Bye bye, Harry Potter 7

Hello God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater.


Not right.

Here are 3 things that aren't right with me right now:

1) It's 730 & I want to fell asleep.

2) The Angels are down 5-0 in the first inning.

3) I blogged about my nut and no one called me out on it.


Bye bye, Yiddish Policemen's Union

Hello, Harry Potter 7.

This week, at large.

I always have good bloggings in mind, until I sit in front of the comp to write it all out. Then zip! Gone. We'll see if I can make some sense.

First thing's first. Those concerned about my medical malady, don't worry. I'm getting better all the time. For those that don't know, it's time to reveal: Last Saturday, I discovered a mystery pain in my right testicle. No joke. I got it checked out, diagnosed, and I'm in the healing process. Without going into too much detail, it's ending up not being as big a deal as it sounds (I went a solid week completely freaking out, btw). Bottom line: I'm healthy, I've got two balls, and I'm clean (not that I get that dirty these days). It just sucks to walk for any extended period of time right now.

I made a new friend this week. We talked of lucid dreaming & pancakes, and she explained how to train your brain into making it happen (lucid dreaming, not pancakes). I've been trying to do what she's told me during my conscious time, but I lose track of it when I work. Did 9 hours at work tonight & completely forgot about lucid dreaming. I don't think you'll ever read this, but if you are reading right now, I'm trying, I swear.

Chris & I went to a used book store in Anaheim that's closing down. We bought some shit. I got a few Chess books, an anthology of Thoreau's works, a little paperback of Robert E. Howard's Conan the Barbarian (vol. 1), & a Harvard Dictionary of Music (I've never owned a music dictionary before).

I served for the first time in months Friday night. Had a kick ass night. I'm a really fucking good server. Went & saw Phil Shane after work, and seeing him is always a good time. It had only been a week since the last time. I think I'm a Phil Shane addict now. Might be time to join the fan club. Might be time to drive out to State Line & see him at Whiskey Pete's.

Yesterday (Saturday), I had the day off. Did some shopping, for food & not-food. I'm trying my damnedest to buy food to make at home, instead of the late night/early morning drive-thru runs (tho In & Out is ok). I was convinced to hit the frozen foods aisle @ Trader Joe's. Also, I've been buying soy milk instead of regular milk. I'm not sure why, but milk skeeves me out lately. However, chocolate milk still sounds delectable to me. If I weren't drinking beer, I'd have some right now. I might just have to finish my beer...

Went to Best Buy & bought Murs' newest album, Murray's Revenge, and the Dr. Strange animated movie and watched it under the influence. I need to watch it again. It made no sense to me, and I lurve Doc Strange. The Murs album is fucking amazing, by the way. For more Dr. Strange goodness, read Dr. Strange: The Oath by my favorite guy, Brian K. Vaughan & Marcos Martin.

Today, I spent my pre-work time reading. I'm nearly done with Yiddish Policemen's Union (it's getting done before sleep tonight). I also poured over some comics. Green Lantern comics. The current arc is incredible. All my years loving Green Lantern comics have not been in vain. Head to your LCS Today! & read it, or trade-wait, whenever that happens. It's the Sinestro Corps arc. C'mon, let your inner nerd out once in a while.


Almost done.

I've got two chapters left in Yiddish Policemen's Union, and I have to stop & get ready for work. Not cool.


Just got this on MySpace. Thought it'd make a good blog.

1. If I looked in your trunk, what would I find?
Some papers. Business papers.

2. Do you go to the bathroom with the door open or closed?
Depends on if I'm home alone. Usually closed.

3. Are your underwear and socks folded in your drawers, or just thrown in?
Sometimes one, sometimes the other.

4. Sleep on your back or stomach?

5. Are you a cuddler?

6. What would I find if I looked under your bed?
A sleeping bag, an air mattress, and maybe some dirty clothes.

7. Something that happened today that has made you mad?
Not mad. Just concerned.

8. What were you doing before this survey?
Eating In & Out. My favorite.

9. What will you do after this survey?
Put some music on & go to sleep!

10. Marriage or living together?
Maybe someday. Not today.

11. What are you wearing right now?
PJ pants.

12. How many times have you been in love?

13. What are you afraid of?
Acute testicular torsion.

14. Do you talk about your feelings or hide them?
I'm an open book.

15. Is there something you regret and wish you could take back.

16. First thing you do when you wake up?
Play the snooze game for 27 minutes

17. Last person you told you love them?
My mom.

18. Kiss with your eyes open or closed?
Closed, mostly.

19. Bite or Lick?

20. Last argument you got into?
Not sure, but it was probably on the way to City of Industry the other night.

21. Do you tend to rip the paper off water bottles?
Not usually.

22. Why do you like the person you like?

23. When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep?
Emphatically, yes.

24. If you were given the chance to take care of a monkey for a weekend, would you?
Yes, cause if the plague hits, that monkey's gonna come in handy.

25. What is the current advertisement on the side of the screen?
(this was a MySpace survey...)

26. What are you looking forward to in the next few months?
Not a goddamn thing.

27. When will you turn 50?

28. Where do you wish you were right now?

29. What song are you currently listening to?
"I Think I'm In Love" - Beck. I don't think I am, by the way. Just happened to be on.

30. Have you ever passed out from drinking?
That's half the reason TO drink.

31. If you caught a significant other cheating on you what would you do?
I'd leave. Simple, hmm?

32. What time did you wake up this morning?

33. Do you have any cousins?
Yeah. A lot.

34. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
The mother of one of my students, to schedule a lesson.

35. What is the WORST subject they teach in school?
PE. Fuckers.

36. Where do you plan on living when you grow up?
Southern California.

37. What was your dream this morning?
I don't remember.

38. How many times have you seen your favorite movie?
At least 20.

39. Where was the last place you traveled?
San Diego

40. How was your past week?
Awesome, slowly progressing into terror.

41. What is your favorite song?
I can't answer that right now. There isn't ever just one.

42. Why are you doing this survey?
It's distracting.



I wrote this last night:

I've been feeling pretty lame since Sunday. Yesterday. Maybe I'm just coming down off my weekend. The 3-Day birthday was awesome, had the self esteem up pretty high. Drank, saw Phil Shane, saw Superbad (which is fucking awesome). Bought & watched Bubba Ho-Tep. Bought & played Guitar Hero 2. Bought a new phone, too. Drank some more. Then back to the grind last night. Liquor inventory. Trying to keep my shift under 9 hours so I can make it out for a couple Guinness before bed. Manager meeting today @ 3, then out after just after midnight. I lost my coherence on the shift. Got "fuzzy." It's when I lock it into auto-pilot because I can't think or see clearly. I let my hands go where they need to go, I talk to who I need to talk to, I get my job done, but it's just going through the motions. EVERY shift was like that before I quit the first time, 3 years ago. I wasn't the boss then. I am now. I hope it's not happening again. Of course distraction seems to be the noun on my mind these days. I'm working on getting focused. I'm trying to get all my lil' ducks in a lil' row...


(¡MORE!) Birthday pics are up!

From last night! Thanks again to everyone that came out. Especially Hung, who's too punctual for his own good. Sorry for being late!

The Photoset

Hot Damn!

Chris, Eric & I

Ryan, getting frisky

The One Man Legend & The X

(¡MORE!) And here's a couple from Friday, all up on Flickr:

Jonny, Me & Mike

Look how much fun I'm having!!

Fuckin' new comic shop...

There's a comic shop walking distance from my place now. It's lame. The one I go to in Tustin rules. This one's closer, tho. They didn't have the comics I was looking for from last week. And he tried to sell me on bags and boards. I told him 'no thanks.' He then proceeds to tell me what they do. Junior, please. I've been collecting comics since you were in diapers. I know what bags and boards do, and I don't want them today. Motherfucker.


I have great friends (this means YOU!)

Thanks to everyone so far that's wished me a happy birthday, whether it be on IM, this blog, MySpace, over the phone, or in person. You all really know how to make a guy feel loved!


Do you folks like coffee? (!!!)

\m/ Fuckin' metal!!!

I feel really good right now....

After the weird Tuesday I had, I feel amazing. Time to crash out & keep it going for a few days...


I'm home from the Harp, somewhat intoxicated (but I walked, so there), and I'm feelin' pretty awesome for my first couple hours of being 27. Tomorrow should be fun. I'm off work. Also off Friday & Saturday. Can't beat that. Now my only concern before going to bed is what time the neighbors' cats or dogs will wake me up with their yelping. The dog today yelped from 8a (which is when I woke up. It might've started earlier.) to 140, when I left for work. It's not so bad with the window closed, but I like to sleep with the shit open & the ceiling fan on low. We'll see. I'll blog. It'll be good.

Tomorrow = Dinner w/ the parents (I think) & Phil Shane @ night. Should be a blasty blast. Anyone that wants to join (post-dinner) need only to call yours truly.



Thursday night!

This Thursday, it's my birthday. I'll be 27. Here's the plan:

7pm, the Azteca in Garden Grove. Their Crooner's Lounge is an "Elvis-themed" bar. It's Elvis night. On the 30th anniversary of Elvis' death. Starring Phil Shane, the hardest working man in show business. If you can come out, come. If you can't, no worry. Chances are you can catch me at the Harp Inn any night between tonight (after midnight) & Friday. Call me if you wanna come.


"Jeffrey, you match a description..."

Tonight's been n interesting night. I encountered some lame MySpace drama & left my place to get drunk. Here's my story:

I walked to my new favorite bar, The Harp Inn in Costa Mesa, and there's a drunk Irishman at the bar. I ordered a shot of bushmills, he recommended tullamore dew, which I was more than happy to try. it was great, by the way. We talked of his new dog and his previously dead dog. His divorce and his new girlfriend. He wanted to know if he should go to her place, drunk off his motherfucking ass at 2a when the bar closed. The bartender & I said "no." I gave some pretty strong arguments why he shouldn't go & the bartender agreed (I can be pretty smart sometimes). He listened to reason (barely) & took a cab to his place (as far as I know).

On my walk home, I was stopped by Costa Mesa PD. My first time stopped while walking home. Thought they were gonna hit me for public intox or something (cause I was in no condition to drive), when the officer first on the scene started interrogating me. I asked him what this was about & whatever help he needed from me, I was happy to comply. Apparently, there was a guy who caused some shit at a bar near to where I was & I matched his description. Well, 15 minutes, a pat down, a barrage of questions, 5 cop cars & a helicopter, and an assload of bright lights later, and I was cleared to go. They took my address, my phone #, my pertinent info, etc. One of them even asked me about my shoes, which I was more than happy to tell him about. He thought they were Vans. They're Pumas. I even told him where to buy 'em. Not bad for 3 Guinness & a shot of whisky in the 45 minutes before close.


CD goodness.

Bought a sweet CD today. Eleven Continents by RF & Lili De La Mora (myspace). They're awesome. I've listened to it twice today. And now Illinoise by Sufjan Stevens (myspace) is on. I'm in heaven right now. so relaxed....

In sad news, I forgot to buy Green Lantern Corps #14 & X=Factor #22 today. =(


...don't forget to bring a towel...


That fucking bar...

There's this bar we all go to from work. Any connection I have to it ends up being interesting. Met a punk motherfucker tonight who swore at me in Hawaiian and wouldn't slap hands with me. Fucker. I don't know why I keep going back there... Time to eat.


What a difference a year makes.

Optimus Prime, 2006:

Optimus Prime, 2007:

I'm such a goddamn dork...

im in ther house stealin ther luv!!1!

Just now, a neighbor's cat (the one who was whining two mornings ago @ 6a) infiltrated our house and tried to get comfortable. Don't get me wrong, I'd love a cat in the house. Mostly to give me an excuse to take pictures & turn them into cat macros. Plus, it'd give me the chance to say "now we have some pussy in the house." Which, if you know me, would make my day every time I said it. But between the cost of care & feeding, and the fact that I wear dark wool slacks for work, it'd be stupid to go back to the world of sticky rollers & vacuuming the couch all the time. And the litter box... no thanks.


I wanted today to be boring, I swear!

My blogging has been slow, lately. Promises of Comic Con stories & living the single life in Costa Mesa have gone unfulfilled. I promise I'll get off my ass. Not right now, tho. I've been lazy all day and I've got a big night of playing poker until either this cell phone rings, or I head off to Mike's gig @ Taco Beach in LB tonight.

Also, I joined the Suicide Girls Online Community today.



Just now, in one fell swoop, I managed to knock the little rubber rings off the back of both my piercings, make both bleed, and pull one (the right one) completely through the hole. Fucking T-shirts.

Looking for a new fedora...

Ok. It's 215 & I'm fresh off a walk from the Goat Hill Tavern back to my place. Full off a pitcher of Murphy's Irish Stout, Fiona Apple is on, and there's just one thing on my mind. I want a new fedora. And I want it by the 16th. My Birthday. I've got grand designs that night. Designs that only a fucking hip new fedora will complete. I've been looking on all the hat sites today, on Amazon, on eBay, and I'm not seeing much. There have been a few hip ones, but it seems the more hip it is, the more expensive it is.

What I'm looking for is a brownish fedora, maybe straw, maybe porkpie style, shallow or stingy brim (2 1/4" or less). Less than $100. Preferably less than $50. Here's my dream hat. It's only $195.

If anyone happens to see a fedora matching this description that looks cool, drop me a line or a link & I'll take a look.


Proust Questionnaire, stolen from Paolo.

What is your idea of perfect happiness?
As of today, just living comfortably.

What is your greatest fear?
Being alone. No friends, no family.

Which historical figure do you most identify with?
Abraham Lincoln.

Which living person do you most admire?
My Uncles.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
I'm pretty quick to trust. I dunno if I deplore that about me, but it's troublesome at times.

What is the trait you most deplore in others?
I deplore fair weather associates.

What is your greatest extravagance?
My lust for comic books.

What is your favorite journey?
Getting to know a new girl.

What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

On what occasion do you lie?
I lied the other day, because girls were involved.

What do you dislike most about your appearance?
My weight.

Which living person do you most despise?
Warren Ellis (no, not really).

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
"That's a great question."

What is your greatest regret?
Not playing trombone for 2 years, 3 years ago.

What or who is the greatest love of your life?
Music. And Comics. And Friends.

Which talent would you most like to have?
I'd like to be able to skateboard.

What is your current state of mind?
I'm horny & bored. Sorry to say.

If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be?
Nothing. Not one thing.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Becoming an full-fledged adult.

What is your most treasured possession?
I've got this ring that was a great great aunt's that I'll wear occasionally. It's ostentatious, but I like it.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Feeling like you have no one to turn to.

Where would you like to live?
Someplace quiet, like Kauai. Or someplace insane, like San Francisco.

What is your favorite occupation?

What is your most marked characteristic?
I'm pretty loyal to those I'm close to.

What is the quality you most like in a man?
Knowing how to act like a gentleman.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

What do you most value in your friends?
Unconditional love.

What is it that you most dislike?
My not having enough time for my friends.

How would you like to die?
Peacefully, at an old age, and having accomplished something amazing in my life.

What is your motto?
So it goes.