"When you get old, your heart dies." Fell In Hate: "Rosanna," from Toto, famously bad 80s videos, and the Steve Perry knock off. The day I tried to murder my guts. Death Row Records (of last meals) A night out on the town, with my commie. "Terminating" (get it?) my fanship for Arnold. 

Pamela Anderson, July 1992 Playboy cover. Don't be the guy/gal that "repeats facts about something." Don't. I profit from your incompetence. Hypnogagic/auditory hallucinations. (Yay!) Another wonderful Plenty Of Fish date! I LOVE Los Angeles women!

Cave In AND Deadguy...in LA. Jesus Christ. Stop it. "It's over." Last leg of the Buffalo trip and the 50% shitty but otherwise amazing flights back, and the best Urgent Care in the country?  (THEY HAD A FUCKING SLUSHIE MACHINE) Drowning in an ocean of other people's incompetence. 99 problems, but a (you know the rest)

State of the vacation address, embedded in Buffalo. Travel things. Another screenplay I hopefully don't bail on. Over The Top. 

Calling out sick this week, fam. Sorry. Horrendous cold/upper respiratory bullshit. :(

I'll be back next week, with plenty to complain about. 

Backpack attack, and the death of customer service. West Coast Dunkin Donuts are a pale imitation of their east coast brethren. Drowning Man is getting back together, just to fuck with me. 275, the kid's alive! Jay Leno at Flappers. First comedy show since Black Sunday™. 4th Of July, and No Sudden Move. (The new Soderbergh movie)

Comic books? Maybe? "9am" is a good time to wash the lobby floor of a large business or establishment in Los Angeles. Forcing your employees to wear a mask outside in 115 degree heat. This week in the comedy trenches. Why are lesbians such bad dressers. Im glad I got to work at/around movie studios when things were still fun, and rad. 

The ubiquity of hackers. Back in the trenches. (I think) Self car washes in LA are a special kind of hell. Vladmir Putin is more honest than our own goddamn media. Post pandemic rage. 

The hill that I never talk about. A trip to De-mask-us. (boooo) When John Goodman goes bad,man. Angel Heart review, 34 years later. Once bitten, twice angry. There wasnt any black members of The Police. Snarfing your coffee. 

Logistical issues! (It wasnt my fault!) You gotta be KITT'n me! Blur owes me some money. There were less skanky black chick rappers in the 90s. I wont get laid, because I dont like talking to chicks on the phone. Cole's party had more at stake than meets the eye. Im still strug-a-leeng on stage. (I hate this episode)