2.24.06
4:26 PM
I just discovered there is something out there called “muffin loaf”. I’m not sure how this will affect my life in the long run.
2.24.2006
2.25.06
11:26 AM
Working the 11am to 7pm today in order to start my weekend earlier. On my quick walk from my door to the shadow of the Hospital, I noticed the sun was lighting things in a different way. I thought that was nice. I have been noticing the sun and its interaction with things recently. I like it.
I had a dream last night in which Christina and I were taking a Philosophy class taught by John Linnell. Christina was sleeping during his lecture and he sneered at her. He and I talked after the class and he wasn’t scared of me at all. That’s how I knew it was a dream.
I awoke at 9:10 having to pee and since my alarm was at 10:30, I went back to bed. I started another dream but it was interrupted by my alarm. I use “alarm” simply to indicate “something that wakes me up”. I enjoy being able to have whatever music I want wake me up.
On the periphery of my hearing, I’m picking up a typical tale of male aggression that probably goes back to the Stone Age. Some Housekeeping guy is bragging about how some other Housekeeping guy kind of “came up” on him and “looked to start sumpin’”. The first Housekeeping guy blah blah blah. Now he just keeps going on about how he’s lucky the guy “squashed the beef” because “it just comes naturally…BOW!” I’m assuming that means that usually he would have fought the guy but because he didn’t push it, it was resolved. Jesus. You fucking retard. YOU EMPTY MY GARBAGE! I would be aggressive if the middle phase of my life focused on emptying someone’s garbage. He probably gets pugilistic in hopes that someone will kill him and end his sorrow or that he’ll be able to sue someone and live the rest of his life in money. Great. Now he’s talking about his strategy for taking me down because I’m so tall. Christ. He said he’d use a bat and work on my “technical parts”. Doth he mean my testicles? Doth he mean my engineering degree? What in the bleeding hell is this mongoloid talking about?! I’m floating in a sea of massive neurological dysfunction. I wonder if my immersion in this environment will affect me through osmosis or something. When I went from comics to Harry Potter to the Count of Monte Cristo it was evident that something was wrong. Was it indeed Harry Potter or has this atmosphere been slowly killing of my thought processes and higher brain functions? I’m not challenged by my work at all so I’m not receiving any stimuli except for that which I present myself…could this place be devolving my mind? This could be serious. I need to spend my time here writing, thinking, reading things that aren’t Harry Potter…I’m glad I caught this before something irreversibly happened…
12:42 PM
Here’s something interesting…I just noticed that when someone calls me to make an outside call, I will always repeat the number and say the opposite of their pronunciation of the word/number zero/0. In other words, if someone calls up and says “four oh seven” I will repeat it as “four zero seven” and if someone calls with “three zero one” I will say “three oh one”. Is it because I am a disagreeably prick or because certain numerical phrases have a better cadence when the zero and oh are switched? Hey, why can’t it be both? Excellent.
11:26 AM
Working the 11am to 7pm today in order to start my weekend earlier. On my quick walk from my door to the shadow of the Hospital, I noticed the sun was lighting things in a different way. I thought that was nice. I have been noticing the sun and its interaction with things recently. I like it.
I had a dream last night in which Christina and I were taking a Philosophy class taught by John Linnell. Christina was sleeping during his lecture and he sneered at her. He and I talked after the class and he wasn’t scared of me at all. That’s how I knew it was a dream.
I awoke at 9:10 having to pee and since my alarm was at 10:30, I went back to bed. I started another dream but it was interrupted by my alarm. I use “alarm” simply to indicate “something that wakes me up”. I enjoy being able to have whatever music I want wake me up.
On the periphery of my hearing, I’m picking up a typical tale of male aggression that probably goes back to the Stone Age. Some Housekeeping guy is bragging about how some other Housekeeping guy kind of “came up” on him and “looked to start sumpin’”. The first Housekeeping guy blah blah blah. Now he just keeps going on about how he’s lucky the guy “squashed the beef” because “it just comes naturally…BOW!” I’m assuming that means that usually he would have fought the guy but because he didn’t push it, it was resolved. Jesus. You fucking retard. YOU EMPTY MY GARBAGE! I would be aggressive if the middle phase of my life focused on emptying someone’s garbage. He probably gets pugilistic in hopes that someone will kill him and end his sorrow or that he’ll be able to sue someone and live the rest of his life in money. Great. Now he’s talking about his strategy for taking me down because I’m so tall. Christ. He said he’d use a bat and work on my “technical parts”. Doth he mean my testicles? Doth he mean my engineering degree? What in the bleeding hell is this mongoloid talking about?! I’m floating in a sea of massive neurological dysfunction. I wonder if my immersion in this environment will affect me through osmosis or something. When I went from comics to Harry Potter to the Count of Monte Cristo it was evident that something was wrong. Was it indeed Harry Potter or has this atmosphere been slowly killing of my thought processes and higher brain functions? I’m not challenged by my work at all so I’m not receiving any stimuli except for that which I present myself…could this place be devolving my mind? This could be serious. I need to spend my time here writing, thinking, reading things that aren’t Harry Potter…I’m glad I caught this before something irreversibly happened…
12:42 PM
Here’s something interesting…I just noticed that when someone calls me to make an outside call, I will always repeat the number and say the opposite of their pronunciation of the word/number zero/0. In other words, if someone calls up and says “four oh seven” I will repeat it as “four zero seven” and if someone calls with “three zero one” I will say “three oh one”. Is it because I am a disagreeably prick or because certain numerical phrases have a better cadence when the zero and oh are switched? Hey, why can’t it be both? Excellent.
2.23.2006
Bad 23rd
2.23.06
4:19 PM
Bad 23rd.
It’s amazing how my day can be ruined so easily.
So, you all may or may not know that I have a nemesis here at the Hospital. Her name is Debbie Buntin and she is a lot of the things I hate. She is greedy, fat, loud, stupid and dishonest. Long story short, her scheduled time is Saturday and Sunday, 7am to 7pm. Aside from those days, I should NEVER see this tubby cunt. However, she is greedy and loves her money, so she bitches and moans in order to pick up more hours during the week. Specifically, the 11am to 7pm shift. That means I have to see this thing every once in a while. You know, I can’t even talk about her I hate her so much. I think what I might do is start writing her home phone number on bathroom stalls or something. I don’t know. I can’t think clearly right now. My mind has been clouded. I’ll just hit the highlights: Every payday she shows up with a magnifying glass and a calculator. She finds even a PENNY missing and she makes an appointment with the head of finance, claming that she was cheated out of money. She is constantly claming to work when she doesn’t. She opts to not take a lunch break in order to demand that she be paid time and a half for it. She gossips and tattles like an unpopular third grader. An unpopular, FAT third grader. And the thing that really amplifies all this shit is that Monday through Friday; she is a Reverend at a nearby church. There is just something so fundamentally loathsome about that. The fact that she is greedy, gluttonous, petty, oversensitive, scummy, a cunt AND a reverend just makes me sick to my stomach. And the fact that I have to share the same earth as her makes me depressed.
On the upside though, if she continues with her eating habits, she’ll be dead in no time so…clouds and silver lining and al that.
On the further upside, I downloaded a bunch of excellent Nine Inch Nails boots, both audio and video AND I finally saw the Prince performance from SNL. Amazing. He destroys and then reconstitutes his guitar. The second song (with this R&B soundalike, Timar) was less impressive. So far I’ve heard four songs of the new album (3121 in stores March 21st) and two have been awesome while the other two have sounded like typical light Latin jazz and shitty R&B respectively while the other two have been quite excellent, a true return to form for Prince. Whatever the quality of the new album, I think seeing him in concert hen he comes around to New York would be a good idea. His live thing on SNL was blistering and I want MY skin peeled off.
I am also eagerly awaiting the delivery of my eels live DVD. I went around to three different stores on Tuesday and although they had copies listed as being in the stores, they were nowhere to be found. So I popped for the extra ten bucks for two day delivery. By the end of today I shall be watching it. Or heads will roll.
Saturday is my 6th anniversary with Christina. So, if anyone wants to do a movie or something, I’m not doing anything.
Just kidding.
I’ll be having sex.
Most likely with Christina. My girlfriend. Not Christina Nongirlfriend. That would be sick. Especially since she is banging someone else at the time. Yeah. Sloppy seconds.
Anyway, that’s it. If anyone has any extra negative energy in their lives, feel free to point it towards Debbie Buntin.
Thanks.
8:00PM
Day improved markedly with the advent of my package from UPS and the creation and consumption of one of the best meals ever. This day turned out all right after all.
Now I will read comics.
4:19 PM
Bad 23rd.
It’s amazing how my day can be ruined so easily.
So, you all may or may not know that I have a nemesis here at the Hospital. Her name is Debbie Buntin and she is a lot of the things I hate. She is greedy, fat, loud, stupid and dishonest. Long story short, her scheduled time is Saturday and Sunday, 7am to 7pm. Aside from those days, I should NEVER see this tubby cunt. However, she is greedy and loves her money, so she bitches and moans in order to pick up more hours during the week. Specifically, the 11am to 7pm shift. That means I have to see this thing every once in a while. You know, I can’t even talk about her I hate her so much. I think what I might do is start writing her home phone number on bathroom stalls or something. I don’t know. I can’t think clearly right now. My mind has been clouded. I’ll just hit the highlights: Every payday she shows up with a magnifying glass and a calculator. She finds even a PENNY missing and she makes an appointment with the head of finance, claming that she was cheated out of money. She is constantly claming to work when she doesn’t. She opts to not take a lunch break in order to demand that she be paid time and a half for it. She gossips and tattles like an unpopular third grader. An unpopular, FAT third grader. And the thing that really amplifies all this shit is that Monday through Friday; she is a Reverend at a nearby church. There is just something so fundamentally loathsome about that. The fact that she is greedy, gluttonous, petty, oversensitive, scummy, a cunt AND a reverend just makes me sick to my stomach. And the fact that I have to share the same earth as her makes me depressed.
On the upside though, if she continues with her eating habits, she’ll be dead in no time so…clouds and silver lining and al that.
On the further upside, I downloaded a bunch of excellent Nine Inch Nails boots, both audio and video AND I finally saw the Prince performance from SNL. Amazing. He destroys and then reconstitutes his guitar. The second song (with this R&B soundalike, Timar) was less impressive. So far I’ve heard four songs of the new album (3121 in stores March 21st) and two have been awesome while the other two have sounded like typical light Latin jazz and shitty R&B respectively while the other two have been quite excellent, a true return to form for Prince. Whatever the quality of the new album, I think seeing him in concert hen he comes around to New York would be a good idea. His live thing on SNL was blistering and I want MY skin peeled off.
I am also eagerly awaiting the delivery of my eels live DVD. I went around to three different stores on Tuesday and although they had copies listed as being in the stores, they were nowhere to be found. So I popped for the extra ten bucks for two day delivery. By the end of today I shall be watching it. Or heads will roll.
Saturday is my 6th anniversary with Christina. So, if anyone wants to do a movie or something, I’m not doing anything.
Just kidding.
I’ll be having sex.
Most likely with Christina. My girlfriend. Not Christina Nongirlfriend. That would be sick. Especially since she is banging someone else at the time. Yeah. Sloppy seconds.
Anyway, that’s it. If anyone has any extra negative energy in their lives, feel free to point it towards Debbie Buntin.
Thanks.
8:00PM
Day improved markedly with the advent of my package from UPS and the creation and consumption of one of the best meals ever. This day turned out all right after all.
Now I will read comics.
2.17.06
4:36 PM
So sleepy! I suppose that’s what I get for waking up early to do laundry. Silly, clean-smelling Paul. Stupid, fat Hobbits.
A reoccurring beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep type alarm keeps going off down here. There is nothing I can do about it but try to focus my annoyance into a beam of light with which I can destroy it. Wish me luck.
At the moment, I hanker for pizza…
Do you hanker for something? I’ll bet dollars to doughnuts you do. Lots of dollars. Like forty. Tomorrow looks to be a fun day just as much as Sunday looks to be a looooong, tiring day during which I shall be wearing make up.
Also, tomorrow is my “Is Paul Psychic?” Day.
Hm. I just belched and now I want chicken tenders.
I think that announcing my psychic glimmer might have canceled out whatever was going to happen. Well, since that is most likely the case, let me make specific predictions pertaining to Nine Inch Nails.
Now, all I remember is Nine Inch Nails had something to do with the number “2.18”. Tomorrow night, NIN is playing in Kansas City. This is the fifth or sixth date on the latest leg of the tour and so far they have brought back some older songs (“Mr. Self Destruct” and “Please”) but nothing crazy new/never played before has been seen. Perhaps tomorrow night that will happen. NIN is also going to release their new single “Every Day Is Exactly The Same” soon. Tomorrow might be the release date announcement, or perhaps the posting of the music video on their web site. Aside from those things, the DVD release of their ’97 live video and video collection could be announced, but I can’t imagine anything else. Frankly, I can’t imagine any of those things happening. I am shocked when NIN announces any sort of release date. Anyway, those things are the most feasible and the first things that pop to mind, but anything else (new album news or some crazy out-of-the-blue release date) is not expected at all. I suppose we’ll find out soon…together…
4:36 PM
So sleepy! I suppose that’s what I get for waking up early to do laundry. Silly, clean-smelling Paul. Stupid, fat Hobbits.
A reoccurring beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep type alarm keeps going off down here. There is nothing I can do about it but try to focus my annoyance into a beam of light with which I can destroy it. Wish me luck.
At the moment, I hanker for pizza…
Do you hanker for something? I’ll bet dollars to doughnuts you do. Lots of dollars. Like forty. Tomorrow looks to be a fun day just as much as Sunday looks to be a looooong, tiring day during which I shall be wearing make up.
Also, tomorrow is my “Is Paul Psychic?” Day.
Hm. I just belched and now I want chicken tenders.
I think that announcing my psychic glimmer might have canceled out whatever was going to happen. Well, since that is most likely the case, let me make specific predictions pertaining to Nine Inch Nails.
Now, all I remember is Nine Inch Nails had something to do with the number “2.18”. Tomorrow night, NIN is playing in Kansas City. This is the fifth or sixth date on the latest leg of the tour and so far they have brought back some older songs (“Mr. Self Destruct” and “Please”) but nothing crazy new/never played before has been seen. Perhaps tomorrow night that will happen. NIN is also going to release their new single “Every Day Is Exactly The Same” soon. Tomorrow might be the release date announcement, or perhaps the posting of the music video on their web site. Aside from those things, the DVD release of their ’97 live video and video collection could be announced, but I can’t imagine anything else. Frankly, I can’t imagine any of those things happening. I am shocked when NIN announces any sort of release date. Anyway, those things are the most feasible and the first things that pop to mind, but anything else (new album news or some crazy out-of-the-blue release date) is not expected at all. I suppose we’ll find out soon…together…
2.17.2006
Mas tequila negro.
Just got back from the Jose Cuervo audition. Apparently, Jose Cuervo Black is a new tequila they are trying to market as drinking tequila. Then want you to sip this tequila. I don't think I booked it because I'm sure they frown upon vomitting on their audio equipment. Dang.
Wow.
So what's better than getting paid a lot to do nothing? Getter paid a lot times two for the same nothing. I got a call from my agency and the people paying me for the most recent VO I did are going to double my rate. Good day so far.
A little later I have an audition for Jose Cuervo Black Tequila. How fucking poisonous does that sound?
A little later I have an audition for Jose Cuervo Black Tequila. How fucking poisonous does that sound?
2.16.2006
I went with the Psycho Nachos.
2.16.06
4:15 PM
I picked up my official copy of my Evergreen Investment voiceover thing today. Man is it dry. Like burning sand in your ass crack dry. Like powdered cheese dry. Like grandma pussy dry. Well, like most people’s grandma…not mine. Mine died at sea. Ba dum ching! Now I simply need to get the Capital Lighting voiceover and I can start assembling my reel, or more correctly, pay someone to assemble my reel. Then, AFTRA here I come. Residuals xmax. If I thought working at the Hospital was like getting paid to do nothing, just wait until I actually get paid…for nothing. Rrrrrrock.
I hope something happens on the 18th. I hope I don’t die or something. I had a talk with Chris last night about how every time we casually say goodbye to someone, some tiny, dark part of our minds insists this is the last time we will see them. “We” as in people, not “we” as in just Chris and I. That they will die or disappear and we will never have another moment again. This is a common construct in the human mind, although an unsettling one.
However, Chris had also consumed a few spoonfuls of DayQuil and I was snorting coke of my wet, dead grandmother, so things might have been a bit…skewed?
I am struggling. I cannot decide if I will order cheese fries and chili or the Psycho Nachos from Phat Burger for dinner tonight. Choices choices, oh the voices!!!
Watched “The Forgotten” last night. AMAZINGLY like “Identity” as far as it started out good with a strong premise but as the story unfolds you realize that there are feces at the center. Julianne Moore is sooooooo pretty. I prefer her outfit in the Gutterballs scene from “The Big Lebowski” though. Rowr. Damn would I love to sink that 7-10 split…with my dick. Yeah.
4:40 PM
P.S. I think I’ve decided on the Psycho Nachos. Hooty hoo.
4:15 PM
I picked up my official copy of my Evergreen Investment voiceover thing today. Man is it dry. Like burning sand in your ass crack dry. Like powdered cheese dry. Like grandma pussy dry. Well, like most people’s grandma…not mine. Mine died at sea. Ba dum ching! Now I simply need to get the Capital Lighting voiceover and I can start assembling my reel, or more correctly, pay someone to assemble my reel. Then, AFTRA here I come. Residuals xmax. If I thought working at the Hospital was like getting paid to do nothing, just wait until I actually get paid…for nothing. Rrrrrrock.
I hope something happens on the 18th. I hope I don’t die or something. I had a talk with Chris last night about how every time we casually say goodbye to someone, some tiny, dark part of our minds insists this is the last time we will see them. “We” as in people, not “we” as in just Chris and I. That they will die or disappear and we will never have another moment again. This is a common construct in the human mind, although an unsettling one.
However, Chris had also consumed a few spoonfuls of DayQuil and I was snorting coke of my wet, dead grandmother, so things might have been a bit…skewed?
I am struggling. I cannot decide if I will order cheese fries and chili or the Psycho Nachos from Phat Burger for dinner tonight. Choices choices, oh the voices!!!
Watched “The Forgotten” last night. AMAZINGLY like “Identity” as far as it started out good with a strong premise but as the story unfolds you realize that there are feces at the center. Julianne Moore is sooooooo pretty. I prefer her outfit in the Gutterballs scene from “The Big Lebowski” though. Rowr. Damn would I love to sink that 7-10 split…with my dick. Yeah.
4:40 PM
P.S. I think I’ve decided on the Psycho Nachos. Hooty hoo.
Another unreasonably beautiful day outside. I suspect treachery...
I just woke up from a dream in which 95% of the Earth had been destroyed by an alien missile. The only surviving chunk was a large patch of forest in which there was a mall. All the survivors were in the mall and at the point I woke up tensions were running high. The food was starting to spoil and the first anger killing wasn't too far away. Chris and I were there with someone else. The stress was about to warp Chris and we had just met up with Sarah Vaghari (who seemed to be in some kind of shock) when I woke up.
I just woke up from a dream in which 95% of the Earth had been destroyed by an alien missile. The only surviving chunk was a large patch of forest in which there was a mall. All the survivors were in the mall and at the point I woke up tensions were running high. The food was starting to spoil and the first anger killing wasn't too far away. Chris and I were there with someone else. The stress was about to warp Chris and we had just met up with Sarah Vaghari (who seemed to be in some kind of shock) when I woke up.
2.15.2006
Update
2.15.06
3:15 PM
Yesterday I pretended to have a history of epileptic seizures to get a flickering light changed.
Also, I negotiated with the Great Satan and we got the rent increase slashed dramatically. By March 2007 however, Chris and I will be in a new apartment.
The Tori Amos video collection came out yesterday and I highly recommend it. Almost every video on there is excellently directed and she is just SO cute and skilled. Like a juggling puppy.
The eels live album was released on iTunes yesterday as well (a week before the physical release) with three bonus tracks, one of which is eels’ cover of “I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man” by Prince. The album is incredibly moving and I suggest you check it out either now or when it’s officially released next week (2.21).
A while back I had a dream that somehow related to Nine Inch Nails and at the end I saw a date on a calendar “2.18” so in a few days we will see if I am physic or not.
I am considering purchasing a Katamari Damacy shirt. They were designed with the idea that you don’t need to look like a fanny bandit just because you are wearing video game clothing. Personally, I think the jean Daisy Dukes achieve that goal nicely, but, whatever.
3:15 PM
Yesterday I pretended to have a history of epileptic seizures to get a flickering light changed.
Also, I negotiated with the Great Satan and we got the rent increase slashed dramatically. By March 2007 however, Chris and I will be in a new apartment.
The Tori Amos video collection came out yesterday and I highly recommend it. Almost every video on there is excellently directed and she is just SO cute and skilled. Like a juggling puppy.
The eels live album was released on iTunes yesterday as well (a week before the physical release) with three bonus tracks, one of which is eels’ cover of “I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man” by Prince. The album is incredibly moving and I suggest you check it out either now or when it’s officially released next week (2.21).
A while back I had a dream that somehow related to Nine Inch Nails and at the end I saw a date on a calendar “2.18” so in a few days we will see if I am physic or not.
I am considering purchasing a Katamari Damacy shirt. They were designed with the idea that you don’t need to look like a fanny bandit just because you are wearing video game clothing. Personally, I think the jean Daisy Dukes achieve that goal nicely, but, whatever.
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