Home Sweet Home

Hey everyone... up the stairs by the big blue water tower is the place I have called home for nearly the last year. And just this week, I bought it. I am now the proud owner of an Ice House loft. My happiness is only diminished by the fact that said loft is currently a mess.....

Double Standards

When you live with another person you find it necessary to make certain concessions. You each bend and give and compromise on what goes where (coffee cups, bottom shelf) , what doesn't go there (toilet paper does not go on top of the fridge...) , and what just goes (I don't care if you made it in highschool metals class...). You also deal with different standards of cleanliness/neatness. One way I chose to deal with this was to "give up" the master bathroom to Manthing and claim the guest bathroom as my own. I let Manthing run his bathroom his way until it borders on third world levels of sanitation crisis. Recently before beginning a "bathroom reclaimation" I surveyed the scene: hairballs on the floor and in the shower, several newspapers and magazines in various degrees of water damage, daubs of hardened toothpaste, hair product and shaving gel dotting the counter, the flattened and empty carcasses of several travel-sized tubes of toothpaste, no less than three empty toilet paper rolls... and the one full one resting on the back of the toilet instead of the holder, and the toilet... the toilet.... what was growing in the toilet?

Anyway, after taking in all that I called my Manthing in.
Me- "Baby, just a question."
Manthing - "Yes?" (bracing himself)
Me- "If you checked into a hotel and found the bathroom like this, what would you do?"
Manthing - (looking sheepish) "I would call down to the front desk and raise holy hell."
Me- "Ok."


Somebody explain it to me please. I don't get it.

Poopy Bears

Backstage on a show I just did recently I had a huge bag of sugar-free gummy bears. Now for those of you who don't know, sugar-free gummy bears are every bit as delicious as those made with sugar. But they have one drawback. One HUGE drawback. When taken in certain quantities, like more than 4 or 5 little bears at a time, they have a severe laxative effect. I myself even knowing this had an "episode" with the bag of bears before resorting to pulling out just three bears and making them last an hour or more.

A co-worker of mine came over and kidnapped the bag of bears. I tried to explain to him the severity of the reaction and he just "poo-pood" me. About an hour later he came over and said. "I threw those gummy bears away! They went right through me! Damn poopy bears!"

Poopy bears. The new given name for sugar-free gummy bears. So let it be written, so let it be done.

Tears and Tears!

So while dropping some dollars on I-Tunes I ran across a quote that went something like this (in referrence to Tears for Fears album Seeds of Love): "My dad used to listen to this all the time and I loved it even when I was a just a little kid...."
ow! ow! ow! ow! ow! And from looking at the picture ... my youth wasn't the only one that has been so cruelly stolen.

Bad Clients

Every single one of us has a bad client (or boss or supervisor etc...) on occasion. This week my bad client is "Rob" (name not changed to protect privacy as he is a greasy ferret). Rob used to be a head waiter somewhere and somehow managed to infect his way into my industry as a creative producer. He sweats, hovers, micromangages and panics all over the place. I do my best to avoid eye-contact with him as I am fairly certain that my blue eyes would be flashing a highly obvious "You are a mealy dick" banner that would read as well as a neon billboard in Vegas. And I can't look at him without being amazed anew at his remarkable resemblance to a certain toy.... the Stress Bob.

My Enemy, Myself

So why is it that after having a brilliant session at the gym (with treadmill, weights and a cleansing eucalyptus steam) does one then feel irresistibly compelled to down an entire bag of licorice and a box of Cheez-Its? So being thus aware of the ghost in the machine.... how does one get rid of it? Why isn't the natural course of action positive? Suggestions?

Arcosanti

It slowly rises into view, emerging from the shimmering heat of the desert floor. A hulking mass of glass and concrete. The crumbling remains of a city in the far future of some vaguely familiar planet. As you approach you are greeted with the warm scent of sage and the sonorous sound of bells. Inside the temperature cools considerably and you detect the presence of water in the smell of the damp concrete walls. This place is special, you can feel it. Arcosanti struck a familiar chord with me. It reminded me of a fantasy land envisioned in childhood. I can't wait to further explore it's wealth and mysteries!