RIP Rich Eaves, 1962-2008

a friend of mine's father passed away very unexpectedly in his sleep, almost a month ago. he was only 45. my friend made this video tribute to his dad 24 hours after his death and it's amazing. i started crying before the images even started. his dad was a HUGE journey fan, and well, you can tell in this video.
(starts about a minute in)



just wanted to remind everyone to call their 'rents and tell them how much they love them.

blogs i like

i added them. on the side of the page. OOOOH! check em out. i'm pretty bad about updating my own on a regular basis, so know that i am even worse at reading other people's.

and if i forgot your blog, let me know and i will add it. i was typing most of these from memory anyway. these are just the ones i find to be really enjoyable to read, and impart a fun snippet of the person behind them. except for dc's, which is just straight up brilliant.

p.s. i got glasses for the first time about 6 weeks ago. here's a picture! it's weird, i feel like a poseur wearing them, but everyone seems to think i ALWAYS had them and that they suite me. could be worse, i guess.


p.p.s. i got them from a great website called www.zennioptical.com, which a friend of mine recommended to me. SO cheap, the burgundy (of course) pair i posted were like $39 delivered, and the white ones were only $28 delivered. that's for everything too, anti-glare, lenses, frames, etc. what a deal!

matt damon.

matt damon, who i thought was ugly until the bourne identity, and then i realized that he was gorgeous and super sexy, has gained a bunch of weight and started parting his hair all fluffy like a child of the 70's.\


basically matt damon looks exactly like my dad now.


YIKES.

it's for some shitty movie role. check out www.wwtdd.com for a much more accurate and snarky summary than i can provide, because i am lazy.

also, we've been out of toilet paper for two days at my apartment. i've come home well past 2 am both nights... apparently my roommate has no biological functions which require it. or he's been using the toilet scrubber to wipe. NEITHER OF THOSE SCENARIOS ARE PLEASANT TO CONSIDER.

i will try to remember to bring some home tonight.

random thoughts from today, 06/25/08

'oh the kitchen light is on. did i leave them on? oh. no. my roommate is back.' >slowly pulls up underwear before walking to the bathroom<

'blowing my nose shouldn't take this much effort.'

'i should write a sketch about film connosseuirs debating the merits of certain films as pinnacles of the genre, and then have them start listing the merits of the more well known genocides and ethnic cleansings were the best of their genre.'
>dibs on that, axford/gardner/oscar<

'i guess i am in that period before a personal performing breakthrough, where nothing makes sense and everything is teh suckness. or have i made it past that without even noticing... no, probably not.'

'hmmmmmmmm should i really ask someone out? no. probably not.'

'oh god chocolate and caramel and pretzels is the best ever omg there's even salt on top HOLY SHIT HOW AM I JUST FINDING OUT ABOUT THIS NOW!?'

'my friends are awesome'

FYI

hummus is awesome.


sabra, 'homeland' style hummus is EVEN MORE AWESOME.

yes, i am breaking my several-month long blog silence to post that and ONLY THAT.

full circle

i kept meaning to change my sub-title on this blog, which has said something about me hating my job even after i got a new job that i liked, after i had the job that i hated when originally making the sub-title. however, laziness or inevitability has come full circle and i now hate my new job, so, thank goodness, i don't have to do anything as strenuous as actually change the sub-title.

let me tell you why. 1) i get paid what i consider to be the minimum living wage to successfully not die in new york. it means i get to do improv and pay to see shows, but that i have to shop at trader joe's and i can NEVER eat out. it also means that the extent of my new clothing budget is whatever t-shirts my sister gets me for xmas and new 30 dollar sneakers when i wear mine out ever 3-4 months. and that's it. no buying DVDs, or signficantly paying off student loans, or going to the movies.

2) i work ALL THE TIME. all day at work, i am doing fucking work. if it's not one project, it's another. most of which aren't really in my job description, but my job description also happens to be 'oh and whatever marketing project your boss decides the FINANCE department should research and prepare'. oh yeah, and enter roughly 32942387932784238 different entries in two different Quickbooks with 3295493784 different rules as to how they are supposed to be entered. and also deal with all the departments who are stupid or hate the finance department. which is all of them. oh and be a full time travel agent for 60+ people.

3) um. that's it. i think that is enough reason to be frustrated by this position. i don't want to be an accountant, or work in finance. or be a damn travel agent, which is the other bullshit 'third' of my job. i want to fucking focus on comedy. if i am going to get paid basically shit, i want to get paid to do it somewhere where i can at least devote my mental faculties to something i am actually interested in during the day, instead of numbers and assholes and idiots. i like my boss a lot, and won't leave until i've been here for a year, but it really wears on me. i don't feel fulfilled.

now i have to go home and clean the apartment and do my laundry and be pissy, because i also suck serious donkey dick at the make em ups, and am just generally having a shit month. i think i should be allowed to punch people who piss me off right in their faces. should be fun!

nobody

wants to read about how bad at blogging i am. so i will write about something that's been on my mind instead.

but i won't write about improv or comedy, because whatever, i should have other interests.

erm.

fuck.

it's been cold. i dropped my hat on the floor of the E train on monday night and it's been absolutely grossing me out to touch it since. however, i haven't had that lovely combination of willpower, available quarters and extra time necessary to execute a successfull clothes-washing session. also the laundromat on 116th street raised their prices by a dollar a load for the medium machines, which is AWFUL, trust me. it has me considering having them wash it because i think it might be slightly cheaper. boo. i am also considering trying a place on 115th, but that what walk would be about twice as long and fuck that right in the face. i don't have a rolly-thing to transport my laundry, only a duffle bag. and it's fucking cold out, have i mentioned that? anyway, the hat conundrum brings into sharp relief my particularly odd brand of almost-OCD. i started developing obsessive behaviors late in middle school. it was never terrible, but it was pretty bad for awhile. i got some control over it when i started interacting socially a little more through student council and later the student leadership training program, but the behaviors were pretty ingrained by that point. i am fully convinced that most thinking people have some variant of neurotic thinking or behavior. some people funnel that energy into a specific obsessive hobby, some count steps or words or letters, some people get high off not eating and some people binge eat and vomit. or binge drink and vomit. each, in my skewed perspective, represent an individual's need to excert some amount of control over their lives (which is why many develop in adolesence, when shit is MAD crazy yo). as someone with a variant of obsession that doesn't require medication or treatment per se (delusion? maybe), i tend to think that unless the 'disorder' is a detriment to the individual's life (i.e. starving yourself, alcohol poisoning, vomitting generally = detriment), more power to them and their example of the tiny victory of willpower over this whirling maelstrom of existence. i mean, catholiscm seems to fucking love that theory. the rosary? post-confessional repentance prayers, anyone? maybe that is pure self-delusion, but it works for me and i've been fine with it for at least a decade. i'm pretty well adjusted in the aspects of my life i find important.

for fun, and for an honesty excercise, i will now list the 'rules' of my obsessive life. they structure my life to a surprising degree.

1)feet can never touch the floor. must always been in shoes or sandals. this includes the shower, although a clean shower is an acceptable alternate foot-surface.
2)body must be clean before getting into bed. that means hair and face washed, teeth brushed and totally clean pajamas. pajamas cannot have touched the floor or any surface except the bed or the drawer they were in.
3)bed must be clean. only clean body and clean pajamas can go in the bed. nothing ON the bed, including clothes or whatever else you might put on a bed. nothing. also, feet (even clean ones) cannot touch the 'face' part of the bed (aka pillow area).
3A)corrolary: bed linens, underwear, socks and PJs must remain clean at all times. they go directly from the dryer to a clean laundry bag to their (clean) drawer destination. cannot touch any other surface.
4)hands must be washed WITH SOAP thoroughly after all trips to the bathroom, or after touching the floor or feet.
5)bare skin cannot touch surfaces that are not 1) the bed 2) clothes 3)my couch. this is not as strict as the above rules, but i will definitely avoid touching my skin to any foreign chair or couch.
5A) corrolary: this includes toilet seats. toilet paper must be placed on every toilet seat before sitting down. NO EXCEPTIONS.

that's pretty much it. there used to be more, but i've grown out of them or they've mutated into something else. crazy? a little crazy? a LOT crazy? totally normal? i don't care. i came to terms with my oddity long before realizing how odd i was. what are yours? DUN DUN DUN!