September 22, 2006

This is the date of this year's Autumnal Equinox. The Autumnal Equinox means the end of Summer. By September 22, 2006, some big shit is going to happen. Some big shit needs to happen. The paramout of which is moving out. Anything that follows is no more or less important than any others. Getting (more) on track with my playing, which includes more practice. Saving some bread. Finding at least two possible employment avenues to pursue, if not more. Blog/write/draw MORE! Read more, TV less.

September 22, 2006.


Sciongate, Day Four Hundred Five (The Finale)

After months of refusal to settle with my car insurance company about my accident last May, I finally caught a break. The problem has been that I have chiropractor's bills which the insurance has been unwilling to pay for. My bills are around $700, and they were going to give me a settlement of $1200, which I was required to pay the doctor from that sum. Which would've left me with $500 for pain and suffering and having to cut way back on work. I said bullshit. Why pay for medical coverage if I have to pay for the doctor out of pocket? I've spent many a phone call arguing with at least two seperate claims adjustors over this very subject. They recently upped my settlement a couple hundred bucks, but still expected me to pay the doc's out of pocket. So fuck it. I literally gave up. The only thing that's kept me from settling is my apathy, and my reluctance to give in to the man. Well, I got a call today from another claims adjustor, and within 10 minutes, she not only offered me substantially MORE money, they're also paying my doctors bills! WØØ!

I was officially rehired at Z's today, too. Even though I lost my ass at two poker games, it's been a great day.

Wookies don't live on Endor!

I've been watching the Star Wars Trilogy Eric burned for me pretty much non-stop. It's the original Trilogy ripped off laserdisc, too, not this new shit with all the edits. I been watching it so much, not because I'm a Star Wars junkie, but because I'm too lazy to put new DVDs in the player. I think I'm on my 3rd pass in as many weeks. I laugh a little inside every time I hear the Wilhelm Scream. I'm at the part of Return of the Jedi where Luke and Leia just got speederbikes on Endor. Also, I hate Ewoks.

In other news, I'm pretty close to working at Z's again. I've talked to the right people. I'm gonna go in tomorrow and go through all the new hire paperwork bullshit. For those that don't know, I worked there for 3 years (almost to the day) when I left for bigger and better. Bigger and better somehow eluded me, so I need a job where I can make at least $400-$600 a week, and waiting tables for 20 hours a week for that much for beats the shit out of temping 40 hours a week for just as much (or probably less) money.

Also, Adam & The Smiling Tyrants have found a new drummer. He's good, can play our tunes, and knows when to be creative. We're pretty amped on getting our shit together and laying down a demo, now that we have a full band. If anyone has the hookup on a studio (cheap or free) and can get us time to put 4 tunes down, PLEASE share the love. Adam is working on booking a gig in HB, btw. Hopefully I'll have more news on that by the end of the month.

And in weirder news, I'm in the process of compiling a list of things I want to do before I die. I thought about this tonight before I went to rehearsal, and it seemed like a cool idea. I'm sure I'll blog about that when I get it written out.

Two bits to the first person who can reference this blog title.

Later, bitches.


Open Letter to Football Fans.

Every four years, I try to be interested in this thing called "the World Cup," not understanding why a fair amount of my friends care so much about countries they're not in/from, or why they care about soccer in general. I'm from the US, and as much as I don't follow sports in general, I still enjoy the occasional game of basketball/baseball/football. Yet I just can't seem to be the least bit interested in soccer. Run, pass, kick. Kick, pass, run. Kick, block, run. For 90 minutes, or however long, sometimes even with no goals. And if there's a tie, the games ends in a draw. Why does a game where everyone wants a clear victor have an "everyone's a winner" mentality?

The whole world (except for the US) has a passion for this game, and I just don't care one iota about it. Maybe because it's so simple is why I can't get into it. From what I can tell, this game has barely any rules. Just a bunch of guys running back and forth, trying to put a ball in a box. Maybe I don't care because my country doesn't have a fighting chance, and there really aren't any Americans who seem to care about that. I'd imagine those two points probably aren't mutually exclusive. Maybe it's because I never played as a kid. Well, that's not true. I think I played one AYSO game when I was 5 (even practiced and everything), and by the end of that game, I learned that soccer's not fun.

I read Pia's blog every day (well, every time she updates), and she LOVES soccer. If you aren't a regular visitor to her blog, she moved to Korea to teach English to young, elementary-age students. Having only been there for less than a year, I can see the honest enthusiasm she has for the Korean team in her words. She wants them to win. If I spent some time in a place where soccer was enjoyed by everyone, say in the UK, I could see myself being bitten by the soccer bug. Maybe it has something to do with being surrounded by people how are into it.

Now you hooligans out there, don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm open to the idea of liking soccer. I just don't like it. If anyone can make a case for soccer, I'll listen. I'll be glad to. I mean, any sport that unites people on a global scale can't be that bad. Once this World cup is over, I'll be nearly 30 by the time the next one comes around. Maybe I'll care then.


"Whisper whisper"

I'm not sure what happened, I'm not sure how it happened, but since the beginning of the week, I've felt like shit in some way or another. I think Monday presented itself with major fatigue. Tuesday, with incredible back and neck pain (I was at a point where I could barely move), and a scratch in my throat. Wednesday, more sore throat, a little less back pain. Yesterday, I thought I was doing pretty well, until last night when my voice started to go and my throat started to get sore. This morning, I can't speak above a whisper, and my throat hurts like a motherfucker. It sucks. It realy fucking sucks. Barbie found a list of OC Free Health Clinics. I'm going to the one on Romenya in Anaheim. See you soon.

BTW, I have no medical insurance.

And I went to bede at 330a last night. It's 746a when I wrote this addition.

1000 Arten ein Bier zu öffnen

or 1000 Ways to Open a Beer (in German!)


The First Official House of X Beer Review

And tonight's inaugural brew? None other than St. Peter's Cream Stout.

"Fuggles" and "Challenger" hops plus a blend of 4 local barley malts create an aromatic, strong, dark chocolate cream stout with a satisfying bittersweet aftertaste. Gold Medal winner in the International Beer Competition in 2003 and 2004. Serve at room temperature.

I stuck mine in the fridge, to the contrary of what St. Peter's Brewery suggests, but it was still good. I'm at the end of my glass, and it's warmed up to room temp, and it's still tasty. The flavor starts out a little chocolatey, then leaves a bitter, nutty aftertaste, with a hint of coffee. It's an excellent, smooth stout that won't leave you hangin'. I will defnintely be buying more of this stuff. Expect $3.49 for a 16.9 oz bottle.


DMZ, another comic YOU should be reading.

I know I've tried to give a heads up to you all when an excellent, accessible comic comes around, and DMZ is no different. The premise is that the 9/11 attacks and the subsequent actions/retaliations by the US Government (like sending our armed forces to fight in the foreign theater) have given rise to backwoods militias (from the "Free States") fostered by citizens who're fed up and are desperate for a change. A second US Civil War soon follows. It's a serious, modern, relevant title. It follows intern journalist Matt Roth who gets stuck in the middle of the US/Free States crossfire, and becoming the US' only look inside the war.

Debuting only 8 issues ago, Brian Wood's latest offering has become a fast favorite for fanboys and fangirls everywhere, myself included. There's plenty of time to get caught up to current, especially since the first arc (5 issues), "On The Ground" has just been collected into TPB form for $9.99. Get your ass to your Local Comic Shop and support a local business. Of course if you dont' know where that is, or you're too embarrassed to go in, you can pick up DMZ Volume 1 at Amazon.com.

I give DMZ 10/10. No joke. For me, it's up there with Y the Last Man, Ex Machina, & Watchmen (3 other titles you should read).

I've tried to do my best with recommending more "grown-up," non-superhero comics to those of you that might have an aversion to tights. Hope you grown-up kids out there enjoy this one.

Chimay for $6.99

I just went to the Wine Exchange in Orange on Tustin and Heim to buy a little Fathers Day gift for my Dad. I noticed they had Chimay Red and Chimay Blue, and upon closer inspection, I found it's $6.99 a bottle. That's less expensive than Trader Joe's (I think), or BevMo, or any supermarket. Thought some of you would like to know.


Good Friday (not in a figurative sense, like two days before Easter. I mean "good" in a literal sense.)

I woke up this morning, out of a deep slumber (I'm still not caught up from the road trip) and had to clean my shit. Done at 10, I thought I'd make it out to the Ugly Mug, for a light breakfast of an espresso and a pastry, along with some reading or something. I got there at 11a or so and parked in back. Apparently Phil stays closed until 1p on a Friday. As I was walking back to my car, I saw Phil peeking out of the closed horizontal blinds from an upstairs bedroom. I saw the slanted slat and shook my head at it. Not 15 seconds later, Phil came out the back door, we talked shit to each other, and he graciously opened briefly to make my espresso. He let me sit outside on the patio (which is why I went there in the first place) and I played Sudoku and slowly smoked Backwoods for at least 90 minutes.

Then, realizing I had a couple of extra bucks, I went to the comic store (I'll blog later about a couple of books that those of you who don't regularly read comics might want to keep your eyes out for). One of my new regular titles, Green Lantern Corps, came with a free Green Lantern Ring with purchase. How could I say no? I almost bought 9 copies so I could look like the cover of GL #49, but I didn't. It's small, but makes a pretty dorky pinky ring.

Got home and got a call from my parents to meet 'em for lunch at Islands. Besides the free lunch, here's why I said I'd meet 'em:

Then I went to Best Buy to buy this on the recommendation of R-Lex from the BKV forums. Haven't listened to it all yet, but it's good so far.

click for Amazon.com link

And the best part about today? It's only 530p.

Think of this as an Away Message...

Since there is no school todsy (and none until September), I was gonna take it easy and spend the day outside my house. Mug. New comics. A Guinness someplace. Maybe a smoke. Then back home at some point to practice.

If you're in for joining me in any of this, or you have a more lucrative offer, call me.


Another meme stolen from Kyle

1)How old do you wish you were?
16. I'd like to think I'd get laid a lot more and I'd've practiced bone more if I knew then what I know now.

2) Where were you when 9/11 happened?
Asleep on the couch in my Irvine apartment. I fell asleep around 5am. Justin came and woke me up when it happened and wouldn't stop talking. Once the second tower went down, we went to the store to buy emergency food supplies, all the while he was freaking out about us being locked down in a state of martial law. I drove the cart.

3) What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
I hit them, shake them, and walk away after having cursed only once.

4) Do you consider yourself kind?
I'll leave this one for you you all to decide.

5) If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?
Any place below my neck, except my chest.

6) If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?
Hebrew, Spanish, Chinese, French, & German

7) Do you know your neighbors?
I know of them.

8) What do you consider a vacation?
Being away from home, not working. {preferrably with a beer)

9) Do you follow your horoscope?
Not anymore

10) Would you move for the person you loved?
I dunno. Haven't had to make that decision yet.

11) Are you touchy feely?
Not so much. I probably have to be drinking to be.

12) Do you believe that opposites attract?
Yes, but not 100% of the time. It's usually that one end of the spectrum is attracted to the other, but not vice versa.

13) Dream job?
Full-time musician, then maybe brewmaster.

14) Favorite channel(s)?
Comedy Central & the Food Network. Sometimes CNN Headline News

15) Favorite place to go on weekends?

16) Showers or Baths?

17) Do you paint your nails?

18) Do you trust people easily?
No, but I'd like to think I'm a good judge of character.

19) What are your phobias?
I dunno. Your mom?

20) Do you want kids?
Not today.

21) Do you keep a handwritten journal?

22) Where would you rather be right now?
In a bigger bed... In Maui.

23) Who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?
My little cousins.

24) Heavy or light sleeper?

25) Are you paranoid?

26) Are you impatient?
Not really. I think I've recently attained a Buddha-like state of patience.

27) Who can you relate to?
My friends.

28) How do you feel about interracial couples?
I'm happy when people are getting laid. I don't care who with.

29) Have you been burned by love?
Love = Fire

30) What's your favorite pick-up line?
Get in my pants... Please?

31) What's your main ring tone on your mobile?
The main theme from Legend of Zelda for NES. Might change soon, tho.

32) What were you doing at midnight last night?
Watching Return of the Jedi, I think.

33) What did the last text on your cellphone say?
"*gasp!* and cool"

34) Whose bed did you sleep in last night?
My own, unfortunately.

35) What color shirt are you wearing?

36) Most recent movie you watched?
Return of the Jedi

37) Name three things you have on you at all times?
Wallet. Keys. Phone.

38.) What color are your bed sheets?
Sort of a bluish, bluey sort of color.

39) How much cash do you have on you right now?
something like $21

40) What is your favorite part of the chicken?
The waffle.

41) What's your favorite town/city?
Anaheim, CA

42) I can't wait till:
I have my own place.

43) Who sent this to you?
No one. Stole this thing, remember?

44) What did you have for dinner last night?

45) How tall are you barefoot?
6'0", bitches

46) Do you own a gun?
No, but I am carrying a lethal weapon in my pants.

47) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?

48) What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?
[See #46]

49) Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs?
Someplace better than this.

50) Last thing you ate?
Chicken Parmasean from Romano's Macaroni Grill

51) What songs do you sing in the shower?
I don't often sing, but when I do, it's Jazz heads, or bone solos.

52) Last thing that made you laugh?
The last thing that made me laugh uncontrollably was when we were at Barb's parents' house Monday morning. We were sitting around eating breakfast, when we started talking about their dog Chauncy, a shar pei. I commented on how that dog is an awesome dog, and Barb's brother Eric says "yeah, his name is 'Scrotum Face.' We call him 'Scro' for short," and I lost my shit. He's so damn funny.

53) Worst injury you've ever had?
Sprained ankle, fractured kneecap.

54) Does someone have a crush on you?
I'd like to think so.

55) What's your favorite candy?
It varies. Usually M&Ms. The Mega M&Ms are awesome, btw.

56) What song do you want played at your funeral?
Just some rag time. A wake is better than a funeral any day. Lets keep it a good time.

Trip Pics

I told you I took a shitload of pics. Here's the link to my Flickr page

Jeff's Flickr Albums

And here's a few to whet your whistle:

Driving through Napa

Us, in a hammock

Haight Street graffiti

Outside the Japanese mall in San Francisco

The little guy that made the drive home possible


I'm back

I just got back from our road trip (my road time was a little longer than Barbie's). Had a blast. Took a shitload of pics. Drove over 1000 miles in 3 days (4 if you count the 70 or so miles I put on the car today). We even made a last minute detour through San Francisco, which is a city I'm now in completely love with. I'll post more later, when I've had time to go through all the pics, resize 'em, upload 'em, etc. Until then, a quick synopsis of our route, including my first and last leg. All estimates include in-town driving:

Anaheim to Panorama City (65 miles)
PC to Napa Valley (425 miles)
Napa Valley to San Francisco (130 miles)
SF to Campbell (50 miles)
Campbell to Santa Barbara (300 miles)
SB to PC (120 miles)
PC to AH (65 miles)

And our Freeway/Highway/Interstate routes

91 Fwy > 405 > I5 > 580 > 680 > 780 > 80 > 29

29 > 80 > 85 > 17

17 > 80 > 101 > 405

405 > 101 > 134 > 5 > 91


Gone 'til Tuesday

Unless I decide to bring this thing up to Barb's, I'm off it until Tuesday. No blogs, no BKV.TV, no Zonkboard. If you need me, call me. Otherwise, send me an email and I'll get it in 4 days.



Computer problems (mostly) solved

So you might've guessed from my last (somewhat pissed) post that my computer is up, running, and in my posession. The problem was the charger, and not the charging system. At least, that's what the tech at Apple Specialities said. Apparently, the problem was the seam in the ring that plugs into the computer. The seam "split", and instead of a cylinder, I had a cone. So it wouldn't come out because the plug end was too wide. The tech replaced it gratis (hurray AppleCare), and now I have my computer. My trip there was all of 20 minutes.

For you Apple users local to 92807, take La Palma West to White Star, take a left, and they're all the way at the end, parallel to the 91. If you pass over the 91, you've gone too far. It sure beat the shit out of a trip to South Coast or Brea at 330 in the afternoon, and it's a great little store. I picked up an iTrip while I was there, so my trip with Miss Barbie this weekend will have a little bit more music than my limited, boring CD wallet.

From there (still pissed about the thing with the kid), I went and got some tacos and an horchata. Then to the comic store for 3 titles this week. A nice cheap week, so I can't complain. 52 Week #5, Wonder Woman #1 (written by Allan Heinberg), and of course Y the Last Man #46, my most favorite title. And there's only 14 issues left until the end, and I've been a fan since the beginning.

I've had a serious lack of beer lately, so I picked up some Stella Artois before coming home. I dreamed of finishing them all over a few hours. But alas, I have a 10 pm rehearsal tonight, and 10 AM lessons tomorrow morning. Then off to Napa Valley.


I was at Toyota of Orange getting my tires rotated, when I got a call from the teacher I was in for yesterday. She said a child accused me of saying something to him, that I unequivocally know I would never say to anybody, including a 12 year old kid. The kid straight up lied to the teacher about what he accused me of, and the teacher, not believeing him completely, called me personally to find out what happened. With hope that it blows over, but afraid that it's going to blow up instead, I'm not going to say what I was accused of saying, but if you've known me, you'd know it's something I'd never even think, let alone say. Feel free to IM me about it, but it's not going to appear on this blog for a while. If I said what I allegedly said, I would've expected immediate reprocussions. And you've got to understand that while my methods are somehwat unorthodox in the classroom, I've never said anything that I wouldn't 100% admit to. Also, if I did say something to this kid that was apparently so heinous, one would think the school would've heard from the kid's parents. Now, most students I have like me. In fact, I've been told that I'm the cool sub on more than one occasion. Now if a kid doesn't like me, that's fine. I don't have to like anybody. But even the kids that don't like me don't cross paths with me. This kid caused problems and I threatened a referral if he didn't stop acting up. He didn't, so he got a referral. When I give punishment out, I always give the kid a chance to redeem himself at the end of the day, and I allowed the kid the same courtesy. When he returned to me (one period later), we talked, he said he was sorry, I asked him for the referral, and he said he had already thrown it away. I reprimanded him for it, but I let the punishment slide. He even came and slapped hands with me at the end of the day and left with a smile on his face. Frankly, I feel betrayed. Fuck it. The year is almost over, and I don't have to sub anymore. I'm starting to think teaching isn't the right path for me after all.

Is gud?


It isn't.

Notwithstanding what's been laid on me in the last hour, it's time I took this computer in to get the charging system repaired. I'm gonna be in Napa Valley all weekend, so I won't need it, anyway. I'll be back on the interweb this Tuesday, which is when I'll be back home. Hopefully this thing will be ready by then.

More internet table scraps

The Escapists #2 by Brian K. Vaughan

A step-by-step process of how this new comic comes together, from the script stage to the final product. I am literally in love with the final art on page 4 (sorry, Barbie).


Promo site for the Phillips/Norelco Bodygroom electric razor. I literally laughed my ass completely off when I went through this site. You might not want to check it out at work, unless you work with laid back people.

Add it to my Birthday Wishlist.

The latest trough of internet table scraps (zeitgeist, here I come!)

Man embarks on a strict diet of... Monkey Chow


Imagine going to the grocery store only once every 6 months. Imagine paying less than a dollar per meal. Imagine never washing dishes, chopping vegetables or setting the table ever again. It sounds pretty good, doesn't it?

But can a human subsist on a constant diet of pelletized, nutritionally complete food like puppies and monkeys do? For the good of human kind, I'm about to find out. On June 3, 2006, I began my week of eating nothing but monkey chow: "a complete and balanced diet for the nutrition of primates, including the great apes."

Maybe I'll lose weight. Maybe I'll gain superhuman monkey strength. Maybe I'll go crazy. Maybe it's too late. Check back here every day to follow along with the Monkey Chow Diaries. Comments, criticisms, questions and advice can be left on the blog, angryman.ca/blog/angryblog.html

How to get revenge on those who stole your T-Mobile Sidekick II


June 6th, 2006: The people in the pictures below have my friend’s T-Mobile Sidekick. Instead of doing the honorable thing when finding someone’s phone in a taxi, they instead kept it.

I have found 8 cell phones in the last couple years in taxis. EVERY single one I have contacted the owner (by leaving a message on their voice mail or by answering their phone and telling their friends that I have the phone) and returned it promptly. When people have found my phone, they have also in turn returned it.

When my friend realized that she had left the Sidekick in the taxi she asked me to immediately send a message to the phone saying that we would give a reward for the phone. There was no response. After a day of waiting, she had to go to the store and spend over $300 on a new Sidekick. When she put her SIM card in, she saw that the person(s) that had taken the phone had not only signed on to AOL leaving their name and password in the phone, but they had taken pictures of themselves.

I immediately contacted the AOL name: Sashacristal8905 and requested that the Sidekick be returned. I was immediately told that my “white ass” didn’t deserve it back. That she was not a “white bitch” (my friend who is a blonde white girl had pics on the phone this person had obviously seen) stupid enough to return a phone she found. After lots of threats, she said she and her boy would wait for me at:

Sashacristal8905: i got ball this is my adress 108 20 37 av corona come n do it iam give u the sidekick so I can hit you wit it

So, anyways..this is my story. If you happen to know these people in the picture please let me know at: stolensidekick@gmail.com I am not going to go to the address posted above, because a.) Not going to waste my time going to a probable fake address b.) If it is real, there will be a physical altercation and I would probably wind up arrested which would do no good to anyone. I’d rather just embarrass the thief as much as possible. Teach them a lesson on the etiquette of returning peoples lost belongings.

Transformers The Movie teaser poster (click for full-sized image):

And since I'm always down to do some pimping for a friend, go to Kevin Sole's site, www.TwiceThursday.com. I think I've finally found someone who's art skills rival my own (you ever seen that ATHF ep where Meatwad carves messages into Karl's house? That's what I think of when I see the first frame)



Add this to my Birthday Wishlist

Absolute Dark Knight

DC Comics Absolute Editions set the standard for the highest quality, most in-depth presentation of classic graphic novels. Each oversized volume is presented in a slipcase and includes unique additional material making each Absolute Edition a cornerstone of any serious comic collection.

On its publication in 1986, Frank Miller’s THE DARK KNIGHT RETURNS changed the landscape of the graphic novel irrevocably. With its dark vision of Batman’s future and its stunning artwork, THE DARK KNIGHT RETURNS set the world on fire. 15 years later, Miller’s sequel, THE DARK KNIGHT STRIKES AGAIN, further redefined the boundaries of the superhero genre.

Now, both of these comics masterpieces are collected in one giant-sized slipcase edition for the first time ever. Frank Miller has provided a new introduction, a new cover and new art for the slipcase. This edition is also filled with bonus material featuring an excerpt from Miller’s original plot for DARK KNIGHT RETURNS #4, sketchbook material and much more.

It comes out on my birthday :D

Jeff vs. Special Education

I've been booked for this job for a little while, and I've been nervous about it since I got the call. Middle School Special Ed. I've been told it's not as bad as I've anticipated, but I've been reluctant to do it, nonetheless. Well I had to bite the bullet today, since I was requested for this job.

I started the day nervous, but foudn out quickly that it's not special ed, just kids that really need the extra help, or can't be around the general student body. In first period, I had an aid, a sub on break, and the teacher I was in for in the room with me. Needless to say, I had performance anxiety until the second period when everybody left. Then I got to know 'em all, and they really took to me. It was a tough 6 periods, though. Some kids just do what they want, others have genuine trouble, and struggle with things like putting sentences together, so even as a sub, you're trying to make everyone happy, but not pushing anyone to the point of frustration or embarrassment. There was one girl, "A," who got in everyone's face at the drop of a hat. Swearing, posturing, threatening kids with ass kickings. The teacher told me that A has had a troubled life, but her life is starting to stabilize, but she has a problem with authority. If you tell her to do something (or give her an order), she withdraws and gets confrontational. But if you compliment her (I'm told), she'll do just about anything you ask. For example, I was told to tell her how cute she is in case I need to get her to do something. Not wanting to test that theory, or pander to a 13 year-old girl, I was just nice to her (and to everyone else), but I didn't resort to compliments. Well, after lunch, she was late for class, then came around to the door, but went off to the elementary playground with friends. I told her to get back in the class, and she just kept walking. She was 20'-30' away when I used the heavy artillery, "A, my beautiful darling, will you please come back to class?" She didn't even break stride when she turned around to come back. It was classic. That, thankfully, is my most interesting story. No one else gave me too much trouble. Any issues were manageeable. If I were called for Special Ed again, I'd do it... I just hope I don't get called again.


It's 330a.

I'm wide awake.

I dozed off last night by 830p, and woke up an hour ago (sorry I missed you, baby). I'm glad I could get 6 hours of sleep, just not 3 hours sooner than I wanted to get them. Now I'm awake, worrying about money, work tomorrow, my overall musical ability, and what I should do to try to fall asleep until 7a. Or do I force myself to stay awake for three and a half more hours until I need to start getting ready? Fucking dilemma. Life sucks right now.


Mr. Long Goes to Washington

If you were too caught up in the Occult meaning of today to notice (6-6-6), today was the day for Primary elections. Apparently, I vote in California's 42nd district (The Fightin' 42nd!), and there are no nominees for the 42nd District's Representative. On a whim, I wrote myself in.

If you happen to vote in CA's 42nd District, and you see Jeffrey M. Long on the ballot, that's me. Vote for Me, and you'll get free cokes from the cafeteria vending machine every Friday at lunch.


Chris' Moving Day (Last Wednesday)

On Wednesday, I helped Chris move out of the little place in Alhambra that he and his wife were in, back to his old place in Orange. The whole situation sucked for Chris, cause he was living with his oldest friend, who in the last couple of weeks, became a big bitch and wouldn't man up to help his friend move out. That's where I come in. "Sure man, I'll help you move!" I said. Now, had I known beforehand just how much shit Chris has, would I have still offered to help him? Probably. But I might've had a cup of coffee in the morning, tho. Or a Red Bull. Now, some of you might think you have a lot of shit, or you might think you know people that have a lot of shit, but chances are you haven't met Chris yet. Chris has a LOT of shit. Though his shit is completely organized. It's impressive, actually. We made four trips from Alhambra to Anaheim and back (40 miles each way) in Chris' pickup from 8 am to 10pm. Chris brought the first load down by himself, picked me up, we unloaded, then headed back up. I'd like to give a shout out to the fine people at Carls Jr. and their delicious Breakfast Burger. Chris bought a pair, and we grubbed on our way back out to Alhambra. If I had a hangover, I wouldn't think twice about chowing down on one. Now like I said earlier, Chris has a lot of shit, but there are two things of which he has more than I'd expect any one man to own. Those are books and porn. Needless to say, I killed a precious few minutes each trip opening up boxes (and bozes) of Playboys and Penthouses and flipping through the contents. Also, I put a couple in the car to eliviate boredom. Yay, titties. And the books! He's got 55 boxes of books, all labeled with general contents, all between 20 and 50 pounds. For some reason, we decided to move 40 of these boxes during the hottest part of the Alhambra day, around 230-330 pm. 10 boxes fit in the bed, and we went four-high. Drove back down in rush hour, too. Perilous. One more trip besides that one, too. There was so much shit to do that day. I'll spare any more boring details, since nothing exciting happened after the books. I was fucking tired when I got home. Only to have to get up early to teach the next morning. C'est la vie.


Pre-Blog Blog

I've got a lot to blog, I'm just too lazy to do it. I'll get to this week soon.