Random Ideas...

It would be totally cool if I had a video camera. I would totally pollute the Intarweb with my videos, and it would be insane. And good. I forgot to mention the good.

I think I would be a hit on Youtube. Hell, fat old guys with nothing important to say get thousands of hits a day on that site. I would be like Youtube's God. YouGod.

Yep.

Or maybe, Godtube?

Anyways, I will have to look into procuring my brother's video camera on a temporary basis, as well as find my editing software. Can't remember if it is at my mom's hosue still or not. I guess we shall see soon. Anyways, that is about all I have to say.

Gotta go dust of the Ol' Riding Crop™.

Cake in a blender...

I was at the c0ff33 shop today. Like most days, it seems. Well. I made the coolest drink today. It was a regular blended mocha, with about half of a chocolate truffle cheescake blended in with it. So. Good. Even the boss, who is in fact, a bitch, thought so. So creamy. So Rich. So Chocolicious. I just thought you all should know.

I work Sunday on the boats. I am happy. It is shaping up to be a beautiful weekend, and beautiful weather out on the sea. My pirate-blood is singing sea-chanties in anticipation as I type.

Yo-ho ho, and a bottle of rum!

Yo-ho, yo-ho! A pirate's life for me!

Catching up...

I apoloigize if this post is a little full of the Attention Deficit Disorder, but I have a lot bouncing around in my mind, looking for a place in this post.

first and foremost on my mind: SEX. The party hats are off, people! Thank you.

My boss at the c0ff33 shop is a bitch. A double-talking, two-faced bitch. I cannot stand that woman. The job itself is great, and the customers are mostly awesome. She makes me hate that place. I befriended one of the other ladies at the shop, who at the time was also really good friends with the boss. When my friend quit, I got an EARFUL of HATE, people. I doubt any of it was true, but then I heard her talking all sweet on the phone to my friend the next day. What a bunch of crap. I hate hypocracy. Especially when it involves me. I try not to be a hypocrite, even though I am in a few things. When I recognize it, I try to resolve it. But I cannot stand people who center their whole lives around it.

Well. that kind of took the wind out of my sails. I forgot what else I was going to rant about. Oh, yeah. Asian food makes you hungry a half-hour after you eat it. Even the stuff you make fresh at home, loaded with yummy veggies...weak.

Grr..., and Good News!

I hate it when I tell someone to stop doing something that will result in property damage, and they do not heed my warning. The property is damaged, and they actually lolok shocked that it happened. And I can't do anything about it because it isn't yet legal to shoot Stupid People on sight. Hopefully some politician somewhere is working on that. Probably not.

anyways.

Had some time off with Nine yesterday, and that was nice.

And this little bit is just for Nine. I called the place I was supposed to call. Everything came back as it was supposed to!

I stopped at the bank this morning to cash my paycheck, and to pull out $400 with which to pay my past-due rent. I have been really bad about remembering to get my rent to Nine on time, and I feel bad for that. Especially when she is having a bad day, and an ill-conceived attempt at a cute remark turned out to be the last straw on Nine's back.

I am sorry, babe.

Crazy People

I love crazy people. They talk to me whilst I try to quietly surf the internets at Sacred Grounds coffee shop. They tell me that I look like the son of people they went to highschool with, and then they tell me their life's story. As I type into my blog. As I speak some Fat Old DudeDistinguished Gentleman with a Portly Physique is telling me how he used to drive his teacher's crazy. Back in a little red schoolhouse, I am sure. I am so distracted by the old man, and the paint fumes (film crew is setting up for a shoot tomorrow, and re-painted Sacred), that I can hardly remember what I was originally going to post about.

Oh, now I remember. A page from my personal history was rifled through today. Lady Samantha IMd me today. Samantha was a former roommate of me and 3vil. She was active in the dungeon, and we commiserated often about 3vil, and the Craziness that she perpetuated. She IMd me today, and informed me that I needed to call her to verify that it really was me, and not Evil impersonating me. So I did, and I got an earful. Apparently after I left, 3vil has impersonated everyone, talking to everyone as anyone but herself, to try and get people to explain to her how they really felt about her. Apparently no-one believed her when she tried to be me, but when one is dealing with Crazy, one can't be too careful. It was nice to hear from Samantha.

Non-sequitur:
The Old Man is not talking to me anymore. He is bothering the Set Designer now. Better him than me. I imagine it is an occupational hazard of working on location. He makes beau coup money, I imagine, so he can deal with it. I am not getting paid, so I will not deal with it. Simple, no?
/non-sequitur

Well, I suppose it is time to go, and shop for dinner. I had a day off today, and I need to cook. I haven't in over a month, and it makes me mad.

Talk to you later, Internets.

Post-St. Patrick's Day

Happy St. Paddy's Day, Internets. Yesterday evening marked the first official "date" in the Black Aengus-Charity Alliance Relationship. We celebrated after I got home with Dos Equis b33r colored green with food-dye. Because that's what we do. don't knock it. I however, was not allowed to pour my b33r, because I had attempted suicide by Stupid at work that evening.

I slipped and slid down the hull of the boat, to fall about 10 feet to land in a tuck-and-roll, crunching my hand under my fat ass in the process. If I had been quicker with the hand, I would have escaped the fall with no injuries other than a slightly scraped elbow. I rock like that. It was pretty funny after the fact, although I think Nine is not terribly amused. She threatened violence to me if I didn't put a bag of frozen raspberries ice on my hand for at least 20 minutes. I also think she was unhappy that I went to work this morning, but I couldn't get out of it. I tried. She was witness to that. But some ass-hat at my other job broke his leg, so I couldn't get the time off.

In other news, I saw this picture this morning, and I had to post it. Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Farewell, Toasty's

It is today that I shall be putting in my Official Two Weeks Notice To Volluntarilly Terminate Employment @ Toasty's™. Yes, it I have finally decided to submit my Notice. I have had far too little free time to spend with anyone. Including just myself. Alone time is important, you know. And so is time with Nine. Yeup. Fo sho, my nigs. At least that is how the gangbanger at work says it. Lol.

Anyways, I won't have to deal with him much longer. I am slowly cutting my hours at T3h c0ff33 shop also, so that I may accept all the Boat shifts that will be coming my way soon. Hurray!! I love the boats. I may have even convinced one of my coffee shop compatriots to come run away to the sea as well. We shall be Pirates of the Channel Islands! Yaaaaarr!!!

Another day....

Another day, another dollar. Easy come, easy go and all that. Well, can't type too long, but I thought I would put in a little update on my life since I havn't posted in a very long time. Like a whole ten days. Where to start? Probably going to be quitting Toasty's soon. As in like almost immediately. I really can't stand it anymore, and it is seriously starting to inhibit my ability to take shifts at the Boats, because they are starting to dump more shifts, and I want to be the guy picking them up. Life is good at T3h c0ff33, with the exception of the sometimes extremely early hours, but I can live with that. There will be less coffee shop in the near future, too, but I am not actively thrilled about that, as I am in the case of Imminent Toasty's Departure™.

I have been really tired lately, but I think that is because I have been working 60-70 hour work weeks, getting up as early as 4:45am to go straight to work, to be home from work as late as 10:30pm, and straight to bed. Helpful Hint: When you have trouble finding time to bathe, as in no time in the day? You are working too much. Just sayin'.

There are a lot of characters at the coffee shop, both good ones and bad. I seem to have been adopted as the 'older brother' by most of the employees, as I am the oldest one here by one year. Two are a year younger than me, so I don't feel alone in my chronological isolation. Look mah, big words! I am so tired right now. I am just attempting to kill time before I have to go to work, to prevent myself from falling asleep. Hopefully I will be getting more rest soon.

Wow, it has been a good long while since I have posted. I have been so busy. Working three jobs has been great for the bank account, not to mention the nice tax return that was just posted to my account as well. This is the second time my bank account has ever cleared $1000 in all my 27 years. Last time was in the army, but we don't talk about that much. When one is stuck in a foreign country, one can't spend money. So it was saved up. And then spent within a two month span upon returning to civilization.

Even my free time isn't free anymore, it seems. I sit right now, posting to the internets from work at the coffee shop. I don't work till noon, but I here anyways, because my baby is at work, and being alone at home is worse than being at work on my time off. One of my co-workers is letting me borrow her laptop, in return for me helping her look up cheap apartments in the area. I have found all I am going to find, bookmarked them, and so now am dutifully posting to my blog.

Aren't I just an all-around good boy? {snort}

I am soo tired. I was waylaid last night. And I do mean way-laid. Nine did in fact attempt to undress me before I had a chance to remove my motorcycle helmet, and we did in fact eat Carl's Junior for dinner. Cold, as we didn't get around to eating until about an hour after I got home. {ahem.}

Thank the gods for those bright spots in my life that make the crushing blackness of overworking worth it.

Love you, babe.