It really is amazing how fast a day can go by when you have absolutely nothing to do. Yesterday, I wrote two short stories that I typed into the computer today. If you want to check those out then go here. If you don't want to check them out, then go here and see how much you like that! One day of creativity is followed by a day of dreary data-entry-esque banality. I didn't even leave the house yesterday. I just wrote. I abandoned Danzig and Samhain. Money is low. I couldn't get on the guest list. The VIP passes were waiting but the door stood in the way. Another Danzig day, another Danzig channel.

I went to two parties over the Halloween weekend. Both were enjoyable with beer and booze flowing freely down all party goers' throats. Oddly enough, my John Malkovich costum was well received, frightening some and making others very uneasy around me. I discovered it was the same with the mask off. Don't go thinking that's some sort of self-deprecating humor ala Rodney Dangerfield now, because it isn't. I only report the truth. The last thing L.A. needs is another funny man. I don't know why but somebody had a Ron Jeremy dildo with them at party #2. That thing is a weapon. If you think the Hedgehog looks big on camera, then the enormous proportions of a real live replica built on a 1 to 1 scale should back you up into a corner. It makes me think there was no way Fatty Arbuckle and that coke bottle could possibly have... After all, he was found innocent. The weekend may have been the last hurrah for some time.

Kirsten began her job at the screen actors' guild this week. We are calling these jobs, "intermediary work experiences." Nice optimistic name for, "I have to work a dull shit job until I know what I want to be when I grow up." The grim fact is, I withdrew nearly all my money for rent and bills. I now have under $30 between me and ... what? Okay, nothing is that desperate. When you're from WI there's always a way out. Others may end up on the street but a Wisconsinite should never have to. There's always somebody's dining room in which to pitch a tent.
In a commercial for the GMC Jimmy, in the same sentence, they used the words "Jimmy," "long," and "hard." And they say commercials have become more subtle. Nope, trucks are still sold to men who need to feel as if their Harvey Keitel is a Ron Jeremy. Men have it easy. We're only tricked into a few major purchases our whole lives in order to define our masculinity. Big powerful car or truck. Diamond wedding ring. Lawn mower. Women, on the otherhand face a life long obstacle course of low to mid-priced items that are indispensable to their femininity. No need to recount the items here. Just go to the mall. That's not an endorsement!
Back to the thing about the last hurrah: Earthlink, if I am hired will require me to work weekends. I'll get two weekdays off per week, but the weekend will be sealed off from my clutches. I can live with that. The first thing they offered me was a third shift position. I said, "Not a chance. I'd rather you just come over here and shoot me." Refreshingly, the Earthlink fellow laughed and told me he worked third shift for twelve years. (If you read "Time" you'll note the significance) He also said he wouldn't wish it on anybody. So much for today's drivel. But what the hell. I put up over 25,000 bytes of text today. I feel that's enough for one day.

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