I love, little girls, they make me feel so good...

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go there and listen to that song. it's been in my head all week, and now it will be in yours. MOTHA SUCKA.

i'm winning in our families/sub-families ncaa bracket. go ucla! (that's pronounced: uck-laa)

this week was crazy. so crazy in fact that i will reserve capital letters for the extra emphasis needed for all the crazy things.

actually it wasn't that crazy. mainly i worked a freelance gig of being a technical operator/projectionist for liza minnelli's induction into the academy of arts and sciences (same folks who bring you the emmy's). she alone was freakin' nutzoid, but he being interviewed by john stamos was even NUTZOIDIER.

see how that had caps? that's how crazy it was.

setting up for the show was a complete mess...for everyone that wasn't me. i was literally the only technician there that had "his" shit together. not to toot my own horn...

the show itself went fairly smooth.

afterwards i went to hunt down the sonofabitch who owed me my moneys, couldn't find him anywhere. so i wandered backstage, past the "restricted access" doors, looking for him, inadvertantly running into john stamos (you may know him as "uncle jesse" from full house). my quick conversation with him went something like the following:

me: hey john, how's it goin'?
john: do i know you?
me: no, i was working the projector...but i know you.
john: ah. how's that?
me: full house man, full house. 'wink'
john: how old are you?
me: 23.
john: oh man...i feel so old.
me: you did good on clone high.
john: SCUDSWOOOOOORTH!!! <--notice it's in caps?

and that was about it. upon reflection i should have said "dude, you shouldn't have sky dived before the wedding!" alas, i didn't. snippet of conversation with mauricio regarding the above event:
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me: and then i realized i shook the hand of someone who banged mystique.
me: does that make me an x-man?
mo-mo: yeah. di du u bang ur hand afterwards? i woul dhave
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another highlight i should have mentioned before all of that, when my interns (i.e. slaves) went to help me set up (yes, i got paid for doing the gig. no, they didn't.) (no, i'm not a complete asshat. yes, i will give them some money.) we got a little lost trying to find the theater.
i saw a sign labeled "japanese garden" and decided that if we were going to be lost we might as well enjoy the scenery.

turns out the japanese garden was a dirt road to a baseball field.

WHOSE INFIELD I PROCEEDED TO DRIVE THE MOVIOLA VAN AROUND.

it was the best victory lap i've ever........driven.

all week out dvd player was missing at work, so we watched old vhs tapes of mtv music videos (when they used to play them!) from the 80's and 90's. there was a lot of prodigy, they might be giants, and depeche mode. and remember that animated mtv ad where the guy in the business suit grows insect wings and flies away? yeah, i didn't either until i saw it. man...that was total high school "korn: follow the leader" era. or better yet! when pearl jam put out the video animated by mcfarlane (spawn artist).

there was also the "making of" video for radiohead's "no surprises." that poor asshole kept screwing up his lines and almost drowning inside of his water-helmet contraption.
go watch the video, you'll get what i mean.

today i spent a few hours trying to find an xbox360. i didn't though. see, i keep having conversations with matt and pat about playing halo 2. and then i think, "i should just get a used xbox and used copy of halo 2." but then i think, "if i'm going to spend money another console, why not just go all out?"

'tis a hard life i live. full of big decisions.

tonight brenna had her crafty thingy ("last saturday": http://blog.longbeachculture.org/?p=5) a couple blocks from our house in downtown. it was pretty art fag i have to admit. but who doesn't love an art fag?

a film was being shot down the street (for the 3rd straight day, those fuckers keep making me bike around them on my way to work) so there was a brightly lit block coincidentally in front of a coffee shop ("blue nile": http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=19540546) that promotes hispanic graffiti. they were spraypainting awesome pictures onto boards, and silkscreening cool stuff onto stuff. there were also a bunch of people just painting stuff onto the walls inside....where really super super good art was hanging.

i was going to end the update here, but why not throw in the stupid phone bill i got today.

i spent well over an hour calling verizon and spring trying to figure out why there were 2.5 pages worth of long distance calls all OVER the country on our phone bill.
come to find out, someone signed up for a sprint cell phone plan and got $50 off by using a verizon home phone plan...OUR HOME PHONE PLAN.
so basically i spent a lot of time talking to fraud offices and explaining the story to a million people (actually...6 people) which resulted in a full-out war between verizon and sprint.
ultimately verizon inadvertantly clued me in on a few things:
1) it is possible for lines to physically cross, causing people to recieve phone calls intended to go to other phone lines intermittently
2) when you pay your phone bill the first portion of the amount paid goes to "regulated" service, otherwise known as anything that goes through your line that is touch tone. once that portion is paid, the next portion goes towards services such as voice mail or caller id. any amount paid that is left over from those two goes towards "un regulated" service, which would be a 3rd party (in our case the 3rd party was sprint, who apparently automatically covers any long distance calls dialed with "1" unless you pay $2.50 a month to block verizon from doing that).

the solution to my problem was paying only the amount that would end up going to verizon, and not paying the portion that sprint would recieve.

it is these things that seem to seperate my exsistence from everyone else's. i am doomed to the worst of all possible scenarios.

i can't wait to die because with my luck i'll become a blood sucking zombie doomed to walk the earth for my entire after-life. but with my luck i'll have allergic reactions to blood.

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I love little girls they make me feel so good
I love little girls they make me feel so bad
When they're around they make me feel
Like I'm the only guy in town
I love little girls they make me feel so good

They don't care if I'm a one way mirror
They're not frightened by my cold exterior

They don't ask me questions
They don't want to scold me
They don't look for answers
They just want to hold me
Isn't this fun
Isn't this what life's all about
Isn't this a dream come true
Isn't this a nightmare too   

(Repeat first verse)

They don't care about my inclinations
They're not frightened by my revelations

Uh oh take a second take
Uh oh it's a mistake
Uh oh I'm in trouble
Uh oh the little girl was just too little
Too little, too little, too little
Isn't this what life's all about
Isn't this a dream come true
Isn't this a nightmare too . . .

And I don't care what people say
And I don't care what people think
And I don't care how we look walking down the street

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat first verse) 

"Little Girls" -Oingo Boingo