideas.

Don't you hate the way this site looks? I'll work on that too over the holiday break. I probably won't update this site again until next week, so enjoy reading this post over and over and over.

Why isn't Danger Mouse on DVD in the United States yet? Or Bananaman for that matter.

I had a dream that I was driving around and found the Osbournes' house. I kept apologizing to Sharon because my friends invited themselves in. I think my dream was just reminding me that Osbournes: Season 2 starts tonight...

We're supposed to get an inch of snow tonight. Whoever I was talking to that said "it's going to be a mild winter," needs to stay out of the meteorology field.

I'm going to Mexico in January...jealous?

My webcam (see the link below my banner, it's currently off) is working pretty well and being nice to our server so I think as of tonight, it's going to be on 24-7. At least through the weekend, just a little test. When I get home tonight, I'll fire that puppy up. You'll need Quicktime to view it. Oh, and when I say "24-7" I mean, "24-7." I'm sure you'll see me scamper by in my boxers a few times...

I hate snow.

I have NO idea what this is or what they're trying to say, but I'd buy whatever it is they're selling.

After I watched this (make sure you have your sound on), I almost passed out laughing. For reference, "Kikkoman" is the world's largest soy sauce distributor as you can CLEARLY read from their corporate site.

Link yoinked from Simon.

I'm exhausted, my ears are ringing and I need a shower.

I just don't want to go to sleep tonight because I'm afraid I'll forget how horrible I feel right now. I seem to always get sad at 2 a.m. Doesn't help that I missed some calls.

Perhaps a taste of things to come...

What do you get when you mix three kick ass actors (Clive Owen, Gary Oldman, Danny Trejo), one music legend, one well revered action director (Tony Scott, director of Days of Thunder, Beverly Hills Cop II, Top Gun), and one sweet ass car? You get Beat the Devil.

I haven't seen it yet, but it premiers today and you can't go wrong with Gary Oldman playing the devil. The other two have been really well done so Beat the Devil should be nothing less than spectacular.

P.S. - Could I have written this post any worse? I sound like an idiot.

i had a premonition
a movie in my mind
confirming my suspicions
of what i would find
you followed me to LA,
down to mexico
came in through the back door
at the start of the show

"The society survey found that only about one in seven -- 13 percent -- of Americans between the age of 18 and 24, the prime age for military warriors, could find Iraq," and "49 percent cannot find New York."

- Article from CNN.com, how wonderfully sad.

Maybe this is the future of the army draft:

OFFICER: "Civilian, can you point out [insert name of country currently on George W.'s hit list]?"

SOLDIER-TO-BE: "Nope."

OFFICER: "Welcome aboard, here's a gun. If you hear gunfire, just keep running towards it. Oh, and here's a bullseye to wear on your chest. Go do us proud. "

NOTE TO SELF: If one day, you have children that are unable to find New York on a map, furnish yourself with a paddle that has the United States on it and smack their asses silly until they can recite the states alphabetically and in reverse order.

I'm going to need a HUGE paddle for the other continents. I can't wait to teach them about Asia...

It's Tuesday already? Jesus, where have I been?

I'm truly amazed how after only two days of being back into my "routine," that my memories of warm California are already fading. It's almost like it never happened. Isn't that sad?

I haven't "done my hair" for work yet this week, and by that I mean putting all that hairspray in it for the spiked-effect. Instead I've just marched around with my soft, Caucasian afro. I just don't care. I'm not trying to impress anyone here anymore.

I haven't even changed my watch back to central standard time yet, we're still two hours behind. It also makes for interesting conversation.

I'm exhausted, haven't been sleeping well again. Right now I'm riding on 6 hours of sleep, and while that may sound like enough, I had some really strange and vivid dream in which I didn't go to sleep until 2:30am. So my brain seems to think that I only got 4 hours of sleep. I don't know why I drink and then go to bed, it always makes me dream.

I still can't believe it snowed. I've been trying to convince myself that it won't snow at all here this winter. I'm tired of snow.

I need to make new banners for this site...I need to make a new site for my banners...

I have an idea for a screenplay but I'm totally stuck. I have a great character but no where to take him. It's so frustrating. It's like having a winning Lotto ticket but all the gas stations are closed.

I officially can't function without an "apple" key. Stupid ALT key. On a related technology note, after six years of service to me, it appears that my PC has gone crazy. I was tipped off to its craziness when it proceeded to boot up, then reboot itself over and over and over...AND IT DIDN'T STOP.

I'm going to go sleep in a file room. E-mail me if you're lonely too.

It snowed here last night, I saw it on the ground as I was driving home from DeKalb. That sucks, time to go before the heavy snow comes down.

I want to again thank Kyle, Sarah, Krycek and Owen for taking me in. I hope they'll be willing to do it again soon...

After discussing and heavy thinking, Sarah posted her "Top 5 Most Attractive Entertainers" (in the "Come Up to the Lab" section). Anyway, here's my top five...

1. Shannyn Sossamon
2. Katie Holmes
3. Jessica Biel
4. Natalie Portman
5. Ashley Judd
5. Maura Tierney

Honorable Mention:

6. Morena Baccarin

I never though I'd see White Russian mix, a bucket of Hooters wings and bottles of baby formula all on the same shelf...

I'm TOTALLY blogging from the Apple store at "The Grove" in L.A....

HAHAHAHAHA! Time to spend cash!

[Dave and Kyle are waiting for their food at the drive-up window of the In-n-Out Burger. Across from the window is a gas station. At this gas station is a green 1960-something Mustang. Filling up the Mustang is a tall, attractive girl, dressing in blue hooded sweatshirt and jeans.]

Kyle: That's a nice car.
Dave: And an attractive girl filling it up.
Kyle: Yup.
Dave: Too bad we're sitting in a Saturn with a baby in the back seat.
Kyle: Yup.
Dave: We look pretty gay.
Kyle: Yup.

[Still waiting for food, the Mustang leaves and reveals that there was another girl in the passenger seat who probably watched Kyle and Dave check out her friend the entire time.]

Kyle: Oh, there was a passenger.
Dave: Yeah, that was a nice slap in the face...

For those of you keeping track at home, and for those of you who have to come pick my ass up from the airport, I'm of course going to post the usual.

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 9TH
United Airlines 0117

Nov 09 11:00 AM depart ORD
Nov 09 01:21 PM arrival LAX

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 15TH
United Airlines 0106

Nov 15 09:07 AM depart LAX
Nov 15 03:00 PM arrival ORD

And this just wouldn't be a post about traveling without the link to Flight Tracker.

Ain't it a shame
That all the world can't enjoy your mad traditions
Ain't it a shame that all the world
Don't got keys to their own ignitions
Life is the longest death in California

I work in a building with "bug zappers" that are big enough to fry toddlers. It also smells like fertilizer. My boss said, "That's the smell of money."

That's the smell that's not going to come out of my hair or car.

It's 5:30 at night and the sun is already creeping down behind the Pacific. Looking out towards the sunset, the sky starts as a fiery orange and changes slowly pink, then into the purples of the night. The pier down the way is a blur of neon signs and car headlights. The flashing lights cast strange shadows across the footprints left this afternoon and the waves glitter with the reflection of the sunset.

Under my feet, the sand is firm and cold, autumn is cooling the waves that are coming to shore. Barefoot to the beach, I curl my toes over and over, digging a small hole that's bound to be refilled at high tide. I get lost out here sometimes, just standing, digging my holes thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

The waves crashing to shore drowns out the traffic up on the Pacific Coast Highway and the clanking of the roller coast down on the pier. I can overhear the mumbled conversations of a few people wandering the beach behind me, probably tourists. The natives usually stay away from the beach this time of year. A pack of loose children are running up and down away from the waves, the look like fatter versions of the birds that do the same.

A few feet away, I hear a quiet giggle. She's doing the same thing with her little feet and the sand is tickling underneath. Her knees twist just slightly to try and absorb the sensation, but not enough as she lets out another quiet laugh. I've been standing out here for months at night with a thousand thoughts careening through my head and now that she's there on the same beach, it all slows to a trickle.

We just satnd there, with our pant legs rolled up to just below our knees and the cold water racing up the beach to wrap around our ankles. The sun is almost gone, the sky is has turn dark blue. The kids have gone and the tourists have gone out looking for celebrities and they've taken summer with them.

I didn't notice my hands getting cold from the ocean breeze until she touched my fingers. I look at her in the pale orange glow and I get lost in her curls as she kept digging away with her toes. Her hand clasped around mine as she just watched her feet and whispered something from a song, "Make a circle in the sand, make a halo with your hands. I'll make a place for you to land."

[Santa Monica Pier Cam, you might just see me on it.]

Dave,

Quit falling down the stairs. It's only Tuesday and you've already done it three times. One of them threatened to bring about serious injury.

It's not the getting hurt we're afraid of, it's that you just look like a dumbass.

Sincerely,
Self

p.s. - Do laundry, you're going to Los Angeles in 5 days.

So far, quote of the morning as stated to me from a female co-worker:

"You're a pretty fast typer for not being female."

Thanks. I think. I don't know if you were calling me feminine or saying that all females belong in the secretary pool...

For the next week I'm not going to be able to change much on my page, things are shifting with my job and I probably will have minimal computer access. This means no internet so no e-mail and no instant messenger. Great, eh?

I think there's a rant on the way, I'm confused, depressed and angry. Should be a good one if I find the heart to write it. I haven't ranted in a long time...

...back later. You kids behave.

"I'm a rage-aholic! I can't live without raging!"

- Homer Simpson

I fully understand.

1. Were you raised in a particular religious faith?

No.

2. Do you still practice that faith? Why or why not?

No.

3. What do you think happens after death?

Nothing.

4. What is your favorite religious ritual (participating in or just observing)?

Nothing.

5. Do you believe people are basically good?

No.

Thank you.

Rabbit! Rabbit!

p.s. - 7 days