Haaa

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIP7djqpeK0

http://gctma.org/batoutofhell.html

Halloweeeen... a bit belated

Panic! Beer Maid! Tranny! Snakes on a plane! Half/half man!

Greg emailed me a funny joke.

The boss was in a quandary. He had to downsize somebody. He had it
narrowed down to one of two people: Becky or Jack.

It was an impossible decision. They were both super workers. Rather than
flip a coin, he decided he would fire the first one to use the water
cooler the next morning.

Becky came in the next morning with a horrible hangover after partying
all night. She went to the water cooler to take an aspirin.

The boss approached her and said, "Becky, I've never done this before,
but I have to either lay you or Jack off."

"Could you jack off?" she said. "I feel like shit."

Yahoo for games!

Got some time to kill? Try this on for size.

Ah what a day

At nearly 5 am, I am finally getting ready for bed after a long day on the set. Not only was it a long day, it was a rainy long day. And not only real rain, but also fake rain, thanks to the big ass sprinklers brought in for the scene. Good times.

Clearly, there are two huge news stories of the day, and really, in the grand scheme of american life it's hard to say which one will be talked about more in the days to come. Of course I am referring to the Democratic take over of the House of Representatives (and possibly Senate) and the collapse of the Britney/K Fed marriage.

From what I hear, earlier today they were both given equal press on CNN.com. That is both sad and hilarious. But really, both things are very good news, I think.

And now, I shall be getting a bit of sleep, and giving myself a pat on the back for writing in the blog for two days in a row.

A new beginning

I know that this might be premature, but I really want to try and start writing something every day. Even if it's short. And I'm not just talking about reposting im convos, cuz I know that is half assed. I really want to get my writing juices flowing again.

I know it's no excuse, but things have been a tad hectic in recent weeks. I usually write more in the blog when I'm bored and have nothing to do but sit and type away, so thusly, my schedule lately has not allowed much in the way of time for that. For the first time ever, I finally am doing work that I really really like. I've been working steadily the past couple months as a set production assistant.... first on the Adam Sandler movie "I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry" and then I worked one crazy night shoot on this weird ass Steven King movie called "1408" (apparently that movie stars JOhn Cusack and Samuel L Jackson, but they weren't there that night), and now for the past month I have been working on "Definitely, Maybe" which is a romantic comedy with a pretty sweet cast... Ryan Reynolds, Elizabeth Banks, Isla Fisher, Rachel Weisz, Abigail Breslin, Derek Luke, and Kevin Kline. Nobody who is uber-famous (although Rachel Weisz DID win an oscar last year), but they are all really great actors and I think this movie is actually going to be really good... and this comes from a chick who really really dislikes romantic comedies.

Alright, so enough about that boring crap (not that my work is boring, but I know that isn't why most of you come here to read this here piece of work). The im convo i recently posted about the Saturday night before Halloween should probably be addressed. I don't want people to think that I'm this shallow bitch who only will talk to a dude with a huge, porn star donger. While yes, I prefer a larger member (hence the optimism as to why I only purchase larger sized condoms), I certainly would not hesitate to make an exception for the right guy. But when it comes down to a one nighter, why waste a number on a guy who just doesn't measure up? I mean, if I'm really thinking about statistics here, only like 2 or 3 of the guys I have nailed have been guys I had just met and ended up sleeping with only once. And those guys were fucking worth it, because the sex was fantastic. And they had big dicks. But there were other guys that I had longer affairs with who weren't so well endowed, but I actually liked them, so I was alright with putting up with a not-so-ginormous organ. Of course, the best kinds are the ones with big dicks who you get to nail over and over again. Sigh. I need to find me one of those right about now. Or bring some of the older ones out of retirement.

Anywho, in other news, like two weeks ago, I got back to New York after spending half the month of October in California. My parents decided that they are going to move to Maine within a year, and since the whole family is spending the holidays in Maine this year, I figured that the fall was a good time to go visit. And now I am back here in New York, and on Thursday, I shall be going back to California once again. This time, however, it's for a sadder reason. My grandma died a few days ago, and we are all gathering for a funeral, which also might be the last time that my parents, my brother, and my sister in law will all be together in the only house that my family has ever lived in. Kinda weird. It is sad that my Am died, but she was very old, she would have been 90 on January 1, and she has been going downhill for a long while. And I got to see her one last time when I was home a few weeks ago. I guess it's just inevitable, old people die. That's just the way it goes. It's really weird, because the last couple deaths that have effected me were people that were not related to me, but they effected me so much more. But that's probably because they were unexpected and tragic. It seems that death is much easier when you know it's coming, then it doesn't really bother you. Although, I guess we'll see how I do at the funeral. (And the Irish Wake that will follow.) Okay, enough stating the obvious.

The one good thing that comes out of this whole thing is my savings bonds. When my brother and I were born, my Am went out and bought us a US saving bond like every week for god knows how many years, and a bunch of them will have matured by now. I only mention this because it just so happens that when my brother was 13, Am took him on a cruise throught the Carribean and the Panama Canal for his 8th grade graduation. And what did I get for MY 8th grade graduation? A whole lot of nothin! So I am using my savings bond money to go travel... most likely to the Carribean (yes, Julia, that's right, I'm a-comin!), but also hopefully to other distant lands.

Speaking of traveling, I know a while back I had posted a link to Brook's website for his movie (www.amapforsaturday.com), but I feel the need to mention it again, because not only is it like to go a film festival or two, but it's also going to be airing on a well known cable network that I may or may not have worked for in the past year. Anyway, the point is that within a year, Brook is going to be a celebrity and is going to have teeny boppers flinging their panties at him right and left. But as long as this does not prevent him from joining me at the worlds greatest happy hour every monday, it's fine by me. In fact, I am very happy for him.

Let's see, what else what else. Ah yes, for those of you in Colorado I haven't spoken to in a while, I am going to be out there for New Years, from Dec 27 until Jan 3. Me and some of my partners in crime have decided to rent a condo in Breckenridge for a few days, which I am very excited about. As we all know, getting drunk in high altitudes is highly efficient. And it's been a while since I have had sex in the Rocky Mountain time zone.

Alright, that's gonna be all for now. I got to set at 5:30 this morning, and now I am home, and I shall be drinking a couple bottles of Miller High Life and eating my delicious tacolandia burrito.

I hope this post is to the liking of those of you who have been awaiting a "real post" for some time now. And I PROMISE I will do my best to keep it up.

ahhhh halloween

Kremmm (4:42:46 AM): hey are you still up?
hiphopnonamus (4:42:53 AM): ya
Kremmm (4:43:06 AM): hahaha good. i have a ridiculous story for you
hiphopnonamus (4:43:15 AM): lets have it
hiphopnonamus (4:43:26 AM): I'm on my sidekick tho
Kremmm (4:43:37 AM): okay, so i was down at this bar in the east village and met this guy, oliver, from brooklyn
hiphopnonamus (4:43:37 AM): so forgive me if my responses are slow
hiphopnonamus (4:43:52 AM): k
Kremmm (4:44:02 AM): and he was all like all up in my junk, too much, in a major way, but cute enough to where i was like, alright, i';ll give him a chance
Kremmm (4:44:16 AM): long story short, we end up in a taxi back up to my neighborhood
hiphopnonamus (4:44:16 AM): ok
hiphopnonamus (4:44:24 AM): excellent
hiphopnonamus (4:44:41 AM): or sexcellent should I say
Kremmm (4:44:41 AM): and call me a traditionalist, but like, if i am gonna bring a guy home, he sure as fuck better offer up a few bucks for the taxi
Kremmm (4:44:49 AM): most guys would pay for the entire thing
hiphopnonamus (4:44:50 AM): oh totally
Kremmm (4:44:53 AM): this guy didn't offer up a dime
hiphopnonamus (4:44:57 AM): yeah for sure
hiphopnonamus (4:45:05 AM): what the hell?
Kremmm (4:45:10 AM): so i was already like, okay thats almost a deal breaking in itself
Kremmm (4:45:17 AM): and then we get into my bedroom
hiphopnonamus (4:45:18 AM): yeah no joke
Kremmm (4:45:22 AM): and the clothes start coming off
hiphopnonamus (4:45:23 AM): oh jeez
hiphopnonamus (4:45:32 AM): naturally
Kremmm (4:46:04 AM): and then as soon as i noticed the size of his wang.... which was small...like noticably smaller than average... i was like, ummm okay....
Kremmm (4:46:09 AM): this is not worth my time
Kremmm (4:46:21 AM): and THEN he started to try and fuck me without a condom on
hiphopnonamus (4:46:23 AM): oh no!!
Kremmm (4:46:24 AM): and i was like WHAT
Kremmm (4:46:27 AM): we met like an HOUR ago
Kremmm (4:46:29 AM): what the fuck
Kremmm (4:46:30 AM): no
Kremmm (4:46:32 AM): so i was like
Kremmm (4:46:33 AM): sooooo
hiphopnonamus (4:46:33 AM): holy shit
Kremmm (4:46:37 AM): i'm not really feeling this
Kremmm (4:46:41 AM): i think you should go
Kremmm (4:46:46 AM): and i totally booted him out of my room
Kremmm (4:46:51 AM): it was actually kind of hilarious
hiphopnonamus (4:46:55 AM): hahahaha
hiphopnonamus (4:47:02 AM): what did he say
Kremmm (4:47:15 AM): because at the time he was leaving, my friends (including jill andres) were just getting back cuz they are crashing on the couch
Kremmm (4:47:21 AM): and i was like, yeah, this guy is just leaving
hiphopnonamus (4:47:35 AM): hahaha who was this weirdo?
Kremmm (4:48:01 AM): and i kinda used the excuse that he wanted to fuck me without a condom, which is sketchy, but really, it was the fact that he had a small wang.... and the fact that he didn't pay for the taxi home
hiphopnonamus (4:48:20 AM): I mean strikes 1-3
hiphopnonamus (4:48:25 AM): he's out
Kremmm (4:48:33 AM): and in general, i just thought he was a douche. once i found out he was in the screen actors guild, i was like, ohhhhhhhhhh no
Kremmm (4:48:40 AM): now watch, he's gonna be in a movie that i work on
Kremmm (4:48:43 AM): and i'm gonna see him
hiphopnonamus (4:48:44 AM): oh god no
Kremmm (4:48:46 AM): hahahaha
hiphopnonamus (4:48:49 AM): yeah probably
hiphopnonamus (4:48:56 AM): but he's lame
Kremmm (4:49:03 AM): no it was totally ridiculous, the whole situation
hiphopnonamus (4:49:16 AM): no joke
hiphopnonamus (4:49:24 AM): so he paid for his own taxi home
hiphopnonamus (4:49:33 AM): so he had money
Kremmm (4:49:48 AM): like, he was really attractive and such, so i was like, meh, i could go for some action, but like, maybe if i could put duct tape over his mouth so he couldn't talk, and if i gave him a dick that was worth while....
Kremmm (4:49:49 AM): but no
Kremmm (4:49:58 AM): ohhh he probably had to go catch the subway home
Kremmm (4:50:00 AM): poor guy
Kremmm (4:50:02 AM): oh well
Kremmm (4:50:05 AM): i don't feel bad
hiphopnonamus (4:50:23 AM): yeah u shouldnt
hiphopnonamus (4:50:29 AM): he whiffed
Kremmm (4:50:30 AM): oh the OTHER thing was that i went down to another bar to meet jill and brook, and this fuckin guy didn't have an ID on him, so he couldn't come in
hiphopnonamus (4:50:38 AM): eew
hiphopnonamus (4:50:42 AM): lame
Kremmm (4:50:51 AM): so that's why i was like, alright, i'll give him a chance in the sack
Kremmm (4:50:54 AM): but then i was like, nope
Kremmm (4:51:04 AM): wow, i have never done that to a guy before
Kremmm (4:51:30 AM): like, i kinda pretty much knew that i didn't want to fuck him, and yet i still brought him home, like pretty much to get the satisfaction of messing with him
Kremmm (4:51:37 AM): maybe i am evil, i dunno
hiphopnonamus (4:51:42 AM): yeah no
hiphopnonamus (4:51:49 AM): I don't think so
hiphopnonamus (4:51:54 AM): I mean, u tried it
Kremmm (4:51:59 AM): well, yeah
hiphopnonamus (4:52:00 AM): u were open minded enough to try
hiphopnonamus (4:52:04 AM): and he was lame, so why go thru with it
Kremmm (4:52:22 AM): seriously though, i gotta say, when i guy wants to go home with you, when he doesn't even offer up ONE DOLLAR towards cab fare
Kremmm (4:52:26 AM): like, come on
hiphopnonamus (4:53:02 AM): that shoulda been the end
hiphopnonamus (4:53:09 AM): did u say anything
hiphopnonamus (4:54:53 AM): ?
Kremmm (4:54:58 AM): i was just like pulling money out, and he was like, oh are we gonna have enough
Kremmm (4:55:04 AM): and i was like yeah i have cash
Kremmm (4:55:05 AM): but
Kremmm (4:55:12 AM): i saw that he had a 20 in his pocket
Kremmm (4:55:23 AM): he pulled money out and i saw a 20 and a 5 and some 1s
hiphopnonamus (4:55:27 AM): oh what the fuck
Kremmm (4:55:34 AM): and he didn't even bother offering any of it
Kremmm (4:55:42 AM): so after that i was like, this guy is a tool
hiphopnonamus (4:55:48 AM): that's fucked up
Kremmm (4:56:03 AM): i mean, most guys will pay for the whole thing, which is nice but not a requirment
Kremmm (4:56:18 AM): but like, somebody who doesn't offer anything at all
Kremmm (4:56:19 AM): what the fuck
hiphopnonamus (4:57:27 AM): yeah
Kremmm (4:57:29 AM): ugh, i can't believe how douchey this guy turned out to be
hiphopnonamus (4:57:35 AM): seriously lame
hiphopnonamus (4:57:40 AM): well he's gonet
Kremmm (4:57:42 AM): fo sho
Kremmm (4:57:45 AM): exactly
hiphopnonamus (4:57:45 AM): hats good
Kremmm (4:58:17 AM): it's sad when like, your thought process is well, i could get laid, but seriously, i'd rather sleep alone than touch this douchbag that is here right now
Kremmm (4:58:27 AM): because seriously, tonight my mission was to get some ass
Kremmm (4:58:32 AM): and this guy seemed like a good pick
Kremmm (4:58:55 AM): but then i realized, wow, i don't want to have sex and then feel bad about it tomorrow, why should i lower my standards?
Kremmm (4:59:26 AM): i mean, i have fucked ivy leaguers... and emmy winners... and lawyers and investment bankers and people that have been really really good looking and fucking great in bed
Kremmm (4:59:40 AM): why should i fuck this douchebag who can't even throw down for cab far
Kremmm (4:59:43 AM): fare
Kremmm (5:00:07 AM): i don't need to settle
hiphopnonamus (5:00:46 AM): exactly
Kremmm (5:00:49 AM): the best part was that as he was leaving, he was like "i think you're a little crazy, and i think you just don't know what you want"
hiphopnonamus (5:00:52 AM): a sag guy
hiphopnonamus (5:00:58 AM): gross
Kremmm (5:01:21 AM): and i was just like, uhuh.... but i was thinking.... "nope. not crazy. and what i want is a dude with a big dick who can fuck me non-sketchiley"
Kremmm (5:01:47 AM): maybe i am bad ffor discriminating, but i'll say it.... size matters
Kremmm (5:02:04 AM): and maybe i shouldn't speak of such matters to a guy friend
Kremmm (5:02:06 AM): so i am sorry
hiphopnonamus (5:02:53 AM): I don't really care, its understandable
Kremmm (5:03:52 AM): yeah, and if you have a small wang, dont' be a douchebag
Kremmm (5:03:57 AM): i don't think us ladies are asking for much
Kremmm (5:05:31 AM): well, the point is that i am drunk, and i kicked a guy out of my bedroom, and i am laughing about it now
Kremmm (5:05:36 AM): and either way, i'm going to hell
Kremmm (5:05:43 AM): it's a good thing i don't belive in hell
hiphopnonamus (5:05:45 AM): its a good story no matter what
Kremmm (5:06:07 AM): word
Kremmm (5:06:10 AM): well thanks for listening
Kremmm (5:06:16 AM): i am gonna go to bed now
hiphopnonamus (5:06:23 AM): ok for sure
hiphopnonamus (5:06:26 AM): gnight
Kremmm (5:06:30 AM): happily, by myself, rather than with douchey mcdoucherson
Kremmm (5:06:37 AM): i'll talk to you soon
Kremmm (5:06:41 AM): byeee

lasik part 2

wow, my eye doctor is cool. not only is he kinda hot, but he complimented my beastie boys t shirt, and then gave me quite a lot of vicodin and valium.
yeah, i just had my left eye lasik surgery. good times. i am a bit on the cracked out side at the moment. but i just wanted to update.
i will do my best to keep things posted, although that may prove difficult... here is my schedule for the upcoming week or so
thursday - recover from lasik, while under the influence of valium and vicodin all day
friday - back on the ryan reynolds/rachel weisz movie, and then a birthday party for a former mtv coworker
saturday - working on the new will smith movie "i am legend".... huge budget, should be insane, and then afterwards, my good friend spencer is starring in a movie that is premiering at the harlem film festival, so i'll be going to see that.
sunday - more fun on "i am legend"
monday - working at the mill, (www.themill.com), my favorite post production house in soho
tuesday - back on ryan reynolds movie
wednesday - the mill
thursday - ryan reynolds, and then that night i leave for california

so all you kids out in california, i am gonna be there from october 12 until the 25. i'll be in napa, down in socal for at least a couple days, and actually sometime during my trip, i will be driving out to colorado for a day or two.

this is quite a pointless post. but i am all stoned right now. the valium.vicodin combo is delightful.
ohhhh SHIT!! lost is about to start!!!!

okay buh bye, until next time.

oops

dang, i didn't realize how long it had been since my last post... nearly two weeks. what can i say that you haven't already heard. my blog just kinda sucks these days. i guess a legit excuse is that since i moved into my new apartment, we didn't have internet hooked up for like 2 weeks, so i couldn't update then. but now we have internet, as well as cable (and DVR, which is the best thing ever), so now i have no excuses.
in other news, i've been working quite a lot lately... I worked on that adam sandler movie, i now pronounce you chuck and larry. that was a fun time. i did one day on 1408, this weird ass steven king movie. it's going to star john cusack and samuel l jackson i guess. they weren't on set when i was there, but mary mcormack was. i don't really know all that much about her, except that she played russell crowe's wife in mystery alaska, which was a pretty hot movie. ya know, hockey players and all. and tomorrow, err, really, in about 4 hours, i'm gonna be on the set of this movie called "definitely maybe" which stars ryan reynolds, who is insanely hot, despite the fact that he is nailing alanis morrisette. and i think rachel weisz is in it too, which is pretty cool, considering she won an oscar this year.
aaaanywho, it's almost 1 am, and i have to be on set at 5. i guess i should get some sleep. or else i'll just have to watch more episodes of south park that i have dvr'ed. yeup. so. that's all for now.

I found a wallet

So I just got into a taxi down in the financial district, after a freakishly long day on set, and I found a wallet, seemingly belonging to some NYU chick. It's damn near 3 am, so there is nothing I can do about it right now, but does anybody have any suggestions on how to get a hold of her? If she's an NYU student, then maybe the school can give me her number, I dunno. I just feel this sense of urgency to get it back to her, because I know how much it sucks to leave your wallet in a taxi. And my best guess is that she was probably a little drunk when it happened. Why? Because she has three fake IDs. She might be my new hero.
Anywho, if anybody knows a quick and easy way to get an email address for an NYU kid, let me know.
And for now, I am going to bed, since I have another long day of shooting tomorrow. But alas, rather than having Adam Sandler around tomorrow, we shall have instead the King of Queens himself, Kevin James. Should be interesting.

I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0762107/

Yeup, this is my new job for the week. Fun stuff. I'll write more about it later, like at a point in time when I have slept more than an hour and worked less than 15.

Weird...

http://jscms.jrn.columbia.edu/cns/2006-05-02/brumback-gooddrunk

meat

Kremmm (1:41:19 AM): hey
Kremmm (1:41:23 AM): can you do me a favore
kDeUSTerMAN (1:41:23 AM): HI
kDeUSTerMAN (1:41:25 AM): HUNH
Kremmm (1:41:33 AM): are you gonna be awake for two more hours
kDeUSTerMAN (1:41:46 AM): not shore
kDeUSTerMAN (1:41:50 AM): whatcha need
Kremmm (1:41:53 AM): well
Kremmm (1:41:59 AM): i am only going to sleep for 2 hours
Kremmm (1:42:03 AM): i'm afraid i wont wake up
Kremmm (1:42:18 AM): i was wondering if you could call meat 1 o clock your time
Kremmm (1:42:28 AM): CALL MEAT!!!!!
Kremmm (1:42:31 AM): HAAAAAAAAAA
kDeUSTerMAN (1:42:32 AM): hahhaa

Scientology... the wave of the future?

I've recently noticed that in the media it is perfectly acceptable to make blatant fun of Scientology, and yet no other relgious seems to attract the same abuse. I mean, nobody is gonna come out pretending like the ideas of Jesus and Mohammad and Moses are something that makes you regarded as a craz person. Scientologists are painted as total nut jobs because they believe in the stories of L Run Hubbard, and shit about aliens and thetans and shit like that. But look at the origin of Christianity? (i'll pick on that, because that's the one I know the most about). I mean, there is this guy who is born to a virgin, and people actually BELIEVE this, even though it's physically impossible. So what is the difference between believing that some divine spirit impregnated her? Divine spirit? How is that a more legitimite and socially acceptable answer than all the crap about aliens. (PS - i am impartial because i don't believe in either). I mean, I don't think scientologists are sitting around thinking about christians being totally headcases, or writing about them in people magazine about how they prefer silent births, and don't agree with ritalin. i mean, a lot of christians are full of shit, but why is it that anybody and everybody will openly mock the scientologist, but they won't go after the christians in such a way. I mean, think about it. Angels, demons, spirits, the plagues and the parting of the red sea, and flood and noahs arc, and the way the ten commandments came to be. i mean, come on, you KNOW that a good percentage of americans actually believe this. and if you really think about the stories, they are complete nonsense.
i have more to say abotu this later, about how maybe there is an analogy...
christianity is to mythology as scientology is to christianity. maybe the story of jesus actually started out as the same L Rob Hubbard story, but over the past 2000 years it's been all fucked up by humans who kept an oral history of it, and then it was written in the bible, and then translated and rewritten and shit.
yeah, i'll elaborate more later.

(ps - i don't know anything really about scientology, and i don't really care to. but i guess my point is the i might be jumping on the train from agnosticism to atheism. or buddhism. or maybe the zen of the tao or whatever it's called).

alright, i'm outta here.

One-eyed snakes on a plane

Has there been a porn yet made called "One-eyed snakes on a plane"? If there is, I want to see it. And if there isn't, I'm writing a script for it tomorrow.

Nerd Alert!

This is why I'm a total dork... because I see something like this http://www.idiomsite.com/ and I get totally excited!

Alright, so since that is boring, I am going to give you a preview of my story that I plan on regaling you with in a day or two.

Basically, I ended up going home with this musician guy. Kinky details will follow. But to give you a clue as to where this might be going, read this article, and it might bring you up to speed a touch. PS - Wholeheartedly agree with with the last sentence in the article. I'll explain more later.

Horrifying? Or perhaps.... hilarious?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHxjbWEDWWk

Fuckin uTube. Love it.

Ahh New York

Man, man, man
What a night

First of all, I slept for like two hours last night, and then had to work this morning. Not early or anything. But at 11. Which means I had to leave a little after 10. When you don't go to bed until like 6 am, and then you get up at like 9 am, that ain't a lot of sleep. Nonetheless, I got my ass up and worked from 11 am until 9 pm at The Mill, my freelancy job which is low key and fun, and full of hot british dudes. Midway through the day, I damn near fell asleep, which made me positive that the best idea was so come hoem immediately after work and go to bed. But really, come on, who the fuck do you think I am? My last assignment at work was to go drop off a package at FedEx in the West Vill/Quasi meatpacking district, and then I was allowed to take the taxi (that the company was paying for) to the nearest subway stop for my line. But alas, I opted instead to take the taxi to Fresh, my dear friend Kristi's restaurant in Tribeca. Much much drinking was done, and then after that, rather than moving along to the nearest 2 or 3 train stop, I opted to call my dear dear friend Kato back in California for a long overdue chat. We talked and talked long enough for me to get from the subway stop on Chambers and Church.... all the way up past the Astor place 6 train stop. it's quite a long walk. We had a lot to talk about. We were just about wrapping things up when all of a sudden up in front of me I saw a figure walking towards me with arms open. My natural instinct was to ignore the crazy man and walk around him, but then suddenly I realized that it wasn't a crazy dude, it was my friend Christian! I had text messaged him earlier in the evening when Kristi, Rich and I could not recall the name of our head chef when we worked at MoMA. Christian, another MoMA co-worker, happened to remember, and then we continued our email conversation. I was trying to convince him to head into the city from Queens to hang out with us, but then it became too late, and by then Kristi had gone along on her merry way, so i didn't think much of it. But whilst I walked and talked with Kato, Christian had called to find out where I was so him and his friends could come meet us. Since Kato and I were involved in such deep converstion, I missed his call and didn't realize that he was on his way into the city. And then, by some freak coincidence, him and his friends happened to drive by my as I walked along 3rd ave down in the East Village. And then they pulled over and he got out and came to say hello. What are the odds? I'm not sure. I'd guess.... not so good. It was actually pretty fucking random and kind of scary. Anywho, we went to the village, got some falafel, had a pitcher of beer, talked about the crocodile hunter's death (which, buy the way, is pretty darned unfortunate), had a shot of jaeger a piece, and then moved along. Somehow I fenagled my way into getting a ride home from his friends, which is always a bonus. And now, here I am. It's almost 5:30 am. I promised myself that I would get some sleep tonight, but I failed. I fucking failed. That's all for now.

Damn you, Ernesto!

Despite the remnants of tropical storm Ernesto cramping my style, I managed to have a pretty decent night out in this great city. (And I say this after arriving home at damn near 6 in the mo'nin.)
Highlights included...

Going to Grimaldis in Brooklyn and sitting two tables away from The Jesus. (Aka John Turturro)

Going to the Comedy Cellar and seeing a great show including some dude from Best week ever, whos name I can't remember right now but he was really funny and pretty hot, and he said hello to me afterwards, and nearly made me blush. And also, the highlight of my night was Ben Bailey... who is the host of Cash Cab on the Discovery Channel. Now, I know I am a huge dork, but I friggin love that show, and I was totally stoked to have seen him live. He was great. And then of course Dave Attell, who is always phenomenal and inappropriate. I'll have to look up the names of the other dudes, but all around, it was a really reall delightfully funny show.

And then, after that, went to a few bars, ran into some folk I knew, and then wrapped up the evening at Around the Clock with some delicious Waffles Benedict. Yum.

I'll have to write more tomorrow when I'm not so tired. It's almost 6 am, I need some sleep. Word.

Weeeeird

The creepiest thing ever might have happened tonight

I'll have to re-edit this blog at a later time when I'm more sober,
but I'll put down the jist of it for now.

earlier tonight ,I was at Swift, in the east village, and we caught a taxi to the alphabet, which was very short ride indeed, but somehow, on that short ride, the taxi driver fell in love with me, and gave me his number and wanted me to call him, and i gave him a fake number, cuz like, thats just what felt like was the right thing to do was.... but then. THEN like 3 hours later, we were still at the same bar he dropped us at in front of, and like he fucking came into the bar and showed up and was like all up in our faces.... i know i am not articulating this very well, but i will tomorrow. i am just pointed out right now how weird it is that this taxi driver came back to this bar and kinda stalked me.e.... it's kinda creepy, no? i mean, come on, really? who does that? i dunno.

in other news, i kinda met a fireman. you see, i texted my friend lauren, and apparently she left her phone at a bar the other night, and a fireman picked it up. so i was texting him tonight, and tomorrow afternoon i get to go and pick up the phone and meet him. rest assured, blog readers, i will keep you posted. but alas, now, it is after 4 am, and i am not sober, thusly i shall sleep, and write more tomorrow.

fare thee well.