would you look at this?

.. some years ago ... maybe in 1993 or so, my bro and I saw a comedian do a stand up act somewhere in Cleveland (I think it was Dom Irrera, who did this hilarious new year's eve skit that went something like "every year people say 'i can't believe it's 2000!' What'd they expect? It's 1978 again? Do you think they did that in the year 4? 'I can't believe it's 4! Four years ago it was nothing!'") .. anyway, he said "would you look at this??" and held up a sign that said "THIS." My bro Aaron used to do these funny things too, like drive up one of those runaway truck escape ramps to see what would happen (you have to get towed, if you ever wondered) or get this insane Kermitty grin on his face and then point somewhere and say "Look! There's someone famous!!" (People look! Really - try it!) I'm pretty sure also I got the best prank phone calls from my youth from him.

There's the one that goes like this: you find a phone number and keep it, because you'll be calling it over & over again. (Thank god for cell phones, and the lack of a reasonable directory for them, eh? This was back in the paleozoic era, before caller ID, when drug dealers had pagers and only the secret service had cell phones - the size of bricks - and if a friend had an unlisted number it was because his mom had an ex-boyfriend who wanted to kill her.) Speaking of the Paleozoic Era, read about it, lest you've lost faith in society during the last seven years or so; it's simply amazing what can happen in a few million years!!

So anyway, you call this number, and you ask for Salvatore. (I actually saw a version of this one on Freaks & Geeks! I don't remember what name they used - but Salvatore's a good one.) Then you do it a bunch more times, in different voices, or heck - have different people call. But you do it enough over, say, a day and a half, that they want to throttle you. Then you call back suavely and say "Hi, this is Salvatore. Any messages?" Then, the other great one was this (why this worked in this, the post-Aquarius age of the liberated woman who has two jobs and kids to raise by herself and can't be sitting around cooking roasts all day I'll never know, but I swear, in the 80's, it did)- you call someone and put on your best "housewife" voice, and .. if a man or a little kid answers, you hang up .. or you ask to speak to wife / mom, but then they get suspicious .. anyway, you get the mom / wife on the phone, and you say this: "Hi!!! I haven't talked to you in so long .. how ARE you?? WAIT - I have to go take the roast out of the oven!! Wait! I'll be right back." And then you just sit there. And listen. And look at your watch.

I was reading in a book recently that a bunch of psych experiment subjects actually failed to notice a woman in a gorilla suit running across the screen when instructed to watch carefully for a certain occurrence in a basketball game, because their focus was elsewhere. So while you've been screaming at gas pumps and wondering whether your bank will go belly-up (or having conniption fits over the legality of gay marriage in - hey! - both my home states, if you're that sort of person, but probably not, since if you're reading this, you're almost definitely someone whose company I can tolerate) here's something you may have missed:

"Fox News in Bush League" (incase that video link runs away ...) 

Bush administration gives Fox news talking points. With an agenda. Obviously.

Wow! Can you believe this? I mean, of course you can believe this - we all knew this. It's like saying that a lot of actresses have nose jobs, or that all the added security at airports since 9/11 is smoke and mirrors (an aside I'll be getting to in a minute), but here it is actually being hacked about on MSNBC. What's this? A new era of truth in news and politix? Is this really happening?

So I was at the airport - LAX - recently, and one of the elevators connecting the bag claim / passenger check in / departure floors in Terminal 5 was emitting this profuse burning machinery sort of smell, and when asked, all the security people were denying it, or saying maybe it was a car outside, and all kinds of weirdness. But then, not five minutes after I got someone to actually ask someone else (who?? who? who knows) on a walkie about it, five fire trucks showed up outside, along with 2 more fire dept. vehicles and a cop car and two airport police cars and another policeman on a bicycle. And this caravan remained, cordoning off a line with police tape and preparing for disaster, until I gave up making sense of the scene and drove away. My determination: the staff at airports has increased in number, and the lines have lengthened, but the added security is dumb as rocks, and hasn't much interest in calming people when something weird actually happens. Well, anyhow .. if this is the future, I would really like a better car. Can we just make them fly? I don't care if I have to pedal the damn thing.

Thanks to Terry Lbs. for sending me the video. xo

tabula rasa

home again.

Easily lost 15 pounds on the Gluten-Free Vegetarian New Orleans diet. (And sweating out half my body weight every day might have contributed ... or removed, as the case may be. New Orleans giveth, and new orleans taketh away.)

Back in L.A. only to drive around looking at apartments all week in oppressively hot weather in a car with no air conditioning. You'd think after six weeks of suffering the perils of Louisiana: the humidity and the wreckage and the long work days and the horse flies, etc. and so on; I'd be happier to be home but .. in retrospect, it was kind of fun. I saw a statue of Ignatius J. Reilly. I got peed on by a turtle. I bought a chandelier. I took lots of great mannequin pictures. I gambled with someone else's money and won ten bucks. And I met a few people (who in some cases I'll probably never see again) that I'm going to miss very much. In fact, I'm just plain going to miss seeing everyone all the time, because when you're freelance, they just come and go. or actually it's you (well, me) that comes & goes, but I'll always blame someone else if I can get away with it. Either way, I miss everyone ("don't ever tell anyone anything ... ").

And there's nothing like living in a hotel for awhile to make you realize your apartment is filthy and you have too much clutter, or that you've, for example, been very stressed out living in your building for a variety of reasons for years and have avoided spending much time there without even realizing you were doing it ... just hypothetically.

but alas: I get to start over.

Here's the new place, naked, unaware of impending books and cats and clutter.

(there is another room back there, and a humongous walk-in closet)

(this is my favorite thing)

(and this is my other favorite thing)

There you go: stalkers, now you just have to figure out the street.

Oh yeah - the show I just worked on is called 13!
crazy.

funny hotel story

Me: "I locked myself out of my room again. Funny how the door slams behind you when you put your room service tray in the hallway."

Concierge: "At least you're dressed. There was this guy who was locked out in his tighty whities. Some guests lock themselves out naked. Happens all the time. We should hang robes in the hallway."

best thing in New Orleans

a statue of Ignatius J. Reilly !!

I walked by it half a dozen times, wondering what the heck it was, and today I stopped and read the plaque, and then almost fell over laughing ..

Seuss house of the day

(16,000 words)

Rebecca knits the French Quarter, part one.

Rebecca requested pictures of New Orleans ironwork, from which she plans to devise .. yes, knitting patterns. So here is my contribution to the project, taken all over the French Quarter this afternoon.
















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